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Post by Jorunn Grimsdottir on Jun 8, 2010 8:10:51 GMT -5
She smiles, recalling faint childhood memories of happier times, when her father's manic obsession with dismantling things had actually been somewhat productive, in that he had built her things....everything from toys to beautiful timepieces.
"If you know about that hobby, then I would say you know him very well, too."
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Post by Jet Almeara on Jun 8, 2010 8:29:09 GMT -5
"More then a few droids paid the ultimate price in making me aware of that penchant" She admitted with a small laugh "But I didn't mind really, he seemed to enjoy it and I'd be lying if I said I haven't benefited from it over the years" Not that she had kept Taaru around only for the technology he'd helped create. Far from it - but that hardly seemed like it needed explaining. She wouldn't have stayed here if he was just another pawn in Corellia's game.
"I know him well from the time we met onwards but anything before that is a bit of a mystery, though this trip has shed a bit of light"
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Post by Jorunn Grimsdottir on Jun 8, 2010 8:34:25 GMT -5
"And by that, you mean me?"
There wasn't really any point in subtlety here. She was aware that Taaru hadn't told any of his Corellian associates about her, for reasons of his own. And she got the distinct feeling that Jet was just a bit curious.
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Post by Jet Almeara on Jun 8, 2010 9:24:09 GMT -5
'Among other things" Jet agreed and while she wasn't sure just why Taaru had kept Jorunn a secret she had to assume he had his reasons for doing so. Perhaps it was not so much a secret as it had just never come up - they hardly stood around discussing personal matters on a regular things basis.
"I was unaware for instance just how strongly your culture views force users, with only your father - and a very brief meeting with Miko - to judge by, I had painted a vastly different picture. But yes...you were certainly one of the larger surprises"
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Post by Jorunn Grimsdottir on Jun 8, 2010 13:05:38 GMT -5
"Our views vary," she says matter-of-factly, referring to her culture, "it really depends on our familiarity with the Gifted."
The hint of mischievous smile crosses her face.
"However, I think that if you gave it some thought, you'd find that what you see as an extreme view regarding the Gifted is actually the standard for the galaxy....and not necessarily right this instant, with the Alliance swinging back towards suspicion."
Ever her buir's dalyc'ad, she would have others consider alternate views until they gave up or broke down into existential crises. She knew, from instruction and experience, that just about everything was mutable, and very little fit neatly into binary hierarchies.
"I am interested to know, however, what this prematurely painted picture was...."
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Post by Jet Almeara on Jun 8, 2010 14:02:23 GMT -5
"The Alliance has had some help turning in that direction, and if they continue it might prove troublesome rather then irritating but there is truth in your statement - I've lived most of my life within groups that were majority Force Users, first with the Jedi..then with the DJO, the Corellians I expect are more tolerant then others given our help in freeing them from the vong, but The DJO is a dying breed and it is only recently I find myself in situations where I am working with people suspicious of my abilities, so it is extreme to me but perhaps normal to most" Jet shrugged slightly, such was life - an onwards march of change you couldn't stop, you either worked with it or drowned in it. Jet was trying very hard not to drown but some things were harder to adjust to then others. Being regarded as something akin to a freak rather then an appreciated strength was one of these things.
"I suppose I assumed something more common in the galaxy - a culture where old things and ways are generally forgotten or trampled on by younger generations. Many cultures who go through the things your people have are just assimilated into others - or assimilate the ways of other cultures into their own as a means to survive. But you have managed to hang on to who you are and that if nothing else is admirable - even if you do resemble Mandalorians in many ways - who have caused me no end of troubles whenever they are around."
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Jun 8, 2010 14:30:24 GMT -5
Her body jerked with the ring, jolting her awake. It took a moment to realize it was her door making this noise before she sprung out of bed to open it.
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Post by The Thruvarans on Jun 8, 2010 18:23:23 GMT -5
The lock cycles and cracks open. A surprised Miko, dressed in a casual flight uniform, turns to face her.
"Oh, you're here. Took you long enough," he says, grinning.
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Jun 8, 2010 18:26:18 GMT -5
She could feel her breath catch in her throat for a moment as she reciprocated his grin. She sometimes forgot what he looked like in a uniform, and in person it was...a little disarming.
"I, uh... I was sleeping..."
She bit the corner of her bottom lip and moved out of the doorway to allow him inside the room.
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Post by The Thruvarans on Jun 8, 2010 18:28:27 GMT -5
He takes the hint and enters, hands behind his back, a habit drilled into him since he'd been a boy: when entering someone's domicile for the first time, keep your hands to yourself.
"Sleeping, huh? I'm surprised our taskmasters haven't found something for you to do....."
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Jun 8, 2010 18:31:03 GMT -5
She turned to press her back against the now closed door, threading her arms around her middle.
"What can I say? I'm downright unemployable."
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Post by The Thruvarans on Jun 8, 2010 18:35:10 GMT -5
"Hmmm...," he utters, non-commitally, taking the arrangement of her room in and pausing briefly to look out the viewport on the far bulkhead, before turning to her again.
"So yeah....I wanted to drop by, to let you know I've not forgotten about you or anything.....it's just been, sort of rough, with all that's been going on."
He rubs the back of his head, hoping that that didn't sound as awkward as he thought it did.
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Jun 8, 2010 18:38:34 GMT -5
She sighed softly.
"No I understand..."
She pushed herself off the door and took a couple steps forward, bridging the gap between them as she slipped her arms around his shoulders, rubbing his neck.
"Rough week at the office?"
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Post by The Thruvarans on Jun 8, 2010 18:40:56 GMT -5
This elicits a smile - the pure absurdity of comparing drudging office work with what he actually does is just too much.
Nevertheless, he can play games, too.
"Not as difficult as the home life, I hope."
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Jun 8, 2010 18:44:18 GMT -5
"Oh you know me... taking care of the kids, scrubbing the floors with a toothbrush- the usual."
There was a small pause and her voice came out a little softer.
"Any word on Taaru yet?"
Avery's eyes flicked up to view his reaction.
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