lothrat | IC Inbox - [Empatheias]

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You know, it's funny. You don't look like a Hutt to me.

[Which is to say, hey Ezra, she's seen your note, and there's a few things she needs to clean up here.]

From:

oratorical

[There's no Christmas in space, but that doesn't mean Leia hasn't heard enough of the idea here to send gifts to people important to her. Granted, there's not many people on that list here, but Ezra counts.

It's not very inspired, perhaps, and when she finds something else more appropriate, she'll be sure to send it his way, but considering Ezra had just arrived this month and she only expects things to get colder, something more practical is what he gets. Ezra gets a pair of gloves, a hat, and a scarf, all well-made, to carry him through the winter season.]

From:

oratorical

[Valentine's may not be a thing in space, either, but Leia doesn't mind doing something small for it to show she appreciates the people she's closest to here. So around Valentine's, Ezra will find a box filled with wrapped chocolates waiting for him. Unfortunately, it contains more than just chocolate.

When Ezra pops the box open, he'll be met with a flurry of glitter escaping the box, since every spare crack in the box was stuffed with tiny red, pink, and silver glitter. It's only proper payback, you see. And at least he gets chocolate out of it. Because Leia is hardly ashamed of this lovely gift, there's even a card with her name attached to it.]

From:

oratorical

[Ezra, being one of Leia's closest friends here, is someone Leia is always pleased to spend time with. So his offer to hang out for the day--walk around the city and get something to eat before stopping by his place--is one she doesn't hesitate to accept. Especially now that Ezra's accepted (or at least seems to have accepted) that she doesn't want to be a Jedi and doesn't seem to be pushing that point anymore.

She's comfortable enough around Ezra that she doesn't feel any pressure to try and fill up time with smalltalk, instead just sitting in silence with him for now, her attention on whatever food they've picked up.]

From:

sithkabobed

[The past few days remain nothing but a blur of muffled noises and glimpses of color and light, and as Qui-Gon's eyes flutter open for the umpteenth time, he finds himself reviewing what he knows before unconsciousness claims him again.]

[He remembers Anakin carrying him to the medical center, with an anxious Ezra never leaving his side. He remembers panicked voices and skeptical healers as they wheeled him away. From there, he can recall moments of pain, subsequent relief, and finally... nothing. At that moment, he thought he'd died, that his fate had finally arrived and although he'd been taught his entire life to embrace that instant and his newfound place as one with the Force, he couldn't bring himself to accept it. The very idea of leaving Ezra behind like this... it hurt. It hurt to know that making the ultimate sacrifice for his son would only cause more pain and suffering. He'd known the consequences of his decision at the time of Obi-Wan's final blow, but that didn't change the pangs striking at his heart.]

[But the fact that they struck in the first place, and that they would continue over the next couple of days, meant he was still alive. That meant he could rest and get better.]

[Healers visited him on and off during that time, cleaning his wound and changing its dressing while checking on the breathing mask covering his face. Qui-Gon remembers that, too. He also remembers how they whispered about a boy who wouldn't leave no matter what they said or did. He has no doubts as to the identity of said boy, and as his gaze shifts to scan the room, sure enough, Ezra is sitting there. He's clearly seen better days, but he's there.]

[Qui-Gon smiles, any threats of slipping back to sleep fading away and replaced by willpower. He doesn't trust himself to speak just yet--not with his throat so dry--so he settles for the next best thing: lifting a hand to gently brush against Ezra's. Meanwhile, his right arm lays uselessly across his chest, held in a sling for obvious reasons.]

Edited Date: 2017-08-27 12:15 pm (UTC)

From:

sithkabobed

[When Qui-Gon assigns lessons, no matter the circumstance, he expects them to be seen through. So when Ezra doesn't show up for today's training (for very obvious reasons), he takes it upon himself to lumber on over to the teenager's humble abode.]

[He checks for the boy's presence before knocking on the door, folding his arms neatly into the sleeves of his cloak as he calls out.]

Ezra, it's Qui-Gon. I know you're there.

[His tone, all things considered, is mild. So Ezra has that going for him, at least.]

From:

sithkabobed

Qui-Gon would never describe himself as a flirt. Charismatic, maybe, but most definitely not a flirt. So it isn’t his fault that there’s a particular shopkeeper who seems to have taken a fancy to him. Or that this certain shopkeeper likes to keep him updated on all the local gossip.

And it is, without a doubt, not his fault that this week’s gossip includes a story about a middle-aged man whose animals had been spooked by a young teenager with blue-black hair. What Qui-Gon will take responsibility for is how he pressed sweet Maribel for some extra information, and what he plans to do with it. He doesn’t make it apparent—Maribel doesn’t need to know she may have gotten that boy into trouble—but the news doesn’t make him happy.

Far from it.

As Qui-Gon makes his way home, the ground along his path muddies with a drizzle and the grass bends from the force of the wind trailing behind him. He takes a deep and calming breath before he opens the door and steps inside, immediately calling the resident teenage boy’s name.

“Ezra, meet me in the kitchen.”

