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ezra_of_lothal) wrote2022-01-03 07:48 am
ezra_of_lothal) wrote2022-01-03 07:48 am
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"I'm Ezra Bridger and this is my communicator thing. Leave a message!"
[Well, Ezra would like to help Anakin in a number of ways, but there's only one Anakin seems willing to recognize, so far.]
I promised him I'd do everything I could to find a way to break the bond Maul forced him into, yes.
Why?
I promised him I'd do everything I could to find a way to break the bond Maul forced him into, yes.
Why?
It wasn't your fault that it still came.
Maybe not.
I'm still sorry I couldn't reach you, before it got you.
I'm still sorry I couldn't reach you, before it got you.
Ezra, do you have a moment for a potentially awkward conversation that you are free to judge me for?
[ Luke had been debating for a while who to talk to about this certain little issue that had been poking at the back of his mind. And now that he was stuck in bed and grumbled at every time he made an attempt to get out, he may as well talk to someone about this. ]
[ Luke had been debating for a while who to talk to about this certain little issue that had been poking at the back of his mind. And now that he was stuck in bed and grumbled at every time he made an attempt to get out, he may as well talk to someone about this. ]
Sure. Go for it. I guess I can't swear to be judgement free, but I do try not to judge.
[Maul's been doing as Ezra asked. He's been staying away. Aside from their little jungle escapade, he hasn't approached the young Jedi at all. But considering what he learned in December, his memories from the past, present, and future colliding, he can't help it. He needs answer. So he calls up Ezra and just abruptly starts talking.]
We need to talk. About my future and your present.
We need to talk. About my future and your present.
[Nope, not answering in video. He deliberates hard on whether he's answering at all. Eventually, he does, but by voice, his tone flat-]
Why?
Why?
[ Ezra will find a bag of seeds and a few bulbs on the entryway table of Obi-Wan's and Ezra's house.
Attached is a note:
Ezra--
I noticed you and Master Kenobi have a garden. I found these outside of one of the portals. They'll grow into vincha plants whose roots have medicinal properties. Hopefully you will have better luck growing them than I would.
-- A. Solo ]
Attached is a note:
Ezra--
I noticed you and Master Kenobi have a garden. I found these outside of one of the portals. They'll grow into vincha plants whose roots have medicinal properties. Hopefully you will have better luck growing them than I would.
-- A. Solo ]
[ooc: continued from here]
Smart boy. Yet Bail does have to wonder where it is that he has apparently gotten off to. Alderaan and Coruscant are the main places that Bail tends to be in. Some other places here and there when necessity calls for it. Yet if any remaining Jedi required help, he would have gone off to provide it. "I have no doubt that the times to come will be trying."
Smart boy. Yet Bail does have to wonder where it is that he has apparently gotten off to. Alderaan and Coruscant are the main places that Bail tends to be in. Some other places here and there when necessity calls for it. Yet if any remaining Jedi required help, he would have gone off to provide it. "I have no doubt that the times to come will be trying."
Ezra nods. "And a different kind of trying, for however long we're here. Smaller scale. Right now, I'm living at Master Kenobi's house, in the district named Cassandra."
He smiles, gentler and warmer. "I'm pretty confident that if you paid a visit, he'd be pleased to see you".
He smiles, gentler and warmer. "I'm pretty confident that if you paid a visit, he'd be pleased to see you".
[It's a bit later than Padmé had intended, but this place does have a way about it...]
Hello Ezra. I was wondering if you'd like to come over for dinner one evening? Sabé and I would like to say thanks.
Hello Ezra. I was wondering if you'd like to come over for dinner one evening? Sabé and I would like to say thanks.
I'd love to come have dinner, thank you.
I'll admit I didn't know you and Sabé knew each other.
I'll admit I didn't know you and Sabé knew each other.
I have an idea but I need your advice.
[ Is he going to elaborate? No. ]
[ Is he going to elaborate? No. ]
No promises on my advice being good advice. But go for it.
