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Aug 11, 2012 21:37:05 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Aug 11, 2012 21:37:05 GMT -5
Get her spirit back. Now there was a poignant way to express a sentiment. While Ervisa didn't think her literal spirit had been lost, and she still felt her soul, if she had a soul, was with her. But her spirits were low, and had been steadily shrinking.
This, this was a new hope for her. It was the chance to do what she'd wanted to, what she'd tried and failed.
But...
Ervisa's spirits shrank a little again. How to go about the task? It was daunting, a huge undertaking. To turn her whole life around for the third time? She couldn't help but feel she ws biting off more than she could chew.
Ervisa let go of the hand and sighed.
"It's late. We should go to my apartment and get inside. Then... I hope you have a few ideas. I have none."
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Aug 11, 2012 22:13:30 GMT -5
Post by Kella on Aug 11, 2012 22:13:30 GMT -5
Both Rusty and Naavechi gave Ervisa an odd look, but Naavechi had jumped to her conclusion before Rusty could stop her. It was a strange, unexpected offer. Finding a different place, Naavechi could have followed the logic there, she often forgot how dangerous the streets were. Just asking for ideas, that would have made sense, though was unexpectedly cooperative. It should have been obvious to the woman that Naavechi would have a place to stay, so... Her eyes grew wide with horror again.
"I-I want to help you, but I don't have any interest in your... your business."
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Aug 11, 2012 22:43:02 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Aug 11, 2012 22:43:02 GMT -5
Ervisa became very confused all of a sudden. Naavechi's eyes widened and her voice took on an odd tone. It was almost as if she was confused that...
Did she think the Mirialan was sexually interested in her?
But that was crazy.
"Business?" Ervisa repeated. Business. Business...
Oh.
Ervisa's eyes widened too and she shot out a reply swiftly, one geared to dispel the awkwardness that had come to such prominence. Under more favorable circumstances she might have let that misconception linger purely for the comedic effect it might have, but in this case she was desperate, and didn't want her only hope to get frightened and leave.
"No no no, I'm not coming onto you or anything," Ervisa said quickly. "I just don't think it's smart to plan anything in this alley. We should be some place safe and comfortable. Just, follow me. And try not to freak out."
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Aug 11, 2012 22:52:37 GMT -5
Post by Kella on Aug 11, 2012 22:52:37 GMT -5
Naavechi's expression quickly flooded with relief. The galaxy could be a disturbing place sometimes, but for once it was less disturbing than she'd thought.
Though, she shook her head at the woman's words. "I don't think that's a good idea. I have a hard time believing you have good instincts for a safe place. I'm renting a room at the March, the lobby there is nice."
"And safe," Rusty chimed in. "Even the Mercs are afraid of Madame Bousse."
Despite his chipper tone, the Graarl had reservations. This seemed too easy. The woman was too quick to cooperate, too quick to talk of 'plans', too quick to trust Naavechi. Rusty was as new to this culture as Naavechi, but he was smart. Perceptive. Graarl's saw every inch of every person with microscopic detail, and Rusty knew the way the addicts cringed away from light, saw the desperation in their eyes, but even more disturbing the defiance, the 'Don't judge me' set of their mouths.
He hoped this Ervisa was just young and naive and scared, not preying on Naavechi's willingness to help. Because if she was, by the seas Rusty would make sure she ended up dead.
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Aug 11, 2012 23:20:25 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Aug 11, 2012 23:20:25 GMT -5
Ervisa's eyes darted between the two companions again, and their refusal to come to her apartment suddenly raised fear and doubt in her mind. What if these people were playing her, trying to gain her confidence and then wreak some havoc upon her when she was alone with them in a strange hotel room?
The Mirialan shifted her weight nervously and ran through her options in silence.
If they were telling the truth, as she fervently hoped and naively had believed without question, then she stood to benefit greatly by turning her life around. If she was wrong...
Well, the most dangerous and obvious possibility was that she'd be kidnapped and sold as a prize to some unscrupulous person. Maybe even the Hutts. And since her lightsaber was at home, she'd be reliant on her hands alone, and they were out of practice.
If only her head had been all the way clear, she would have been able to read these two with the Force and discern whether they meant well or ill, but she couldn't. Not now, and she hadn't been able to for weeks.
Ervisa gritted her jaw and took a look at her options. Only one stood out.
"I have to grab my things. I'll meet you at your hotel in an hour."
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Aug 11, 2012 23:33:40 GMT -5
Post by Kella on Aug 11, 2012 23:33:40 GMT -5
"Alright," Naavechi said, "We'll be in the lobby."
As Ervisa walked off, she gave Rusty a look that said 'What do you make of that?' His expression replied, You're the one that signed up for this, and he provided no further help.
Naavechi's outlook was hopeful as she sat in the hotel lobby, fidgeting, enduring Rusty's periodic reminders that they'd likely never see the woman again. It didn't really matter. Nor did the woman's true motivations matter, because helping her was not a matter of charity it was a matter of duty. The Nihran exiled their Moortes, their broken warriors. But that did not mean they hated them. Most Nihrani, upon encountering a Moorte offworld, would try desperately to restore their spirit. To fight for another as they fought for themselves.
These other species, they hid their spirits, hid both their darkness and their brightness. It was not something they could control, so Naavechi could not hold it against them, but she did not like it. Ervisa owed her, in a way. She felt obligated to do what she could to turn that debt around. Though it seemed as if Ervisa had been waiting eagerly for someone to do just that.
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Aug 12, 2012 13:02:16 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Aug 12, 2012 13:02:16 GMT -5
Ervisa made it safely to her apartment in record time, and assembled what items she cared to keep. They went into her backpack, and her one remaining set of clothing from before her fall went onto her.
By far the longest process was the most overdue, a symbol of her return.
Ervisa's long, black hair was braided again, and fell down over her left shoulder. Her pistol was long since sold, but her lightsaber went into a utility pocket on her pants, within easy access. Just in case.
The Mirialan woman looked in a mirror, and saw a reflection of herself from happier days. It actually brought a smile to her face. She was going to get that back.
No. She was going to get better. She was going to amount to something again, to regain that spirit.
Ervisa Therani rushed to the hotel lobby, and entered with a sense of optimism mixed with fear.
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