revivalproject | open ☾ an arrival

WHO: Merrin and YOU
WHERE: All over Temba
WHAT: One (1) very confused space witch makes her debut
WHEN: Right now?
WARNINGS: None yet, but will update if anything comes up!

A. YOU'VE GOTTA BE KITTEN ME

Despite the fact that Merrin is absolutely the type to hold grudges, she's somehow made peace with Voroka and the other mothkittens in spite of the terrible crime against her—at least judging by the fact that she's currently sitting cross-legged in the grass near the library while the kittens nap, lounge, and play in the sunshine around her.

A few bolder ones have already approached her, and she extends her hand towards one of them to let it curiously sniff her fingers. She's learned her lesson from last time, however, and she keeps her talisman, a palm-sized, halfmoon-shaped white rock, gripped tightly in her other hand to prevent another theft. That's the last thing she needs, now or ever.

"Hello, Voroka," she says to the mothkitten, though her voice doesn't sound welcoming so much as stern, like a disappointed parent. "Did you think I would not recognize you?"

B. LIFE'S A BEACH

It takes her a little while to find the path to the beach, but she eventually stumbles across it and—well, her home planet, Dathomir, is essentially a dry, harsh wasteland, and the largest body of water that exists there is a swamp, maybe a pond.

So nothing really prepares her for the sight of the ocean stretching out in front of her. It appears almost infinite to her, and she stands there on the beach for a long time, staring out across the water in wonder, her lips slightly parted. Her gaze keeps darting to the waves lapping against the shore as if she's... contemplating something.

(In fact, she's contemplating putting her feet in the water, though she doesn't know how safe it is, if at all. A lifetime on Dathomir has made her wary of everything, even if it looks harmless.)

C. SURPRISE! AT THE DISCO

After a few days of exploring, Merrin has finally started to get the lay of this place, and so she feels comfortable enough using her magick to teleport around—at least in the town center, where she's most familiarized, whether there are other people around or not.

The only thing that heralds her imminent arrival is a thick green fog that she materializes into, and then she's suddenly there, looking completely unperturbed, like she just stepped off a lift instead of blinking into existence halfway across the city.

D. WILDCARD

Of course, Merrin is still exploring. She can also be found in the hangar, inspecting all of the ships, including exploring her own assigned ship, the First Breath, at the inn, contemplating her food options and wishing she could eat Greez's steak, in the hotel, staking out an empty room (or not?) to claim, or pretty much anywhere else, seriously. Jedi and anyone who can sense Jedi will also be able to sense her—she feels pretty similar, actually, but definitively more... dark. Or sinister.

Or feel free to use any of her TDM prompts, if those speak to you more.

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WHAT THE FUCK MOVING GREEN FOG?!

Eddie flails slightly, trying to get away from the weird fog stuff before finally gaping at the woman. "Yeah! Holy shit, how the fuck did you do that? Do you want to give someone a heart attack?!"

Ah, that seems to have just made things worse somehow? She frowns and make a pushing motion with her hands, fingers splayed, so that the green ichor dissipates almost like dust blowing into the wind.

Her hands drop to her side. "That was not a spell to attack your heart." Again, it's in the same flat tone, just deadpan enough to make it difficult to tell if she's joking or not. In this case? She's not. She really does have a spell for that, and she really does think that's a reassuring thing to say right now.

"You have not seen magick before," she adds, her head tipping slightly to the side.

Once the fog is gone, he calms down somewhat. But he's still a raging ball of nerves!

"Maybe not, but it's possible to scare someone to death, you know!" He looks around nervously, as if waiting for something to come popping out of nowhere. "Ah, yeah... I've seen magic. Just not like that. And almost every other time I've seen it it's tried to kill me."

Yeah, Merrin does... kind of get the impression that he's a raging ball of nerves, even if she isn't really sure what to do about it. Living in near isolation for six years really degrades your social skills.

"Then you may relax. I was not trying to kill you," she says matter-of-factly, really hoping that does the trick.

That's okay. Most people don't know what to do with Eddie.

"Well that's reassuring..."

He sighs, scrubbing his hand over his face. "Sorry, uh, I'm still getting used to people being able to do this magic shit. I've only been here for like a month."

Hey, it's totally reassuring. You don't want to see her when she's trying to kill you.

"Your apology is unnecessary," she says plainly, and while her bedside manner could probably use a little work, she means that sincerely. She's not offended, probably because she's pretty used to men being absolutely terrified of her in some capacity.

"I have also... recently arrived," she adds, if somewhat haltingly. Friendliness doesn't come naturally to her.

Eddie nods. Her odd manner of speaking doesn't bother him much. Hell, she could have a speech impediment or something. Or just be weird. Who's he to judge?

He gives her a smile. "I'm Eddie Kaspbrak. Welcome to the weird shit."

Hey! Basic isn't her first language, okay. Though it could definitely be argued that she's just weird, along with the rest of the Nightsisters.

The weird shit. That's certainly a succinct way of putting things. She pauses, her head tipping to the side as if she's weighing his assessment, before she finally accepts it with a nod. Weird shit indeed. "I am Merrin. Thank you," she adds after another awkward half-pause. "For the welcome."

He's from a city where people speak almost any language under the sun so he's used to that. At least he's not one of those assholes who insist people have to speak English.

He nods, "You're welcome. I've only been here like a month, and most of that was spent on another planet, so I don't pretend to know everything, yet. Most people here are pretty nice, though."

"Yes. The people I have met so far have been... friendly," she says quizzically, like it's absolutely baffling why anybody would be friendly to her. Or just in general.

But kindness and friendliness aren't exactly valued traits on the planet she comes from, so it really is kind of baffling to her. She would expect wariness, suspicion—even hostility, especially if she used her magick. It's strange.

Why does she sound surprised? Were people not as friendly wherever she came from? Of course, he can kind of relate...

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I was living in a city where most of the people would barely even look at you let alone say hello."

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