[Apparently, Maul's memories aren't done with being broadcast. At least this time it only ends up going to a single individual: Ezra.
As the memory begins, Maul is in the front yard of his house but the surrounding area isn't Trench. No, this is a memory from Deerington when Maul had lived in the dream town. There's a chubby boy about thirteen years old with him. Maul starts to teach him the basics of fighting. From what they're saying, Ben has had trouble with bullies, something Maul can sympathize with after the life that he's led.
While he's not entirely kind to the boy, Ben, neither is he deliberately cruel. After a certain point, Maul honestly seems to be enjoying himself. By the end of the session with Ben, he's honestly smiling a little. He likes this young kid and the attitude he has. This is the beginning of a friendship for Maul, alas one that will end in eventual tragedy.]
As the memory begins, Maul is in the front yard of his house but the surrounding area isn't Trench. No, this is a memory from Deerington when Maul had lived in the dream town. There's a chubby boy about thirteen years old with him. Maul starts to teach him the basics of fighting. From what they're saying, Ben has had trouble with bullies, something Maul can sympathize with after the life that he's led.
While he's not entirely kind to the boy, Ben, neither is he deliberately cruel. After a certain point, Maul honestly seems to be enjoying himself. By the end of the session with Ben, he's honestly smiling a little. He likes this young kid and the attitude he has. This is the beginning of a friendship for Maul, alas one that will end in eventual tragedy.]
[Maybe he shouldn't watch it all. Maybe he should ask, before he does. But he doesn't ask, and he does watch.
And then he puts his Omni down and walks away, to do some weeding in the garden area behind Obi-wan's house, before making even a preliminary decision about whether he's going to say anything about the memory.
Initial verdict - he's too troubled, too curious for reasons that aren't nice, too conflicted, to trust himself to open the conversation.
Days later and he's still thinking about it all, on and off. Eventually he decides not to point it out. Let this piece of the past be the past. If Maul wants to talk about it, surely he'll say something.]
And then he puts his Omni down and walks away, to do some weeding in the garden area behind Obi-wan's house, before making even a preliminary decision about whether he's going to say anything about the memory.
Initial verdict - he's too troubled, too curious for reasons that aren't nice, too conflicted, to trust himself to open the conversation.
Days later and he's still thinking about it all, on and off. Eventually he decides not to point it out. Let this piece of the past be the past. If Maul wants to talk about it, surely he'll say something.]
[ It was near dusk on Naboo.
Candles and lanterns lit the archways of the buildings in Theed, a solemn glow lighting the way for a quiet procession. This was not a small gathering- it looked as though the entire city, if not more, were gathered. Crowds lined the stone bridge with mourners watching the procession as it passed. Four gualaar leading an open casket through the city.
Padmé Naberrie Amidala lay lifeless- her hair splayed around her with petals of flowers placed in the curls. Her hand rested on her stomach and held the japor snippet necklace a young Anakin Skywalker had given her years ago.
No one spoke.
Padmé's family followed, as did Queen Apailana in a gown styled after one of the former Queen's looks. A nod to her respect for the late Queen and Senator of Naboo. Padmé's surviving handmaidens were among those walking behind the current Queen. Rabé, Saché, Yané, Dormé, and Sabé did not speak a word to each other... nor anyone else. Their devastation was too great. ]
Candles and lanterns lit the archways of the buildings in Theed, a solemn glow lighting the way for a quiet procession. This was not a small gathering- it looked as though the entire city, if not more, were gathered. Crowds lined the stone bridge with mourners watching the procession as it passed. Four gualaar leading an open casket through the city.
Padmé Naberrie Amidala lay lifeless- her hair splayed around her with petals of flowers placed in the curls. Her hand rested on her stomach and held the japor snippet necklace a young Anakin Skywalker had given her years ago.
No one spoke.
Padmé's family followed, as did Queen Apailana in a gown styled after one of the former Queen's looks. A nod to her respect for the late Queen and Senator of Naboo. Padmé's surviving handmaidens were among those walking behind the current Queen. Rabé, Saché, Yané, Dormé, and Sabé did not speak a word to each other... nor anyone else. Their devastation was too great. ]
[He watches all of it, in muted horror.
