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inthesteel (inthesteel) wrote in makebelievelog,
@ 2012-10-13 22:28:00

Entry tags:

ickle anakin skywalker, piotr rasputin

Who: Piotr Rasputin and ickle Anakin Skywalker
What: A disoriented arrival
When: October 13th - Evening
Where: Begins in Piotr's new room, then the castle hallways
Rating/Warnings: TBD, but mentions of guns.
Status: Closed/Completed

The loud rapport of automatic gun fire rang in Piotr's ears, even though the sound had already ceased. Was he dead? In his experience with guns, the people who shot them tended to fire them for longer than the split-second he had heard. He slowly opened his eyes, the view that filled them staggering him for a moment. He tried to recoil from the sudden change in scenery, but found himself frozen in place, unable to move. Panic filled his heart, until he remembered that, though he was somewhere else, he was still 'armored up' and that was what was preventing him from moving.

The hard silver of his skin melted away to warm flesh, and Piotr tilted his head to the side, the result being a satisfied popping of the vertebrae in his neck. He glanced down at himself, eyes searching for any signs of injury to himself or damage to his clothing. His shirt and pants appeared whole and he couldn't see any wounds on his body. That was strange in and of itself, wasn't it? He supposed it was no more strange than suddenly being in such a sumptuously decorated room. He wondered again if he was dead as his fingers brushed against the rich fabrics of the window dressings. Being the son of a poor Russian farmer, there were few times in Piotr's life where he had seen such opulence. He imagined that heaven would also have such opulence and the same comforting energy that he felt in this place.

Piotr wasn't a believer in the afterlife, but he supposed that there was a possibility that the afterlife didn't care if he believed in it or not. Dead or not, heaven or not, Piotr had to admit to himself that wherever he was, he was in a much better place than on the receiving end of a hail of bullets from an arms deal gone bad.

As he scanned the room, Piotr's eyes fell on the small note next to the phone and currency. He read the note, brow pinching in dissatisfaction. It was certainly not what he was expecting from heaven, to say the least. He pocketed the note, cash, and phone and walked to the door. His large fingers traced the lines of the wood as he contemplated what could be on the other side. What if this was merely a waiting room, and he was dead? Well, he thought, in that case there is no harm in going through. Curiosity outweighing the little trepidation he felt, Piotr walked over to the door and pulled it open. The hall outside his room was equally as inviting and well-furnished as the room itself.

He closed the door quietly behind him and started down the hallway, making a special note of the number on his room so that he could find his way back. Dead or not, maybe he'd find something or someone with answers. As he walked down the hallway, his eyes tracked all the stunning details of a space far beyond anything he could imagine.

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inthesteel
2012-10-14 09:16 am UTC (link)

Piotr, lost in his own amazement of the castle, would have likely barreled over the small boy. Fortunately the young boy had noticed him and stepped aside. A quizzical look crossed the Russian's features as he looked first at the boy, then at the small light riddled container that was following him under its own power.

Aware of his own size, Piotr stepped back as well and knelt so that he didn't tower over the smaller child. He wasn't well versed in dealing with children. They were not a common feature in the mob. He didn't want to frighten him.

"It is okay. I was not paying attention to where I was walking," he said quietly. Though he had an excellent grasp of the English language because of his years in America, his words were still lightly colored by the accent of his mother country. He did find it strange that there would be a child and something that he'd never seen before in his version of heaven. Perhaps it meant something in his subconscious. Or perhaps, even more crazily, it meant that he wasn't actually dead, but rather somewhere much stranger.

"Is that your... toy?" The last word's hesitancy stemmed from Piotr's searching for the right word.

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justasmallfry
2012-10-14 12:43 pm UTC (link)

While the man’s accent was strong it didn’t throw Anakin off for more than a second. He was used to myriad different accents by now, the Temple having so many Jedi from all corners of the galaxy. Because it was simply expected of him he had learned quickly to tune his ear well.

What did make the wrinkles on his forehead appear and his brow darken was the use of the label ‘toy’ for R2-D2.

“He’s not a toy,” he said boldly, less afraid of this imposing man than perhaps he should be.

R2-D2 echoed and magnified that indignation by hooting and rocking on his wheels. But Anakin put a hand on the droid’s dome to stead him. Anakin knew he shouldn’t be rude, even if his first response was to be so. He’d run into this sentiment before, not everyone viewed mechanics the same way he did, though it was hard for him to grasp why. He knew he had a special Force-given knack for mechanics, but he still thought most people at least viewed them as valuable as he did.

After a few more twoodles that Anakin knew meant the droid was hardly over the insult (accidental though it may have been on the man’s part), R2-D2 stopped moving and remained silent. Anakin eyed the way the light reflected off the R2’s primary photoreceptor, he would almost say it seemed as if the droid was ‘narrowing his eyes’ at the man. If a droid could even do such a thing.

“He’s an astromech droid,” Anakin explained. “He’s as much of a toy as you or I are.”

