i. winter is here Seriously? There are definite shades of Myrkr right about now, and she's nearly the most emotionally well-equipped person to deal with it. She's gone out alone, because the last thing she wants or needs is pestering about whether or not she's fit for this mission. Her objective is clear: to succeed where she so blatantly had not on Myrkr. When she thinks of the kids involved, Anakin's face invariably flashes in her mind.
It makes her walk twice as fast as she can, given the snow. Tracking them isn't hard; not for her. Or it wouldn't be if she'd reach out. Cut off from her twin—she hasn't bothered. So when she comes across someone she's never seen before in the forest and is definitely not between twelve and seventeen, she halts and stands stock still, features schooled into a cool, impassive expression.
"Who sent you? I told them I'd handle it."
ii. get off my lawn ( There's a literal pile of junk in the middle of the local park, because someone is looking for suitable parts to (try) and cobble together some form of transportation to get off this rock. A hubcap is toss away—and then ends up rolled back toward her when no less than five strange birds land on it. Jaina looks up, brown eyes narrowed; and folds her arms over her chest. )
You've got three seconds before you're lunch.
( Look, they'd beat freeze-dried anything. With a snap and a hiss, her lightsaber ignites, casting a violet glow over them. They only hop off the hubcap and waddle closer, making her scowl. )
Suit yourself.
iii. mistleglow ( Congratulations! You're now trapped for an hour with a scowling jedi apprentice. )
Hands off.
( Mouth, too. )
iv. befriendr
Friendr
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» Age: 18 » Seeking: no » Preferences: no » Interests: finding my brother, blowing up some vong, avenging my brother » Bio: i could be the smuggler or diplomat who saves the galaxy. it's 50/50. also: i go by 'great one' these days.
Jaina Solo • Star Wars (Legends) • Ota
Seriously? There are definite shades of Myrkr right about now, and she's nearly the most emotionally well-equipped person to deal with it. She's gone out alone, because the last thing she wants or needs is pestering about whether or not she's fit for this mission. Her objective is clear: to succeed where she so blatantly had not on Myrkr. When she thinks of the kids involved, Anakin's face invariably flashes in her mind.
It makes her walk twice as fast as she can, given the snow. Tracking them isn't hard; not for her. Or it wouldn't be if she'd reach out. Cut off from her twin—she hasn't bothered. So when she comes across someone she's never seen before in the forest and is definitely not between twelve and seventeen, she halts and stands stock still, features schooled into a cool, impassive expression.
"Who sent you? I told them I'd handle it."
ii. get off my lawn
( There's a literal pile of junk in the middle of the local park, because someone is looking for suitable parts to (try) and cobble together some form of transportation to get off this rock. A hubcap is toss away—and then ends up rolled back toward her when no less than five strange birds land on it. Jaina looks up, brown eyes narrowed; and folds her arms over her chest. )
You've got three seconds before you're lunch.
( Look, they'd beat freeze-dried anything. With a snap and a hiss, her lightsaber ignites, casting a violet glow over them. They only hop off the hubcap and waddle closer, making her scowl. )
Suit yourself.
iii. mistleglow
( Congratulations! You're now trapped for an hour with a scowling jedi apprentice. )
Hands off.
( Mouth, too. )
iv. befriendr
» Seeking: no
» Preferences: no
» Interests: finding my brother, blowing up some vong, avenging my brother
» Bio: i could be the smuggler or diplomat who saves the galaxy. it's 50/50. also: i go by 'great one' these days.