That’s where he’ll find all six and a half feet (give or take a couple of inches) of Qui-Gon Jinn standing and waiting, arms crossed.

Edited Date: 2017-11-13 05:49 pm (UTC)

From:

empc

[ When Ezra wakes, he will find that his crystal is glowing! His emotion drops for the month of Octha have resonated with Empatheias' giant crystal, and a reaction has been formed.

By his feet, he will find a wooden toy plane - his name carved on one of the wings. Upon touching it, he will feel that he should pull a prank on somebody else soon, but the idea quickly fades away.

(Thank you for submitting to the Emotion Tracker!) ]

Edited Date: 2017-11-25 03:50 am (UTC)

From:

empc

[ When Ezra wakes, he will find that his crystal is glowing! His emotion drops for the month of Ennea have resonated with Empatheias' giant crystal, and a reaction has been formed.

He may not be able to move his feet right away and he might even find himself constricted. It's because he wakes up within a blanket bundle. It's a mermaid blanket!

(Thank you for submitting to the Emotion Tracker!) ]

From:

misplacesfriends

[Ezra will receive a handwritten note ("This entitles you to one sandwich from a restaurant on me. - Finn") and a small box containing this bracelet.]

Edited Date: 2018-01-01 11:39 pm (UTC)

From:

oratorical

[Inside a neatly-wrapped box (with a note showing it's from Leia), Ezra will find a neat pot with a cluster of starflowers planted inside. Ezra will probably recognize them as the flowers he and Usagi helped to grow to give to Leia at her wedding, and it's that exact reason that Leia thought it appropriate to share them with Ezra now as a gift.]

From:

oratorical

[Leia isn't one to forget a friend's birthday, or whatever date it is they choose to celebrate their birthday on, in the case of their time in Verens. Calendars are a strange thing.

Either way, at some point in the day, Ezra will have a box of a few cupcakes, each with "happy birthday" on them delivered to Jedi House. Whether he catches Leia in the act, or finds them later, they're all for Ezra to decide what to do with.]

From:

oratorical

[There's a lot going on in Leia's life lately, to say the least, and most of it is something she can't do anything about. She can't instantly heal her arm, she can't make Ben any less of a trainwreck, and she can't help but worry about what happened with Luke and about the repercussions Ben is sure to experience.

But there is, at least, one thing that's been bothering her that she can deal with now.]

Ezra, can we talk?

From:

lostapprentice

Despite how busy Kylo Ren has made himself over the past month, he hasn't forgotten about a particular important issue he has with a certain young Force-sensitive. Oh, no. He simply waits until a day where his project has come to a standstill, in need of things other than what he can provide.

It's that day that he seeks out Ezra Bridger, searching his senses until he locates the particular signature of the boy who'd so rudely cut him off from the explanation he'd deserved.

It's when Ezra is checking on his daisies in the park that the dark caped figure finally approaches, leaving ashy footsteps in his wake. As if there wasn't enough black on him today, there are dark circles under his eyes that are only accentuated by his cold, clearly displeased stare. Those flowers may be in danger if the inevitable conversation takes place nearby...

[ooc: lmk if this is cool!]

From:

dreamsandtea

Ezra? [It feels odd to use his first name, but D thinks he might prefer it over Mister Bridger?]

I have a bit of a problem on my hands and I wonder if you would be willing to help?

From:

oratorical

So. How's Neera?

[the gentle teasing tone to her voice is impossible to hide, even if she wanted to. She's obligated to tease him a little about this, okay.]

From:

sithkabobed

[It took a while (literal years) to coax it out of the local Padawan, but Qui-Gon finally got Ezra's birthday. His real birthday.]

[And it's a big one, too. Eighteen years of a hard, challenging life deserved something special in turn.]

[So when Qui-Gon calls Ezra into their living room, he's holding a small bag in his hand. It's unassuming, much like nearly everything else the Jedi brings to the table, but there are a couple of special things inside.]

[And, of course, there's a cake in the kitchen. Because there's no way they're going to have a birthday without cake.]

From:

sithkabobed

[Over the couple of weeks since Ezra's return, a certain equilibrium has managed to settle itself around Qui-Gon's life in Empatheias. Still, there's a foreboding feeling that's nagging at the back of his mind, almost like there's a whisper in the Force that's trying to break through a thick fog clouding his senses.]

[He's not sure what he can do to lift it, though. Or, perhaps, he does have an idea, and he simply refuses to.]

[Regardless of its cause, Qui-Gon has to find a way to overcome it. Speaking with Ezra helps, sure, but it's all been lighthearted, surface level conversation that, although peppered with some information from the holocrons, never went any deeper than exchanges that only held as much of an impact as words without complete context could.]

[But perhaps there's something that Qui-Gon can offer Ezra. Something bigger. He hadn't spoken about this to anybody before, at least, not anyone who didn't already know what he had uncovered. Mostly to avoid false hope or fueling unbridled ambition. Maybe now is the time to change that policy.]

[Qui-Gon knocks at Ezra's door.]

Ezra, are you free?

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