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inthesteel
2012-10-14 06:26 pm UTC (link)

Piotr smiled at the boy's response. It wasn't a giddy smile though, but rather one that seemed to accompany a memory or longing. For the briefest of moments, he was back home on the farm, his sister Illyana obstinately insisting that her make-believe friend was real, much to his 'much wiser' eight-year-old insistence to the contrary.

"I am sorry, little one," he finally said. "To you too," he offered toward the droid, not because he actually believed it was a sentient being, but because Anakin believed it was, and he didn't want an angry youngster screaming down the halls.

"My name is Piotr. I believe that I am new to this place, wherever it may be." His tone was more like Anakin was a little adult now than it had been at first. Children grew up quickly in Russia, and Piotr saw no reason to assume that this one here wasn't the same.

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justasmallfry
2012-10-15 01:59 am UTC (link)

Anakin wasn’t sure how sorry the man actually was, but whatever misgivings the Force may be highlighting for him they weren’t strong premonitions for either good or ill. So Anakin accepted the man at his word. He’d long since learned before entering the rolls of the Temple adults rarely liked having their motives questioned. He wasn’t looking to pick a fight, unafraid though he may be, he could accurately deduce a fight with this man left him at a blaringly obvious disadvantage.

R2-D2’s next beep sounded more like a burb, which Anakin knew meant the droid was unmoved, but, thankfully, the droid remained silent after that. An indication R2 wouldn’t put up anymore protest.

“I’m Anakin,” Anakin offered, “And this is Artoo.”

Anakin still had much of the kindness and willingness to assist anyone and everyone unconditionally Master Qui Gon had noticed in him years before back on Tatooine. Having only been at the Temple for less than three years, he’d yet to re-focus that compassion in the manner the Order and his masters expected of him. Though Piotr had made a mistake in his identification of R2, Anakin saw no reason to not explain this place as he understood it to this new arrival.

“You’re in the Land of Make Believe. The planet you’re on is called Imagination. If you leave the castle and go that way,” he pointed east, “you’ll be in the city called New Creandi. You’ve been kidnapped, like the rest of us. And you can’t go back home until they send you home.” And then he added, “Sorry,” because some people found this new upsetting.

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inthesteel
2012-10-15 02:14 am UTC (link)

"Oh."

Piotr stood to his feet. The boy didn't seem like he was lying. The boy also was talking to a lighted cylindrical... thing like it was a person moments earlier, so Piotr didn't exactly know what to think about the boy's apparent sincerity. Still though, would he have believed the boy if he'd told him something else?

The thought process wrinkled the large Russian's brow. He scanned the hallway a couple of times before looking back down at Anakin. Mild confusion and disbelief were clearly on Piotr's face, and he attempted to blink it all away before speaking again.

"Well... Thank you for the information. I suppose, I will keep walking around then." He almost added unless 'they' don't want me to, but thought better of it. He glanced at the 'droid' warily one more time before addressing Anakin again.

"It was good to meet you."

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justasmallfry
2012-10-15 12:36 pm UTC (link)

Anakin blinked at the man’s reaction to this place. Most newcomers responded to being told they were kidnapped to a ridiculously named place with audible objection and disbelief, or with more questions. Of course, most newcomers were introduced to the wackiness of this place by adults, not children. This was not the first time Anakin’s words had been dismissed, and he had resigned himself long before his encounter to the fact it wouldn’t be the last. Not for a long while yet, he knew, but he looked forward to that day when others did believe him with his whole being. Someday, he knew they wouldn’t ignore him and his abilities.

But he was in the here and now, and he could definitely tell a dismissal when he heard one. That was one of the most common reactions his masters had to him, that and unending sighs of disapproval.

“It was good to meet you, too,” he said with a nod, “good luck. Uh… well, if you want food, you can go down that way to the dining hall they might still be serving dinner.” He pointed in the direction the dining hall would be.

He knew not to waste the man’s time any more than he had and turned to R2, striking out in the direction he’d intended when he’d crossed paths with the man. The droid rolled into place at the boy’s side.

“Last time Luke took me to the junk yard,” the boy started up, chatting with the droid right where he’d left off, “I think I saw some vehicle engines that could be converted…” The droid picked up twittering, too and they carried on their conversation.

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inthesteel
2012-10-16 03:46 am UTC (link)

Piotr stepped aside so that the pair could continue on their way, their conversation picking up seemingly exactly where they'd left off. He watched them for a while, hand rubbing the back of his neck. Land of Make Believe? It seemed just a bit too farfetched. Still though, there was something to the way that the kid just rattled it off matter-of-factly, not like a child playing pretend, but rather like someone just informing someone else of something they should already know. It did also fit with small note in his room. Maybe he shouldn't dismiss the idea too quickly, at least not until he had time do maybe explore some more.

His stomach gurgled loudly in the relative quiet of the hallway. The little Anakin had said that there was food 'that' way? He stuck his hands in his pockets and started walking in the direction the young man had pointed. Maybe things would make sense with food in his belly.

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