[closed] jedi jump time

[merging]

WHO: Ezra and Cecelia
WHERE: Heropa #002
WHEN: After Ezra's back
WHAT: A not so great reunion
WARNINGS: N/A


[It takes him just a bit to find his new place, as he really hasn't spent much time in Heropa. Before he lived in De Chima and was in Maurtia Falls to see Kanan and the others, so this is... different. It's nice, though, and if he's honest, he doesn't mind the change.

Of course, when he does find his new residence, he obviously notices that very fancy balcony before anything else. Kinda looks like something you might find on Naboo or Alderaan, he thinks, not that he's ever been to a planet like that. But how cool is it that his house gets this weird balcony! He's gotta check it out. It should be fine to enter from there, right? Since the balcony must belong to everyone in the house and he lives there too...

At least, that's what he thinks as he force-jumps his way up there.]

Comments

[adamantlyardent]

[Cecelia shouldn't have to know better or expect some lunatic boy to just leap onto her balcony the way Ezra does, even if Wolfwood has already been a weirdo next door and loomed over to fiddle with the planter on the edge of the rail once before, setting a precedent for Boys Who Intrude. really, she shouldn't! this isn't like, normal behavior at all!

it's why she is not at all prepared for a boy to land right in the middle of her painting her toenails on the charming swinging chair Darin had installed for her. the rush of sound is what staggers her brush stroke, and the sight of him gives her such a fright that really, the only thing one can do is--]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!

[--and, you know, amidst little electrical sparks of alarm, just straight up launch her nail polish, foot stool, and a nearby towel in Ezra's general direction as she scrambles backward in terror.

he has little to fear from impact besides the color: she has no throwing arm.]

[merging]

[Lucky for Cecelia- well, actually lucky for Ezra - he's a Jedi and out of instinct he holds his hands up in a stopping motion, and everything... floats. Just floats in the air. There are even little drops of nail polish that would've hit him if they weren't suspended mid-air right now.

And then everything falls straight down, so luckily he isn't hit? Yay.

But he does yell back because okay, this is very surprising for him too!]

... Sorry! I-I didn't notice you there! I just thought...

[He didn't. He didn't think.]

[adamantlyardent]

You-! You absolute beast! [she is in the process of scrambling her feet up onto her seat, her eyes wide and her face hot.] What kind of person just--just does that?! What are you trying to do?! Are you a brigand?! Are you--?!

[she blinks a few times, frozen in place.

wait.

this guy's face is...familiar...]

... Poetry boy...?!

[merging]

[Don't mind him brushing himself off and kneeling down to pick up a few things. It's the least he can do to show that he's not a beast or a brigand.

ALSO it's the face and not the psychic powers, Cece????]

Yeah, but I do have a name.

[Ezra replaces the lid to the nail polish then holds it out to her.]

And what I was trying to do, was get to my room. Since I live here.

[adamantlyardent]

[of course it's the face, her memory has priorities, you know! the recollection that he also did creepy mind-tricks on unsuspecting people comes second, if only to bolster the fear welled up in her that's got her coiled up in her seat like some frightened and angry cat.

incredulous:] You--what? No you don't! I've been here the whole time, I'd have noticed!

[merging]

[He shrugs]

I'm moving in today. I got ported out again, but this time they gave me a new address? Which happens to be here.

[adamantlyardent]

[her ear twitches.]

And so you...you decide to...not just. Knock on the door? Not assume other people live here? [an indignant, sputtered scoff; she'd rather be angry than scared, so she's trying!] Yo-you've been here before, you can't have forgotten even some manners!

[she scowls down at the nail polish now pooling onto the floor.] And now the floor is ruined! Thanks a lot! You absolute jerk!

[merging]

I thought it'd be fine! The balcony's just another door!

[As much as he feels bad about the nail polish, it also... isn't his fault. He thinks.]

Hey, you're the one who threw it at me!

[adamantlyardent]

Because you scared the daylights out of me! [she huffs, then sniffles. gods, is she going to cry? she refuses to cry.

she might cry.]

Another door, indeed...! Well, not in this house, thank you!

[merging]

I said I was sorry!

[Karabast, is she crying? He actually does feel bad about startling her, so he lowers his voice, hoping he'll sound a little more sincere.]

I am sorry. So... for future reference, this just goes to your room, right?

[adamantlyardent]

[she makes a muffled, affirmative sound, fidgeting to sit properly in her seat once more, hugging her arms tightly to herself all the same. being weak and weepy is irritating, but it's hard to really keep up stamina when one is so very explosive up-front.]

Yes. You...you probably have Legosi's old room.

[a long beat.

a sniff.]

...You might want to take a vacuum to it.

[all that wolf hair...it's been months, and the house may never truly be free of it all.]