rey (galpatine) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-01-05 20:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, luke skywalker, rey |
Who: luke & rey
Where: dance room
When: 01/01 ; Afternoon
What: The first lesson.
Status: Complete
Warnings: None.
While Luke had appeared on Life Day, which had been an amazing thing for Rey, she was very happy that they didn’t agree to meet until a week later. She had still been sorting out her feelings and while super excited to meet Luke, was aware that he’d feel all that struggle in her. On top of that, was her proclivity to lean dark when things were starting to get stressful and she had been incredibly stressed the last few weeks. Now that things had calmed down, she was able to get herself under better control. She’d be able to fully focus on him and whatever it was he needed to know from her before they could begin her training. Again. If he would have her. The initial rejection when they’d met on Anch-To was resurfacing, but this Luke was younger. He was more open and friendlier. It was before the events that led to his isolation had occurred. She could only imagine what he’d be like now. While slightly apprehensive, she was mostly excited. She was pacing the dance room. It had quite a bit of space to move around, and unlike the outside, it was warm. --- It was probably safe to say that the version of Luke Skywalker that Rey knew didn’t even exist yet. This Luke was eager to meet someone who had been his and Leia’s padawan both. He didn’t know exactly what he expected but her commentary on the communications board had been upbeat and positive so he had a good feeling. It was hard to know, exactly, of course. It was hard to get any exact pinpoints in this hotel, like something was just slightly off, but for the moment Luke was chalking it up to the fact that there were so many people in a relatively small area and they were all from different places. It made it hard to get a proper reading, but he was positive he’d get better at it. Luke already knew how to sense and seek out Han, and he wasn’t even force sensitive. Everything in due time, he supposed. He’d been here a week now, and had apparently missed the shopping excursion by only several days -- so it was his normal all-black attire for now, offset by sandy blond hair and too-blue eyes that were both eager and excited. Even if he was trying to hide it. “Rey?” He greeted once he’d stepped into the room. It was big, relatively empty. Perfect. --- At hearing her name, Rey easily turned on a heel to view the Jedi Master. The black was a far cry from the mix of tans he'd worn when she'd initially met him. He was definitely slimmer. She might have been staring. She was staring, because it was just so bizarre. Rey was most likely going to end up staring at Han when they met too. "Master Skywalker," she eventually greeted in return. She wasn't in her home attire. Instead, she was dressed in modern activewear. Black capris with a loose blue shirt, layered over a gray tank. "Sorry. You just look very different later." Her gaze shifted toward his gloved hand, noting the difference from the open jointed metallic one that had pulled off the hood on the hill. --- Luke wasn’t overly used to people staring, even now. He was a Jedi, sure, maybe one of the last of them at least until he trained Leia and found more in his own timeline, but he’d still just been a farm hand in the lawless, mostly boring terrain that was Tatooine for the first nineteen years of his life. He offered a twitch of a smile over it, unable to help himself. “Han tells me you’re all about thirty years in my future. I guess I would look different.” Hopefully not 900 year old Yoda different but -- well. Old was old, he supposed. “Tell me about yourself, Rey,” he said, posing it as a question even as he wandered further into the room, his step quite even in boots. He glanced around the room once more before sitting on the floor, more or less directly in the middle. -- "Yes. We are." It still felt odd. Everything about this place had thrown her off kilter since she'd arrived, but she'd acclimated. She wondered if he was having the same struggle, but opted to address his question instead. "My parents were junk traders who left me on the desert planet of Jakku. I come from nothing and I've had to scavenge most of my life to survive. I just found out that I could use the force after I touched this," she said, calling Anakin's lightsaber from where it had been in her bag in the corner of the room. It was then that she came to sit in front of him, feeling strange holding it and standing. She held it out, offering for him to take it. "It was in my box on Life Day..." --- It was odd, but life in general was odd some days -- much like Rey, Luke had grown up on a distant desert planet and had been wholly sure that nothing important had been in store for him for most of his youth. “I don’t think anyone comes from nothing,” he said carefully, and not just because now they were so near, he could practically feel the power radiating from her, familiar. But different. There was probably no reason to reign it all in here, but it came with practice. Luke considered the lightsaber for a moment before taking it, turning it over in his hands -- one gloved and one real flesh and blood. Either way, the ‘saber had weight to it. “Have you used this much?” He asked, although the weapon had imprints enough on it where he knew the answer well enough. It was his -- the one he’d lost with his hand in Bespin. “And have you learned to construct your own yet?” --- Rey had been told that she had a lot of power by him before, but it had slipped her mind after her last encounter with Ren. There was something incredibly diminishing about saying out loud that you were nothing. It was doubly so when you were told to do it by someone you held such a strong connection with. She watched him attentively as he took the lightsaber. She'd half expected him to toss it over his shoulder again as he had at the cliff, but he didn't. He held it. "I've used it a fair bit." She didn't know if she'd say a lot. Although what happened in Snoke's throne room felt like a lot. "I haven't learned to make one," she said after the second question. "The last time I saw this, it was in pieces. General Organa said it was all that we needed, but we hadn't put it back together yet." --- Luke couldn’t imagine saying that to anyone. No one was nothing, it didn’t really matter who your parents were or weren’t. The future wasn’t always made by the past and those who paved it new only had to have the will to do so. Rey obviously had the will. And the power. “Alright,” he said at last, turning the saber over in his hands one more time before setting it down between them. “That will be one of our lessons. Once you can take apart and rebuild this lightsaber, it’ll be your own.” Luke had his own now, after all. And it sounded like this one was serving Rey well in the future. Plus… he thought it unlikely they’d have all the correct parts and crystals here in order to build a completely new one. --- Rey's eyes rested on the lightsaber placed between them. He hadn't tossed it, which was a good sign. She didn't know why she'd expected him too when he'd been much more willing to meet with her. Then he mentioned taking it apart and rebuilding it and she looked up at him. She didn't know the difficulty level that went into doing such a task, but she'd taught herself to do many other things. She would not be intimidated by this. "I can do that." It would be hers. She'd have her own lightsaber, even if it was previously owned. "Do people usually build their own?" --- It was a fairly difficult task. Any sort of mechanics that dealt with crystals that could effectively create lasers was something that should be done with a great deal of care. There were always the chances of something going wrong to a very disastrous effect. But Luke had no doubt that Rey could do it. And if she couldn’t, all that really meant was that he wasn’t providing the right kind of guidance. “It’s considered an important part of becoming a jedi,” Luke agreed before shifting a little so that his legs were crossed underneath him, fingers folded together in his lap. He didn’t know about how he’d turned out in the future -- couldn’t possibly yet, but currently his smile was kind and his expression was eager. “Shall we begin?” |