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riverview2018-05-18 11:16 pm
nostalgiabomb) wrote in riverview2018-05-18 11:16 pm
Entry tags:
- marvel (616): natasha romanov,
- marvel (mcu): gamora,
- marvel (mcu): peter quill,
- marvel (mcu): tony stark,
- marvel (tv): skye,
- star wars: rey,
- ✖ angel sanctuary: alexiel,
- ✖ homestuck: dave strider,
- ✖ original: rosalina nurumi,
- ✖ original: the tetherer,
- ✖ overwatch: genji shimada,
- ✖ overwatch: hana song
video; @star.lord
[ INT. Shared Housing, Floor 13, Room 4 – Very Late Night.
We open on a shot of the living space in one of the many shared housing units. It's dark in the messy room, with a couple of red jackets tossed onto the backs of chairs. Nearby, soft snores are audible.
In frame is a small, wooden creature, his giant eyes squinting with concentration as he stares at the screen. An old, beat-up mp3 player and a Sony Walkman sit beside him on the coffee table. The little creature mumbles a tiny, irritated— ]
I am Groot?
[ —in the same tone of voice someone else might use to ask, “How the hell do you work this thing?” He pokes at the screen fruitlessly for a while, but soon enough, his eyes light up as he shoves his hand forward one last time.
Suddenly, “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap” by the illustrious AC/DC shrieks over stereo speakers.
DONE. DIRT. CHEAP.
Sorry about your beauty sleep, Floor 13. And probably Floors 12 and 14.
The sapling yelps, scrambling and panicking to figure out how to stop this crazy thing, just as a sleep-tousled Star-Lord stumbles into frame, flicking on a light. Barely audible over the music, ]
Groot, what are you—?
[ Busted.
Peter picks up the device, sees that it’s recording, and he grimaces. ]
Oh, son of a—
[ Which is when the feed and the music both cut out. ]
We open on a shot of the living space in one of the many shared housing units. It's dark in the messy room, with a couple of red jackets tossed onto the backs of chairs. Nearby, soft snores are audible.
In frame is a small, wooden creature, his giant eyes squinting with concentration as he stares at the screen. An old, beat-up mp3 player and a Sony Walkman sit beside him on the coffee table. The little creature mumbles a tiny, irritated— ]
I am Groot?
[ —in the same tone of voice someone else might use to ask, “How the hell do you work this thing?” He pokes at the screen fruitlessly for a while, but soon enough, his eyes light up as he shoves his hand forward one last time.
Suddenly, “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap” by the illustrious AC/DC shrieks over stereo speakers.
DONE. DIRT. CHEAP.
Sorry about your beauty sleep, Floor 13. And probably Floors 12 and 14.
The sapling yelps, scrambling and panicking to figure out how to stop this crazy thing, just as a sleep-tousled Star-Lord stumbles into frame, flicking on a light. Barely audible over the music, ]
Groot, what are you—?
[ Busted.
Peter picks up the device, sees that it’s recording, and he grimaces. ]
Oh, son of a—
[ Which is when the feed and the music both cut out. ]
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Yes, it is. The Lightsaber...the Force...all real. I didn't believe it myself...not until I felt it.
[The Force. That connection--the energy between all life forces, of life and death. The power that isn't solely for the Jedi.
But she also didn't think of it until the Force was used on her, or until she used it herself for the first time. It was always part of her, but she never knew how to tap into it until recently.]
There's still a lot to learn about it.
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Is she a Jedi?
But that touch of bitterness doesn't go unnoticed, and some of Peter's enthusiasm dims. ]
I'm guessin' it wasn't exactly all it was cracked up to be?
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It's not something she broadcasts, preferring to keep it at a minimum or barely speak about it. Though, given her tired state, she may change her mind.]
Yes...and no.
[Rey thinks about it for a moment, trying to choose her words carefully.]
How I found out wasn't in a pleasant way--and like I said...I met the last Jedi, so it's bittersweet to know it's there, it's real...but the person who would know the most is gone.
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Still, he allows himself at least one last question: ]
Was he training you?
Private
Peter--Star-Lord, was someone she didn't know if she could trust. As sleepy as she was, her guard was still up.]
Think that's a question that's better asked in person.
[It's a maybe? It's sort of close to the truth, but not too much. She doesn't know if he was a fan of the Jedi or pretending to be--the Jedi did had enemies after all. Or she's over thinking again because it's late.]
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Obviously there's something heavy here, and he's not going to be a dick about it. ]
Only if you're comfortable with that. I mean, I don't mean to be nosy. It's really none of my business.
[ Although Peter loved the Star Wars trilogy as a kid. He used to wave around broom sticks, making lightsaber noises as he battled imagined enemies, used to try to lift stuff with his mind with predictable results.
So... yeah. He's kinda nosy. But he's not completely unreasonable that he won't back off. ]
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You're right, it's none of your business. [Because it isn't. Her training is her own, and only her friends know what's going on.]
But, I am willing to meet in person and maybe discuss this a bit further.
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Yeah. If that's what you wanna do, sure.
[ A pause, then, a little wryly, ]
Maybe during daylight hours, huh?
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Yes, greatly preferred during daylight hours--after getting some sleep.
[Because she was getting to the point where she may crash once their conversation is done.]
