Bastila Shan (bastilathegray) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-08-30 17:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | bastila shan, charles beckendorf |
Who: Bastila Shan and Charles Beckendorf
What: Bastila needs a sword, and Thalia gave her a lead
Where: The Stables
When: Friday, August 30th, afternoon
Rating: G-PG.
Status: In progress
This place, this Storybrooke Maine, was truly strange. The jarring dislocation the portal had provided her with had been bad enough, but the fact that she and Revan now shared considerable incongruities in their evident place in time? That had been incredibly difficult for her. He had no memory of their encounter on the Star Forge, or the subsequent act for which she would likely owe him for the rest of their natural life. Even with their bonded minds, the strain had become taxing and, Bastila couldn't help but see a touch more wisdom in the teachings of the council. Emotions were a complex thing indeed. She had spent most of her time, when not attempting to address that particular Bantha in the room, meditating and doing her best to stay calm and centered. She knew, with her turning away from the Dark Side still a recent event in her past, it would take work on her part to keep herself away from its slippery slope in the future. So far, she was pleased with herself, and had gradually begun to feel more comfortable with herself -- at least enough for Bastila to finally give herself the right to reach out through the bulky comlink anyway. The novelty of the events that followed, with Bastila evidently adopting one who wished to be trained in the arts of dueling, as well as the subsequent forging of a sword -- and the strangeness that came with the notion she would, indeed, not be wielding her own lightsaber -- had her running everywhere from confused, to excited, to proud, and back again. Good emotions. Things that kept her centered, focused, and made her stronger. It was that very course that had finally led Bastila out into the town of Storybrooke, possessed of purpose and motivated in direction. Bastila was dressed plainly, or what Bastila would have considered plainly at any rate. She wore her usual robes, as it wasn't like she had anything else to wear anyway, and had made short work in seeking out someone to ask for directions. Fortunately, the stables hadn't been too difficult to get directions to either. Bastila had simply asked the first person she'd seen, and quickly made her way through the route which was given to her. "Excuse me." Bastila called out, as she reached her destination. She was not quite sure where anyone might have been about and not wishing to be rude, decided that announcing herself was simply the best way to go. "I am looking for a Charles Beckendorf." Once finished, Bastila stood at a relaxed, yet dignified posture. She presumed that, given the fact this Charles had his own forge, he was likely a figure of some prestige, and Bastila did not wish to convey disrespect by appearing to be some slouch. Now she just had to hope someone was about to hear her, or else she was likely going to feel quite silly. |