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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Apr 10, 2006 19:10:43 GMT -5
That would mean talking. For some reason, that worried Edan. He felt like a child: lost, a bit frustrated, and totally confused. The amount that he couldn't remember was stunning. There were parts of his thoughts just... missing, like someone had come along with a pair of mind scissors and clipped them out. So I have a head full of newspaper clippings, and not much to show for it. Great. This is going to be a long night.
"All right." Wait, wrong words. "Yes." That fit better. "Yes, food would be good." A gust of wind sent a shiver up his spine. "Are you cold?"
((Sorry that took so long, and was mostly gibberish. I've had writer's block for two weeks...))
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Post by Absolon on Apr 13, 2006 14:53:50 GMT -5
((No prob.))
Now that the initial shock and happiness was wearing off and giving way to a deeper joy, Kaida felt the cold too. "Sort of." She took his hand. "I know a cafe near here that is open all night," she suggested. It was a cozy sort of place, with big, comfortable, adjustable chairs in the corners.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Apr 13, 2006 15:00:44 GMT -5
"Sounds..." Too good to be true. "... perfect." He released her hand for a moment, and shrugged out of his jacket. "Here," he said, draping it around her shoulders. Well, it's a start, anyway.
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Post by Absolon on Apr 13, 2006 15:19:12 GMT -5
((In a movie, this is the point when the credits would start rolling, you know?))
Kaida smiled shyly and led the way to the cafe. "There's so much traffic sometimes, with the spaceport so near,"she explained, "that's why they keep it open."
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Apr 13, 2006 15:32:52 GMT -5
((And the sappy music plays, and we all get up and stretch and say, "Aw, what a nice movie." *snrk*))
"Sounds sensible, to me." He walked on quietly for a moment, sorting out and discarding thoughts that he couldn't put into words. The night really was cold, but in a refreshing sort of way. For some reason, Edan couldn't remember real cold, nor real feeling at all. Those sensations seemed to have been discarded with the parts of his thoughts that were missing. Finding them was important, a voice in the back of his head mentioned, some sort of Jedi-like intuition, but he didn't feel like trying, at the moment.
"If you haven't been living at the orphanage all these years, Kaida, where have you lived?" He wasn't entirely sure why that question, out of all the others, surfaced first, but it was already out of his mouth, so he had to stick with it.
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Post by Absolon on Apr 13, 2006 15:38:38 GMT -5
Kaida hesitated, tense about what he would say. He's your dad, Kai, there's not reason why you shouldn't tell him. "In different hotels and apartments. I didn't want the orphanage to find me again." She looked at his face worriedly, looking for his reaction.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Apr 13, 2006 15:47:39 GMT -5
What does she expect me to do, exactly? "Oh, if that's the case, then I'll just leave now." Sheesh. I suppose that's her right, though. I haven't exactly existed, before today. "Was it really that bad? The orphanage, I mean. That you wouldn't want to go back to it."
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Post by Absolon on Apr 22, 2006 14:32:19 GMT -5
"It was bad enough. Why should I have stayed in a place filled with kids to the brim so it could have more money from the government? No one there was interested in us except Naya." She stopped suddenly. Kaida had never told anyone about Naya before. Not that there had been anyone before. Except Shettai, and while she was a great listener, it wasn't as though she could answer back, except in vague emotions.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Apr 29, 2006 21:46:21 GMT -5
He could tell that he had touched a tender spot. But we'll never get by, always skirting the soft places where we think we'll get hurt... that's not how life works. Though there was a tone in her voice that made him smile. It was a tone that he recongnized from her mother, whenever she was slightly annoyed with an institution, or with anything, for that matter. He had heard it centering around him rather a few times.
"Then I suppose I'm glad that you got out." It would have been harder to find you... or not. This whole thing smacks of Providence. I mean, what chance in the galaxy do two related-people-who-don't-know-it have of ending up on the same street, at exactly the same time, in practically the middle of the night? Providence, indeed.