He'd already known that back in the galaxy, in his time, Padmé had been dead, since about the time he was born. He knows some of the bare facts of how she would have died. Had died. But he'd never expected to see this.}
Sabé. I -
I knew you were grieving. [Sabé is not a loud presence in the Force, but Ezra knows grief too well, not to notice.] I didn't want to pry.
And...I know what it's like to know what death is fated for someone you love, who's right there. To miss a version of them, from a different time.
He'd already known that back in the galaxy, in his time, Padmé had been dead, since about the time he was born. He knows some of the bare facts of how she would have died. Had died. But he'd never expected to see this.}
Sabé. I -
I knew you were grieving. [Sabé is not a loud presence in the Force, but Ezra knows grief too well, not to notice.] I didn't want to pry.
And...I know what it's like to know what death is fated for someone you love, who's right there. To miss a version of them, from a different time.
[ Anakin barely lets the landing ramp set down before he's bolting through the crowd, pushing people aside, terror on his face. Despite being pale and tired, he's running as if his life depends on it. He rounds a corner too fast and has to push off against the wall so he doesn't smack right into it. He finally makes it to a turbolift, but his knees buckle and he looks like he's suddenly about to faint from pain. Undaunted, he throws himself out of the turbolift the moment it stops and skids to a halt right outside of the med ward where half a dozen people are milling about. Anxiety, nerves, restlessness crackle in the air.
"Aunt Mara!" he gasps. "What's wrong with Aunt Mara?"
A woman embraces Anakin, but there's no sense of sadness to her, just concern and affection.
"Mara is fine. Where in space have you been? Is Corran with you?"
Slowly, the conversation unravels-- the source of Anakin's pain earlier hadn't been his aunt's illness about to take her, but was labor pains instead. Anakin barely has time to calm down before the door opens and a very tired-looking Mon Calamari announces that they can come in, a few at a time. Immediately, the woman-- Mirax-- and Anakin walk in.
An older Luke Skywalker is kneeling by the bed of a red-headed woman with jade-green eyes. She looks sick and exhausted, but there's a palpable happiness radiating from both her and Luke. It's clear what the source of joy is-- the little bundle resting in the crook of Mara's arm.
"Luke, Mara. Look who I've brought."
Luke looks relieved and somehow even happier. "Anakin! You're okay! Are Corran and Tahiri with you?"
But Anakin is clearly focused on the newborn, answering his uncle with an absent "Yeah."
He steps closer, as if entranced. "Wow," he whispers.
"Hello, Anakin," the woman says. "I knew you'd be here."
His attention is immediately drawn to her-- to Aunt Mara.
"I thought you were... Can I come closer?"
"Sure."
He moves closer to his aunt's bedside, his eyes never leaving the bundle in her arms. He gets his first good look at his new cousin and blurts out-- "Are they all that ugly?"
The woman fixes him with a look. "You'll want to rephrase that, after what I just went through. Think in the general direction of antonyms."
"I mean, he's--"
"His name is Ben," Luke says, helpfully interjecting before Anakin can stick his foot further in his mouth.
"He's beautiful. In the Force, and... But he's sort of squinched and wrinkly."
"Just like you were," Mara says.
"And you're really okay?"
The woman smiles, happiness overtaking the exhaustion on her face.
"I've never, ever been better. Everything is perfect." She looks down at little baby Ben. "Perfect."
The med ward has become its own little world. Fear and worry are replaced by hope and love, and everything is perfect. ]
"Aunt Mara!" he gasps. "What's wrong with Aunt Mara?"
A woman embraces Anakin, but there's no sense of sadness to her, just concern and affection.
"Mara is fine. Where in space have you been? Is Corran with you?"
