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thatwaslucky) wrote2020-08-19 04:12 am
thatwaslucky) wrote2020-08-19 04:12 am
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MCA #1- way too damn early Wednesday
Rey woke with a start, the images in her head still fresh and vivid. It wasn't even anything she wasn't used to. That first vision she'd ever had had revived the memory of yelling as she watched that ship leave with her parents on it, Unkar Plutt tugging her away by the arm like it wasn't worth watching somehow. It was something she'd seen in dreams since then, but it had always been like the vision. She'd always been watching her smaller self, taking in the detail around her. This had been like being there, reliving the terror of that moment, a feeling she'd forgotten and wished she could again.
She sighed and took a moment to calm herself, rolling over like that change would somehow get back to sleep, but she didn't feel settled at all. In fact, she was pretty sure she wasn't alone.
It was part Jedi instinct, maybe, but probably more the fact that Rey has spent most of her life living alone and knowing that if anything got in there with you then you were in for a fight. She pulled her lightsaber to her hand from the table next to the bed, igniting it and spotting a long face in the corner, just out of reach of the blue glow. She stared at it, and it stared at her, and when she moved closer, it dissipated into thin air.
For a moment she waited to see if anything else would happen. Maybe it was nothing. A trick of the light. Maybe the nightmare wasn't quite over yet and had morphed into something weirder. Except that draining, dark thing she'd been feeling since she woke up hadn't gone away. So she walked down out to the living room, lightsaber at her side, fully expecting something to jump out at her. (Maybe the horror movie the other night had been a bad idea.)
It wasn't that anything jumped out. But she caught just a shadow of something. Her first reaction was to Force-shove the weapons cabinet toward it noisily, scraping against the floor and shaking the weapons inside, like the overdramatic version of squishing a spider with a book in your room late at night, though her intent was to incapacitate it rather than kill it. It didn't work. When Rey saw it moving across the room instead, she whipped her lightsaber at it, using the Force to throw it at the creature in an arc before pulling her weapon back to her hand.
It vanished again mid-motion, and Rey did the thing she would have done if she was thinking clearly to begin with, and moved her hand to flick on the lights from where she was standing. Of course, between the adrenaline and general lack of focus, it meant she turned on all the lights in the apartment at once. Once her eyes adjusted… there was nothing. No creature. The weird feeling was gone, mostly. Maybe she had just been out of it? Maybe if she told herself that enough she'd believe it?
[Had this in my head since the announcement went up. Open if the neighbor wants to wtf at her!]
She sighed and took a moment to calm herself, rolling over like that change would somehow get back to sleep, but she didn't feel settled at all. In fact, she was pretty sure she wasn't alone.
It was part Jedi instinct, maybe, but probably more the fact that Rey has spent most of her life living alone and knowing that if anything got in there with you then you were in for a fight. She pulled her lightsaber to her hand from the table next to the bed, igniting it and spotting a long face in the corner, just out of reach of the blue glow. She stared at it, and it stared at her, and when she moved closer, it dissipated into thin air.
For a moment she waited to see if anything else would happen. Maybe it was nothing. A trick of the light. Maybe the nightmare wasn't quite over yet and had morphed into something weirder. Except that draining, dark thing she'd been feeling since she woke up hadn't gone away. So she walked down out to the living room, lightsaber at her side, fully expecting something to jump out at her. (Maybe the horror movie the other night had been a bad idea.)
It wasn't that anything jumped out. But she caught just a shadow of something. Her first reaction was to Force-shove the weapons cabinet toward it noisily, scraping against the floor and shaking the weapons inside, like the overdramatic version of squishing a spider with a book in your room late at night, though her intent was to incapacitate it rather than kill it. It didn't work. When Rey saw it moving across the room instead, she whipped her lightsaber at it, using the Force to throw it at the creature in an arc before pulling her weapon back to her hand.
It vanished again mid-motion, and Rey did the thing she would have done if she was thinking clearly to begin with, and moved her hand to flick on the lights from where she was standing. Of course, between the adrenaline and general lack of focus, it meant she turned on all the lights in the apartment at once. Once her eyes adjusted… there was nothing. No creature. The weird feeling was gone, mostly. Maybe she had just been out of it? Maybe if she told herself that enough she'd believe it?
[Had this in my head since the announcement went up. Open if the neighbor wants to wtf at her!]
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Luckily for Rey he had the mind to put on pants before going to knock on her door to check on her.
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She went to answer the door, still a little cautious, but at least she turned the lightsaber off before opening the door. She was keeping it in hand, though. "Hi."
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"Sorry. There was, um, something in here. I think."
Though her stupidly giant apartment also had barely anything in it and there wasn't really anywhere for it to hide.
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The weapons cabinet was in the middle of the room now. Didn't belong there.
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'Cause between the lightsaber in hand and the weapons cabinet things did not look okay.
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And not being mad.