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Post by Absolon on May 3, 2006 19:01:20 GMT -5
((The place we're going to is like the Starbucks of Star Wars, I imagine, being near the spaceport and stuff.)) Kaida twiddled her thumbs as Shettai finally caught up. Kaida stopped to pick her up. "This is Shettai," she said, introducing father and cat. Through their bond, Kaida told Shettai as best as she could that this was her father. She thought Shettai got her drift, because she made a soft purring noise. The cat and her were close, to be sure, and thinking about that made Kaida wonder why she and her father hadn't found each other before. "Uh, if you don't mind my asking, where were you?" Kaida stroked Shettai, still feeling a little trepidation.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on May 8, 2006 20:28:29 GMT -5
Touché. Awkward....
"Here, mostly. Corellia. Leastways, I think so..." That was a little cryptic, so Edan cleared his throat awkwardly and tried again. "This may sound.... odd....." Dang right it does. Makes no sense to me, either. Push ahead, or keep secrets and maybe let it go later? Doesn't seem much fair. Fair to what? Not tell her that I'm insane? That I was stuck in my own head for.... Force knows how long, with somebody else living a life in my body that I didn't choose for myself? Mental check. What?! So that's what's wrong. Antaios. He remembered that much now, at least. "Here, on Corellia. Off-planet a few times, but otherwise... here."
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Post by Absolon on May 16, 2006 16:14:36 GMT -5
"I don't understand." What he was saying didn't make sense. How could he not know for certain where he had been? "Why didn't we find each other before? I haven't gone anywhere, and if you haven't either...." Kaida trailed off, uncertain. "It just doesn't make sense." She had heard some things about Force-sensative family members being able to sense each other from an early age. He was her father, she was absolutely certain about that, but something was off.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on May 22, 2006 20:54:43 GMT -5
I understand. I wish I didn't, oh, I wish I didn't. I'm a screw-up. One of the bad guys....
There are some things in the world that should go unsaid, Edan knew. Another thing he knew was that too many secrets were dangerous. But there was still that familiar voice laughing in the back of his head, and he wasn't prepared to face the ghosts he had created just yet. "I wish I could tell you, Kaida." That seemed dreadfully insufficient. "It's not that I don't think you could handle what I have to say....." I can't... "I... can't say it. That's all I can give you, right now."
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Post by Absolon on May 31, 2006 12:08:58 GMT -5
Her first reaction was a feeling of being hurt, but as she thought about it, there were some things that Kaida didn't want to tell her father either. Like how she had been making money since she ran away. She had never really felt bad about it before, she did what she needed to live, but the more Kaida thought about it, the more she realized she actually liked stealing. It was exciting, beating the adults at their own games. That wasn't something she wanted to talk about, not yet, not until they knew each other better.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on May 31, 2006 19:32:06 GMT -5
((Post from Chevrast, taking off, hopefully soon.... I'll post for Edan in the next couple days. My apologies for the swearing... I tried to put something else in there, but it just wouldn't come out with the same effect. *smacks head*))
The hour is later than you think - everything is coming together for a purpose. Do you see it?
"Damn it, no!" The many-eyed creature in the booth across from his was giving him a look that could have been startled (though it was hard to tell), so he hastily grabbed his com-link and put it to his lips. "Tell him I don't want to ship till next week! No, I don't care what he says. Just make sure he holds it!" He clicked the link shut and dropped it back in his pocket, as much like a disgruntled business-man as he possibly could, and massaged his temples. You're lucky you're a good liar, he thought to himself, with all of your waking up and swearing at the wall.
But nothing made sense any more, nothing at all. Events were flowing eratically around him, and his head felt like exploding. It was like trying to weave without a loom - trying to hold on to all the threads at once, with only two hands, and all of the threads pulling in opposite directions. He had to get off of Corellia.
The urge to get off the planet had been growing as the night passed. He swore again, then grinned lopsidedly at the fellow in the next booth. "Business, eh?" Gritting his teeth, he stood up and payed for his drink - or drinks, he couldn't really remember - with a few of the credits Kaida had given him. The credits in particular bothered him a lot. He hadn't realized how much the girl had given him until she was gone and the last of the drugs had worn off. If he had, Chev would at least have attempted to give them back, or reverse-pick-pocket her, or something. No child should even have that much money, much less be leaving it with gimpy Jedi-type people. When Levana got older, he decided, he'd make sure that she was a litttle more discriminatory with her pocket change.