Slowly, the conversation unravels-- the source of Anakin's pain earlier hadn't been his aunt's illness about to take her, but was labor pains instead. Anakin barely has time to calm down before the door opens and a very tired-looking Mon Calamari announces that they can come in, a few at a time. Immediately, the woman-- Mirax-- and Anakin walk in.
An older Luke Skywalker is kneeling by the bed of a red-headed woman with jade-green eyes. She looks sick and exhausted, but there's a palpable happiness radiating from both her and Luke. It's clear what the source of joy is-- the little bundle resting in the crook of Mara's arm.
"Luke, Mara. Look who I've brought."
Luke looks relieved and somehow even happier. "Anakin! You're okay! Are Corran and Tahiri with you?"
But Anakin is clearly focused on the newborn, answering his uncle with an absent "Yeah."
He steps closer, as if entranced. "Wow," he whispers.
"Hello, Anakin," the woman says. "I knew you'd be here."
His attention is immediately drawn to her-- to Aunt Mara.
"I thought you were... Can I come closer?"
"Sure."
He moves closer to his aunt's bedside, his eyes never leaving the bundle in her arms. He gets his first good look at his new cousin and blurts out-- "Are they all that ugly?"
The woman fixes him with a look. "You'll want to rephrase that, after what I just went through. Think in the general direction of antonyms."
"I mean, he's--"
"His name is Ben," Luke says, helpfully interjecting before Anakin can stick his foot further in his mouth.
"He's beautiful. In the Force, and... But he's sort of squinched and wrinkly."
"Just like you were," Mara says.
"And you're really okay?"
The woman smiles, happiness overtaking the exhaustion on her face.
"I've never, ever been better. Everything is perfect." She looks down at little baby Ben. "Perfect."
The med ward has become its own little world. Fear and worry are replaced by hope and love, and everything is perfect. ]
[Even knowing Luke's developing feelings for Ariadne, which Ezra supports, as long as they're both happy -
He's never considered this sort of future for Luke.
(It's certainly no one he's ever really considered for himself.)]
Well, Ben's a good name. [He's teasing. And biased.]
I don't know Mara.
Luke looks...he looks so happy. I'm glad. [It's not a look he's seen much, on Luke all grown up. Which can't be compared to the giggles of a baby.]
He's never considered this sort of future for Luke.
(It's certainly no one he's ever really considered for himself.)]
Well, Ben's a good name. [He's teasing. And biased.]
I don't know Mara.
Luke looks...he looks so happy. I'm glad. [It's not a look he's seen much, on Luke all grown up. Which can't be compared to the giggles of a baby.]
[Awareness comes slowly. The feel of the blanket over his shoulders, the hard ground beneath his body and finally the sight of his Master, so young that his beard hasn't grown in yet nor has his hair changed after the removal of his padawan braid, crouching over him. There's a soft, blurred quality to everything, the memory filtered through a child's tired mind and the passage of time.
"Anakin, what are you doing here?"
He rubs at his tired eyes and struggles to keep them open.
"I didn't know if you'd still be here in the morning."
There's a pause from Obi-Wan. The expression he held at the time lost to Anakin's memory. He instead considers going back to sleep and does close his eyes again to do so, but he's gently tugged to his feet and he whines before wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan's leg and leaning against him.
"It can't be comfortable sleeping on the ground." Anakin clings tighter, suddenly worried he'll be sent back to his room. His tiredness starting to fade in light of this new fear. But instead, he's lead to Obi-Wan's bed and then pulled against his master as he covers the warm blankets over them. Happiness blooms in his chest as he snuggles in as close as he can.
The last thing he remembers before sleep takes him is the faint humming of a tune he doesn't know yet.]
"Anakin, what are you doing here?"
He rubs at his tired eyes and struggles to keep them open.
"I didn't know if you'd still be here in the morning."
There's a pause from Obi-Wan. The expression he held at the time lost to Anakin's memory. He instead considers going back to sleep and does close his eyes again to do so, but he's gently tugged to his feet and he whines before wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan's leg and leaning against him.
