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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"Well, I know Cal." Jon offers with a small smile. "He told me a few things. And I saw some of his memories. And being able to visit their temple and use their archive proved very enlightening." Even though many of the Jedi were rather cautious towards him. For understandable reasons.

He waves off her conclusions about his Earth. "I wouldn't call it exciting. Just- More lively than Agra 10. And more intact. Cities, people... A bit of a mess." And a few monsters. "My planet is one without any heroes or actual super powers. We have a group of unpleasant entities competing about which one will bring its end about. But... Most people remain oblivious about that, fortunately."

That tidbit reveals something... kind of reassuring to know, actually. If he and Cal know each other well enough that Cal has... told him a few things about Jedi, then she figures Jon is reasonably trustworthy, which means a lot to someone (her) who doesn't really trust anyone by default. Experience taught her the hard way.

The rest of the tension in her body starts to relax, and she slowly extends her hand—a peace offering—towards the mothcat mother, allowing her to give it another exploratory sniff.

"Bring its end about?" she echoes, her eyebrows raising, and then adds dryly, "I would call that exciting. Dathomir was not so lively." In fact, it was... pretty empty and uneventful, all in all. Quiet, after the loss of her sisters. Any place with cities and people and mess sounds interesting to her.

The Archivist gives a small shrug and watches the Countess readily react to the nonverbal invitation to inspect the offered hand, then bodily rub against it. "I prefer calling it dangerous." Jon chuckles, his tone a response to the mothcat's reaction, and yet lending itself oddly to the words he has just spoken.

"I'd rather live in a world without an apocalypse looming over it. Peaceful enough to have a job and live an eventless life." But obviously that's not the lot he has been assigned to, much to his frustration.

The mothcat's reaction brings a small—very small, barely noticeable—smile to her face, and she turns her hand over and very gently pets the top of the Countess' head, right between her ears. Merrin's gaze stays on the mothcat while she both pets and absorbs this information, her expression thoughtful.

An apocalypse does sound like a bit much. Maybe she's just predisposed because peace, to her, only means silence and emptiness, a space where her sisters once were. But if she could have them back... if she had that kind of peace, the one from before the war came to Dathomir...

"Perhaps you are right," she says finally, tipping her head forward to acknowledge the point. "You are not oblivious to this like so many others. You are fighting against these... unpleasant entities?" she asks, echoing his phrasing somewhat awkwardly, her accent thick.

"In a way we are..." Jon shrugs and lets out a small sigh. "It's... A little complicated. We don't have any super heroes or Jedi to protect my world. It's humans and monsters that in most cases were human before. The only thing stopping these Powers, these... Fears... Is their competition among one another."

He pauses there, giving Merrin a moment to connect the dots herself while the Countess purrs loudly. After that moment has passed, Jon takes a deep breath. "The only reason I know of these things, the only reason I can attempt to fight them is because I was claimed by one of them and serve it as its avatar."

She's never heard of superheroes and her opinion on the Jedi is... complicated, to say the least, so forgive her if she looks a little skeptical. She gets the gist of it, at least, her expression contemplative while she continues to pet the Countess. The mothcat's purrs are so loud that Merrin can feel the vibrations through her hand, and she's... okay, she's endeared.

"Claimed?" She turns her head to look at Jon, her curiosity piqued. The Nightsisters have a similar spell, if she's understanding correctly—maybe. It allows them to command another person, to have their complete loyalty. "This serving—it is of your own free will?"

"I was told what happened to me is the result of all the choices I made. How much that makes it my own free will I can't say." It's frustrating. Especially with him being unable to do anything about it as far as he can tell.

His attention drops down towards the Merrin bestowing the Countess with attention, which the mothcat clearly enjoys. "She likes you." He points out the obvious, adding a little smile. "Don't be surprised if some of them visit you at your place." Sometimes they bring presents.

Ah, so a different sort of spell. That's good—being able to control someone else has its uses, but not so much when you're the person being controlled. She wouldn't really wish it on anyone.

"They are very friendly," she says, still petting the Countess and honestly? She shows no signs of stopping anytime soon. She moves her hand to scratch underneath the mothcat's chin. "I cannot imagine a beast from my planet being so... docile."

Let's just say that the wildlife on Dathomir is... hostile at best. Cal would even be able to back that up.

The magic behind these compulsions is a lot less directly cast and much rather consists of indirect effects. But it certainly is a kind of magic.

"Oh." Jon blinks in surprise, looking from Merrin to Countess, brows raised. "On Earth we have many domesticated animals. Including some that are rather similar to these mothcats. Our cats lack the feathers and wings, but are equally fond of having their heads scratched. But that's also the result of thousands of years of them being kept around humans as pets or to take care of certain duties."

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