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MCA #4, Sunday Night
Dec. 20th, 2015 11:14 pmIt had been a long day.
It had been a very long weekend, actually, so don't mind Atton if he burst into his apartment and started rummaging around for some kolto patches right away. He figured Sparkle was at the party thing anyway, and damn, he had to keep his shields locked up tight not to let the worst of the island slip into his head.
He wasn't that great at shield control was it was.
So he ignored the imagery: Mira encased by explosions, Mical with a hole in his head, Visas on the ground on some volcano planet somewhere. Whatever, island. You do your thing.
"Atton.."
He paused, hands still well into the medic's bag. "No," he said flatly.
"The prisoner holds the darkness at bay," Meetra whispered, "He will be lost inside it for three hundred years. His strength will fail. Then he will--"
"No," he repeated, holding up his hand, palm-first. "We're not... we're not doing this Jedi thing, I'm not, I don't-- don't make this about somebody else. You're around often enough, I just-- please don't."
"Atton," she repeated.
He sighed. She vanished. It was worse.
[[ can be open. some of meetra's words stolen from star wars: the old republic. ]]
It had been a very long weekend, actually, so don't mind Atton if he burst into his apartment and started rummaging around for some kolto patches right away. He figured Sparkle was at the party thing anyway, and damn, he had to keep his shields locked up tight not to let the worst of the island slip into his head.
He wasn't that great at shield control was it was.
So he ignored the imagery: Mira encased by explosions, Mical with a hole in his head, Visas on the ground on some volcano planet somewhere. Whatever, island. You do your thing.
"Atton.."
He paused, hands still well into the medic's bag. "No," he said flatly.
"The prisoner holds the darkness at bay," Meetra whispered, "He will be lost inside it for three hundred years. His strength will fail. Then he will--"
"No," he repeated, holding up his hand, palm-first. "We're not... we're not doing this Jedi thing, I'm not, I don't-- don't make this about somebody else. You're around often enough, I just-- please don't."
"Atton," she repeated.
He sighed. She vanished. It was worse.
[[ can be open. some of meetra's words stolen from star wars: the old republic. ]]