"It can't be comfortable sleeping on the ground." Anakin clings tighter, suddenly worried he'll be sent back to his room. His tiredness starting to fade in light of this new fear. But instead, he's lead to Obi-Wan's bed and then pulled against his master as he covers the warm blankets over them. Happiness blooms in his chest as he snuggles in as close as he can.
The last thing he remembers before sleep takes him is the faint humming of a tune he doesn't know yet.]
[Maybe it's silly or dumb to reply to this via Omni, while he's sitting on the roof of Obi-wan's house. But then, he often feels dumb, when he's trying to talk to Anakin.
Quietly-]
I can relate.
Quietly-]
I can relate.
[The feed pops open on a lush, vibrant rain forest. The trees are so dense, it's as if green is the only color in the universe. At least to begin with. The scene slowly climbs up as, hand over mint-green hand, a certain young demonoid climbs up a tree. Even as a little girl--and she can't be more than eight or nine--Ariadne is extraordinarily graceful. There's no faltering, no hesitation as she climbs the tree, finally breaking through the canopy to a brilliant blue sky.
A few seconds behind her comes a little boy, about the same age, with green skin and blue hair to match hers. He ruffles the feathers of his black wings, sending stray leaves and roots scattering.]
We shouldn't be this far from home, Ariadne.
[Ariadne laughs. Her voice still melodic, even though it's much younger.]
There's nothing to see at home, Lief. We've memorized every rock.
What's there to see here? We're in the middle of nothing!
That!
[She points a little, green finger up into the sky. Up to a flock of bright red birds with purple tailfeathers, flying information south. Their song is sweet, and they seem to be riffing off of each other, finding harmony in pitch and tone. They soar nearer and nearer to the two children, eventually zooming right overhead. Lief ducks down, cowering from them. But Ariadne? She reaches her arms out, as if she would join them.]
Where are they going?
North! To the interior of the content! They do every summer!
Why? What's there?
Dunno. But I want to find out.
You're not going north.
I am! Someday!
[She's a determined little thing. There's no room for doubt in her voice. And as if to prove her certainty, she spreads her own wings, rising up over the canopy.]
Ariadne! No!
[But she's beyond listening. Ariadne takes flight, rushing into the sky to join the birds. They aren't afraid of her. They merely shift their formation, like they're trying to make room for her. She laughs, her laugh becoming a song.]
A few seconds behind her comes a little boy, about the same age, with green skin and blue hair to match hers. He ruffles the feathers of his black wings, sending stray leaves and roots scattering.]
We shouldn't be this far from home, Ariadne.
[Ariadne laughs. Her voice still melodic, even though it's much younger.]
There's nothing to see at home, Lief. We've memorized every rock.
What's there to see here? We're in the middle of nothing!
That!
[She points a little, green finger up into the sky. Up to a flock of bright red birds with purple tailfeathers, flying information south. Their song is sweet, and they seem to be riffing off of each other, finding harmony in pitch and tone. They soar nearer and nearer to the two children, eventually zooming right overhead. Lief ducks down, cowering from them. But Ariadne? She reaches her arms out, as if she would join them.]
Where are they going?
North! To the interior of the content! They do every summer!
Why? What's there?
Dunno. But I want to find out.
You're not going north.
I am! Someday!
[She's a determined little thing. There's no room for doubt in her voice. And as if to prove her certainty, she spreads her own wings, rising up over the canopy.]
Ariadne! No!
[But she's beyond listening. Ariadne takes flight, rushing into the sky to join the birds. They aren't afraid of her. They merely shift their formation, like they're trying to make room for her. She laughs, her laugh becoming a song.]
[Ezra will walk down to the kitchen one morning and just find Maul......sort of there, sitting at the table like it's not at all unusual to simply break into people's houses rather than knock on the front door like a normal person. Well, really, for him it is. This is what happens when having no social skills and a blood type that urges one to be sociable this month collide.
He's got a mug of tea with his clawed hands curled about it, gloves taken off and set off to the side. He looks up as Ezra walks in.]
