Siri (tachisiri) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-03-09 00:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | anakin solo, siri tachi |
WHO: Siri Tachi, Anakin Solo
WHAT: The inevitable meeting and talking between two likeminded Force users
WHEN: Tuesday evening, March 8
WHERE: Rooftop garden, the complex
RATING: Low
Although she had been hiding out from most of her acquaintances for a few days, and although she was currently entirely cut off from the Force, Siri still found a lot of solace in retreating to the complex's rooftop garden for reflection. Before this... weird power switch had happened, a week earlier, she had spent quite a bit of her time on the roof, trying to hear the will of the Force, attempting to discover the reasons for why she had been brought here by the seal. Whenever her first instinct was to lash out, verbally, against those from her future, those whose viewpoints seemed so corrupt to her, she would instead head for the roof, to block it out, to try to remind herself that they were from entirely different times and perhaps had different ideals, altogether. And when Cade had told her about the upcoming Clone Wars, Siri had spent a lot more time sitting near the ledge of the roof, overlooking the city and thinking over what she had been told, coming to grips with the truth of it all without letting it overwhelm her emotional sensibilities. Still, none of that compared to the time she spent there now.
Now, Siri felt broken. Hopelessly broken. And not in any symbolic, emotional, metaphorical way that would earn exasperated eyerolls from her if someone else said it, but in a very physical, literal way. When she had woken up the day of the power swap and her head had felt as empty as it had, and everything had been still and quiet in her mind and body, she had more or less felt like a lightsaber that someone had dismantled and took the crystal from. At first she had felt a sense of dread, that this was what the Purge of her future must've felt like to those experiencing it, but soon afterward she had just felt pure frustration. It had been a week now, after all, and they were no closer to understanding what had happened, why she had woken up powerless, and why completely untrained and unlearned people had instead become sensitive to the Force. It was dangerous for everyone involved, but truthfully, Siri felt like she couldn't do anything about it. She had been taken out of the Force, a bond she had felt and honed and thrived in for as long as she could remember, and she just felt powerless and broken, without much ability to do anything for anyone here, at all.
Still, although she had spent a lot of the past week in seclusion, finding it all so difficult to deal with (and did that make her weak? she wondered it so often now..), Siri had taken notice - mostly on the boards - of some of the changes within the people she had met here. Jacen Solo, for instance, had seemed much happier - and understandably so - since he was taken out of the Force. His sister, too, seemed lighter, more prone to laughter. They had adjusted somehow, but instead of wondering aloud about it, Siri had instead come here. To this garden. In many ways, it reminded her a lot of her favorite place in the Temple. Although it really was no Room of a Thousand Fountains, the rooftop garden was peaceful and quiet, and it was easy to feel the thrum of energy of the city below - even without the Force.
Even without the Force. Siri could still connect with the life around her... if whatever spell this was couldn't be reversed, if they were forced to survive without their sensitivities and abilities, she could still survive. She was still the same person, in every other way. And perhaps, she thought suddenly, as if hitting a brick wall, in this place that was strangely reminiscent to a room she had done so much of her heavy thinking in before, perhaps things would be happier, lighter, easier for her, too. With no obligations. She could be who she wanted, think what she wanted, do what she wanted, feel what she wanted... Siri knew this was not the way for her to be thinking, but she couldn't help but wonder how she would come to adjust, too, if necessary... although at the present - lying on her back on a blanket she had brought with her to the garden, watching the dusky sky lazily - Siri definitely was not at the point where she didn't want the Force back, by any means, a sentiment she had seen expressed a couple of times which she still couldn't understand by any stretch of the imagination.