I wouldn't offered if I didn't want to meet up with you--or with Groot too.
[If the little one wanted to come along, that is.]
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We'll get something figured out. How 'bout you let me know when you wanna meet? I should be free whenever.
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That sounds.. [No, no yawning.] Sounds fine. I can contact you in the morning with a date and time.
I'll talk to you soon.
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Action
Meeting in a park seems like the best idea. Enough space to walk, and talk if they decided to do that. She had her staff on her, continuing to bring her old weapon even though she would use the lightsaber more in battle than anything else.
Now time to play the waiting game.]
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And that’s especially true of today, considering Groot woke him up at ass o’clock, and considering he spent a lot of last night worrying over Gamora and the sickness she seems to have caught. When Gamora leaves for her shift with the Perimeter Guard, Peter rolls over and checks his comm, sees the message from Rey, and shoots off a quick message telling her, “I’ll be there with bells on.”
Peter shows up with Groot on his shoulder, though the kid is eager to hop off and go running off across the fields, probably scaring the shit out of whatever squirrels or birds or other hapless creatures he runs into. Peter’s yawning as he approaches Rey, though he stifles it behind his hand. ]
Hey. Didn’t keep you waiting, did I?
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[There's a shake of her head at his question. Rey is dressed like she normally would be. No need for jeans or any civilian clothing, something that she feels more at easy with. Though, she doesn't think it makes her look more or less like a Jedi, only something she wore that was familiar and comfortable. The strap of her staff is slung over her shoulder, and lightsaber safely tucked away on her person.]
No, you didn't. I was enjoying the scenery. [That's one way to put it. Really, she hadn't been waiting long, but she was people watching as she waited. Her eyes fall to Groot, taking some amusement from how he was running around like a child.]
Were you able to get more sleep last night?
[Best to start off with something light and then work her way into maybe answering his question from last night.]
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Sorta.
[ Which is a lie. He slept like shit, if he slept at all – and the jury’s still out on that one. But, hey, not her problem, and not something he really wants to talk about.
(In the background, Groot shouts what might be a war cry as he tackles something that looks a little like a dandelion puff.) ]
What about you? If I remember right, you were the one nodding off like a kid in class.
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I wasn't nodding off. I finally felt tired enough to sleep.
[Please, like she'd nod off. She was trying to keep herself from yawning. But there's a pause as she gathers her thoughts.]
Why did you ask if I was training with him? [The last Jedi, and better yet, what was his motive for knowing?]
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As for her question, he blinks at her, a little confused. ]
I guess I was just curious? [ And he casts the words a little uncertainly, like he’s not sure what sort of answer she’s looking for, here. ] Like, I figure there’s only a couple of reasons to look for the last Jedi, or whatever, and that’s either to interview him, or to train under him.
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[Rey repeated the words, trying to gauge if Peter had any other ulterior motives. If he wanted the information for his own knowledge or for other purposes that may or may not align with the First Order. He wasn't too far from the truth.]
Some would want to kill him, eradicate the Jedi so nothing could stand in their way. The Jedi would only live on as myths until they're forgotten.
[Like the names of the other Jedi before Luke. The ones before his time and Anakin's. Those names, those brave Jedi who would be lost to time, but still remembered in the Force.]
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Hey, no. I don’t want anyone dead. Promise.
I, uh. [ ... what’s the best way to put this without admitting he was a total Star Wars nerd as a kid? ] When I... heard stories. About Jedi and stuff, I mean. I always thought they were seriously cool. The stuff they could do, the people they helped. I always liked hearing about it.
So, you know. You said you met a Jedi in the flesh, and that sounded— [ He tries to think of an appropriate term, but he apparently settles on— ] —seriously awesome.
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Uh-huh...
[It doesn't help convince her, but he doesn't seem like he's lying either? He's a hard one to really nail down.
She listened to him, continuing to weigh his words and waiting for him to slip up on something. But...he doesn't. He seems genuine in his tales. He was like any other child who heard of the Jedi--of Luke Skywalker and the hope that gave them that there was someone on the side of good, trying to help people.
The way that he described her encounter with Luke made her let out a soft chuckle and shake her head.]
He was more grumpy than anything else...but it was...[What was the word? Humbling? Shocking?] I was speechless when I met him. [Yes, that was the best way to describe it.]
I wasn't there to train with him, I was there for something else and it turned into being trained by him.
[Spoken so casually like it wasn't a big deal at all.]
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Still, some of his excitement works its way onto his face, into his voice, when he asks, ]
So can you do all that stuff, too? Like, move stuff with your mind and do that— [ He gestures with his hand – the Jedi mind trick. ] —that thing?
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But she has to laugh a little at how he waves his hand for whatever trick he thinks she can do.]
I can do a few things, yes. Used the Force to lift rocks and...convinced a Stormtrooper to leave a cell unlocked and drop his blaster.
[Hopefully that's the 'trick' that he was referring to.]
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That’s so awesome.
Does that mean you have a lightsaber?
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I wouldn't call it 'awesome,' but it's...pretty cool?
[A nod of her head.]
Yes, I do.
[It was Luke's...well, technically Anakin's...but it's hers. It called out to her.]
Did you want to see it? [Not that she'd let him touch it--he could hurt himself with it--but she's willing to show him.]
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