Morning.
[He says by way of greeting.]
He's got a mug of tea with his clawed hands curled about it, gloves taken off and set off to the side. He looks up as Ezra walks in.]
Morning.
[He says by way of greeting.]
[Ezra just....stops. Takes a slow, obviously annoyed breath in. Lets it out.
Nope, still too pissed off to want to let anything come out of his mouth aside from breath. He goes another round, before he finally says, tersely-]
I'd ask if you'd gotten permission from either of my housemates for a visit, but since they're both napping in membranes-
[He just fixes Maul with a furiously intense stare.]
Nope, still too pissed off to want to let anything come out of his mouth aside from breath. He goes another round, before he finally says, tersely-]
I'd ask if you'd gotten permission from either of my housemates for a visit, but since they're both napping in membranes-
[He just fixes Maul with a furiously intense stare.]
[Jaina's been having a weird... well, things have been weird for Jaina. And she's not quite sure how to deal with any of it when the people she usually turns to are at least half of the weidness.
So she's found herself, glow and all, at Ezra's door.]
Hey, I need...
[She's not actually sure]
So she's found herself, glow and all, at Ezra's door.]
Hey, I need...
[She's not actually sure]
[Except Ezra is also lit up like a night light. It's not completely obvious as he initially peers around the door but then he steps out more fully into the doorway.]
Oh, hey. I think we're the same blood type.
...is that- [he gestures towards her.] What you wanted to talk about, or something else?
Oh, hey. I think we're the same blood type.
...is that- [he gestures towards her.] What you wanted to talk about, or something else?
Let's see.
Me being in a horrible mood. Loosing somewhere between a quarter and half my memories for a while, including anything about being a Jedi. Which meant acting like a literal child around Obi-wan - so embarrassing.
Are you ok? Did you pick up new memories?
Me being in a horrible mood. Loosing somewhere between a quarter and half my memories for a while, including anything about being a Jedi. Which meant acting like a literal child around Obi-wan - so embarrassing.
Are you ok? Did you pick up new memories?
question. do you have any spare nail polish and is there any way to screw up applying it so bad i can ruin a girls life
would ask you about makeup too but i know thats a bad idea
would ask you about makeup too but i know thats a bad idea
There are definitely ways to paint nails so bad it ruins someone's life. My foster sister, if she were here, would probably tell you I'm exactly the right guy to do that.
Not sure what you're implying about my makeup game, dude.
Not sure what you're implying about my makeup game, dude.
I'm too tired to cook. Would it be an abuse of power if I just told a couple of my followers to go grab me dinner from somewhere in the city?
[He meant this for Usagi. Truly, Maul does sound like he's on the verge of falling asleep. He's just too hungry to do so yet.]
[He meant this for Usagi. Truly, Maul does sound like he's on the verge of falling asleep. He's just too hungry to do so yet.]
I guess there's some inherent imbalance there - I don't get the 'followers' thing at all. Why can't they just be your neighbors and students?
But that's a pretty simple and reasonable request. I'd say just make sure they know it's a request, not an order with consequences if they say no.
[It's encouraging to him, that Maul's taking the time to think about even small acts like this.]
But that's a pretty simple and reasonable request. I'd say just make sure they know it's a request, not an order with consequences if they say no.
[It's encouraging to him, that Maul's taking the time to think about even small acts like this.]
[Jason's omen Esfir finds Ezra next time he's in the Sanctuary. She delivers his gift and waits to be sure he opens it. Inside is a box of cookies in the shape of stars and planets. Jason has also included two playlists he made while he was in Entertainment Feed. One is labeled "For Meditation" and is mostly calming instrumentals or peaceful nature sounds. The other is "For Rocking Out" and features Whitesnake, David Bowie, Elvis Presley, Twisted Sister, and so forth.
