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(open[ish]) once i was seven years old
CHARACTERS: Ahsoka and YOU (eventually)
WHERE: Subspace, and others (mostly subspace)
WHEN: Catch all for the beginning of June
SUMMARY: Various closed and open prompts.
WARNINGS: TBD
Closed to Bananakin
With the Extranet abuzz with what had happened, and increased police presence in Subspace, its no real surprise that Ahsoka had used the chaos to slip away from her chosen hiding hole when certain people weren't looking. Of course, she knows better than to think she'll dodge the eyes of others forever, given the fact that they were all connected at the brain stem. But she does her best to distance herself from the Nest and its link as she moves down the street as fast as her feet will carry her (but not too fast -- no reason to draw attention to herself).
The whispers and fear-mongering have reached such high levels that Ahsoka has begun to bristle on behalf of the androids in spite of herself. She hardly agreed with the concept of synthesis to start with, but disagreement was hardly justification for terrorism. The magnitude of it all didn't sit well, and she had been determined to get to the bottom of it, regardless of the fact that Anakin had explicitly told her to stay behind.
She wasn't his padawan anymore, not to mention the fact that she may as well have been an adult. She didn't need anyone's permission to do anything anymore.
If only she could track down the two humans who were there -- would they even talk to her like this? So soon after the attack? Only one way to find out.
Ignoring the angry hornet buzzing somewhere at the tips of her montrals is not an easy task. Every now and then, she gets curious enough to check with her mind if she's being followed, in spite of knowing that it would likely lead anyone trying to follow her right to the very spot she was standing. At one moment, it distracts her so much that she nearly collides with a police patrol and is forced to press herself past them and into the nearest building.
He isn't far behind. She'd outrun him for almost 48 hours before being brought to heel last time, and he had needed help -- but last time, the Nest was not there to assist him. Anakin would find her eventually, regardless of whether or not she wanted to be found.
Closed to Kyle Ron
Being trapped in the Bearings has nearly driven Ahsoka to climb up the walls -- or it might have, if she were capable of such a thing. Instead, she is stuck laying half-way off Anakin's chosen cot, with her head resting lazily on Scrappy. The small droid doesn't seem to mind the fact that she's using it as a pillow -- in fact, it even gives a few delighted whirrs whenever she shifts her balance.
She was running out of things to decorate it with. So far, she had repainted its panels, polished its various mechanisms, and turned its chassis blue -- like R2 (at least, until she realized that she was doing it because she missed R2-D2).
That was the moment where she had given up trying to keep herself occupied with the room and had opted to reach out as she had been doing during her first few days of arrival. The Nest wasn't necessarily a concept she favored, but living through the eyes of someone else was more interesting than laying around doing nothing.
There are two minds who stand out more easily than other's -- their bond in the Force might not have been as strong as it once was, but it was there. She cannot reach for Anakin now, not when its his overprotective nature that keeps her chained to his room. So instead, she turns her mind to the other -- to Kylo Ren.
The sensation of something sitting heavily on his shoulders will come before Ahsoka's presence can be recognized. Whatever he might be doing -- he now has a silent observer. At least, she starts silent.
WHERE: Subspace, and others (mostly subspace)
WHEN: Catch all for the beginning of June
SUMMARY: Various closed and open prompts.
WARNINGS: TBD
Closed to Bananakin
With the Extranet abuzz with what had happened, and increased police presence in Subspace, its no real surprise that Ahsoka had used the chaos to slip away from her chosen hiding hole when certain people weren't looking. Of course, she knows better than to think she'll dodge the eyes of others forever, given the fact that they were all connected at the brain stem. But she does her best to distance herself from the Nest and its link as she moves down the street as fast as her feet will carry her (but not too fast -- no reason to draw attention to herself).
The whispers and fear-mongering have reached such high levels that Ahsoka has begun to bristle on behalf of the androids in spite of herself. She hardly agreed with the concept of synthesis to start with, but disagreement was hardly justification for terrorism. The magnitude of it all didn't sit well, and she had been determined to get to the bottom of it, regardless of the fact that Anakin had explicitly told her to stay behind.
She wasn't his padawan anymore, not to mention the fact that she may as well have been an adult. She didn't need anyone's permission to do anything anymore.
If only she could track down the two humans who were there -- would they even talk to her like this? So soon after the attack? Only one way to find out.
Ignoring the angry hornet buzzing somewhere at the tips of her montrals is not an easy task. Every now and then, she gets curious enough to check with her mind if she's being followed, in spite of knowing that it would likely lead anyone trying to follow her right to the very spot she was standing. At one moment, it distracts her so much that she nearly collides with a police patrol and is forced to press herself past them and into the nearest building.
He isn't far behind. She'd outrun him for almost 48 hours before being brought to heel last time, and he had needed help -- but last time, the Nest was not there to assist him. Anakin would find her eventually, regardless of whether or not she wanted to be found.
Closed to Kyle Ron
Being trapped in the Bearings has nearly driven Ahsoka to climb up the walls -- or it might have, if she were capable of such a thing. Instead, she is stuck laying half-way off Anakin's chosen cot, with her head resting lazily on Scrappy. The small droid doesn't seem to mind the fact that she's using it as a pillow -- in fact, it even gives a few delighted whirrs whenever she shifts her balance.
She was running out of things to decorate it with. So far, she had repainted its panels, polished its various mechanisms, and turned its chassis blue -- like R2 (at least, until she realized that she was doing it because she missed R2-D2).
That was the moment where she had given up trying to keep herself occupied with the room and had opted to reach out as she had been doing during her first few days of arrival. The Nest wasn't necessarily a concept she favored, but living through the eyes of someone else was more interesting than laying around doing nothing.
There are two minds who stand out more easily than other's -- their bond in the Force might not have been as strong as it once was, but it was there. She cannot reach for Anakin now, not when its his overprotective nature that keeps her chained to his room. So instead, she turns her mind to the other -- to Kylo Ren.
The sensation of something sitting heavily on his shoulders will come before Ahsoka's presence can be recognized. Whatever he might be doing -- he now has a silent observer. At least, she starts silent.
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[Or at least--she thinks they're unfounded. By now, she has a better understanding of his fears. Some of them. Perhaps not all -- he hasn't shared the entire story with her.
And she isn't sure she wants to hear it.]
He isn't trying to hold me back.
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Come with me. I could use assistance in tracing dissenters.
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The wheels turn, somewhere in Anakin's flat, she pulls herself off the little droid (who chirrs curiously when she moves to grab her cloak).]
Don't leave without me.
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[A lie, and an oil-slick one at that: they both know that different circumstances would easily see him leaving her behind without a second thought - but that's not the case right now. He folds his arms, lifts his gaze towards bright, flickering city light.
And waits.]