On a more serious and urgent note, he figured that he could probably just buy some cruddy beat-up old transport with the girl's gift (misgiven though it was), but that whole idea just seemed senseless. He could live off of the amount for a while, and maybe just pay some idiot to float him off of Corellia, just to get off the planet.
Leaning on his crutch-thing, he wandered out the door of the cantina, and pointed himself in the general direction of Coronet's space port. It was a start, anyway.
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Jun 6, 2006 11:44:52 GMT -5
((Kaden might be able to help you there, (for one, he's acting like an idiot) if I can get him out of the bar and back to the spaceport in time.)) After being rescued by the mysterious Jedi lady, Kaden stumbled out of the bar, making sure he didn't see the flame-haired punk anywhere. He had forgotten why he had left his ship in the first place. Something.... something about a cat, he thought. But that didn't make sense. Was there a cat on his ship? No, that didn't seem likely. Had he been looking for a cat? That was even more unlikely than the first idea. Kaden just shrugged and started wandering back toward his ship.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Jun 8, 2006 12:47:32 GMT -5
((Heh. I'll probably take you up on that offer.... post as Edan, now.))
She didn't say anything, but Edan wasn't sure whether that was good, or very bad. The thing was, most of the stuff that he needed to tell her was stuff that he wasn't prepared to face, himself. He didn't think it was fair to dump that kind of junk on someone who barely reached his waste.
He felt tired, all of a sudden, the weight that he had felt lift not fifteen minutes before back with a vengeance. "Kaida, how much farther is your café?"
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Post by Absolon on Jun 8, 2006 21:08:31 GMT -5
((Barely reached his waste? lol. I get what you mean.))
"Not far." And indeed, not a minute and a half more, and they were there. Kaida walked in. She rumaged through her pockets and realized she had given what she had on her to Chevrast. Oops. Not that she regretted the giving, of course. But she really hoped her father had some credits, or an awkward situation might turn even more awkward still.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Jun 9, 2006 12:43:35 GMT -5
((I don't remember how tall she actually is... snrk. First half of this post is for Chev, second for Edan. Way to make it cofusing, Dûn. I'm going to start making it day, is that cool? It's been night for a long while.))
The horizon was beginning to lighten as Chev came within sight of the 'port. Just barely, but enough that the edges of the buildings were blurring in the dark grey of early morning, and everything was tinted the same, dreary color. He had finally figured out how to walk without nearly falling over every few steps, and he was tempted to ditch the crutch entirely. For one thing, he felt like a complete idiot hobling around Coronet's streets, and for another entirely different reason - the looks of pity and/or disgust were starting to annoy him. It was one thing to look like a vagabond who didn't have a place to live; it was a completely different thing for people to start noticing that you looked like a vagabond without a place to live. So he made a point of nodding to people he passed, and smiling as drunkenly as possible. Just for giggles.
As he wandered into the outskirts of Coronet's spaceport, he discreetly eyed ships and owner's as he passed them, watching for something that would tell him he had found the right ship. After a little while, with no real luck, as it was still rather early in the morning, he found a bench and parked himself on it for a moment.
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Though the night hadn't turned out to be a total disaster, Edan had a sense of loss, or something missing that he hadn't caught onto. He knew as he walked behind his daughter into the café that he needed to show her some proof that he really did care; that he hadn't spent the whole of the last eight years without once thinking about her.
He caught a glance of her rummaging through her pockets, and laid a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry about it," he said softly. "I've got it taken care of." Edan, as Antaios, hadn't lived completely unemployed for the last few years. Odd jobs for odd people (usually less than savory, but whatever) had kept him well financed. He found a little booth next to a large window that looked out on a sky that was just beginning to turn grey at the edges, and sat down. After a few moments of silence, he sighed at said, "All right, Kaida. What do you want to know? I'll try to answer..."
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Jun 17, 2006 12:21:22 GMT -5
Kaden walked up and noticed a man who looked to be in similar straights sitting on a bench. So, being less cautious than he usually was, Kaden sat down. "Ello," he said, noticing that his speech had improved somewhat since he left the cantina. "So, what's your problem?" Everyone, it seemed to Kaden, had problems. He had them, and sometimes had too much to drink on account of that.
Edit: ((sheesh, can't even spell improved right....))
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