"Ezra, I didn't know what kind of music you liked so I picked a bunch of stuff from Earth. Hope you enjoy it, and the cookies. Happy Life Day
~Jason"]
"Ezra, I didn't know what kind of music you liked so I picked a bunch of stuff from Earth. Hope you enjoy it, and the cookies. Happy Life Day
~Jason"]
Hey Jason,
Thanks for the tunes. Definitely some good stuff I hadn't heard yet - although Bowie is old favorite.
I've mostly been baking and giving other food stuff. But I don't know what to you like.
A late order's up for grabs if you want it.
Hope you've had a good holiday season.
Thanks for the tunes. Definitely some good stuff I hadn't heard yet - although Bowie is old favorite.
I've mostly been baking and giving other food stuff. But I don't know what to you like.
A late order's up for grabs if you want it.
Hope you've had a good holiday season.
[Delivered to Ezra's door is a handmade lightsaber necklace, an incense burner, and a plate of bakery bought cookies. Attached is a note:]
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS, EZRA-KUN!
I hope you have a safe and warm winter. Let me know if you need anything.
Love you,
Usagi
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS, EZRA-KUN!
I hope you have a safe and warm winter. Let me know if you need anything.
Love you,
Usagi
Usagi-chan! Love you too, and thank you so much for the gifts.
Everything been ok?
[Delivered in a basket with a Merry Christmas tag written in beautiful handwriting is a blackberry pie.]
[This year, Maul had decided to behave himself when it came to giving gifts, unlike in years past where he broke into people's houses rather like Santa himself did. All gifts are left on the porch or front step of the recipient's home for them to find in the morning.
A basket was left for the three residents of the house. In it were a bunch of knives, clearly meant to be gifts for the three of them. Accompanying it was a note in blocky handwriting wishing them all a Merry Christmas signed from 'Santa'.]
A basket was left for the three residents of the house. In it were a bunch of knives, clearly meant to be gifts for the three of them. Accompanying it was a note in blocky handwriting wishing them all a Merry Christmas signed from 'Santa'.]
[Anakin has figured out who the knives are from. They're going in the trash now. While there's nothing stopping Ezra from fishing them out later, Anakin will make no secret on why he threw them out.]
[have a little video message ezra, that is mostly mob fumbling with his camera before looking at it. he turns it to show a little misshapen bonsai tree.] Hi. I wanted to show you this, I thought you might like it.
[ezra seemed like someone who would like plants, really. that is just the strong impression mob got, probably from how he seemed to like animals as friends a lot. why not plants.]
I've been learning about growing plants here with my powers, as um, as a way to get more comfortable with my powers. [still weird to talk about it like that, but still.] The pruning part is pretty complicated with these. It's a lot easier just to grow things.
[ezra seemed like someone who would like plants, really. that is just the strong impression mob got, probably from how he seemed to like animals as friends a lot. why not plants.]
I've been learning about growing plants here with my powers, as um, as a way to get more comfortable with my powers. [still weird to talk about it like that, but still.] The pruning part is pretty complicated with these. It's a lot easier just to grow things.
[Ezra beams.]
I do like it.
I can help plants grow with my powers, too. I've been doing a lot of gardening - where I was, uh, before, and since I got here. Trying to make them grow really quickly is....a lot. Usually too much for me to do safely.
But a bit of a boost can help plants that might be hurt by the blood pollution that hangs around.
I do like it.
I can help plants grow with my powers, too. I've been doing a lot of gardening - where I was, uh, before, and since I got here. Trying to make them grow really quickly is....a lot. Usually too much for me to do safely.
But a bit of a boost can help plants that might be hurt by the blood pollution that hangs around.
Ezra’s midwinter gift is delivered in a woven grass basket, and consists of half baked goods (a bag of fluffy bread buns and a box of iced sugar cookies) and half an ecological observation kit packed into a durable leather kit bag. It consists of binoculars, a notebook, a sample collection kit, a magnifying glass, a sharp knife, and a pair of leather gloves.
That's me. And you're Ritsuka, yeah?
[He offers a small smile, eyes alert and intent.]
What's up?
[He offers a small smile, eyes alert and intent.]
What's up?
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