Does he always talk so...weird? Is it a Nautolan thing?
Florens took the offered seat like a school child who was running late and just—just—missed getting in after the bell. His spine stayed painfully straight and his eyes focused on his knees. Whatever a "Force sensitive" was, he guessed the old man must have meant all three of them. He was talking about the magic, right? That Florens had used to find that one woman and send the Rodian flying away...am I in trouble for that? Are there rules to this that I didn't know? Oh, oh no, am I going to get shot into the empty void of space for that, or...worse...?
Florenico was not a happy flower.
Dellig had a surprising amount of luck being where the cannon fire wasn't. What kind of rookie did they put on the big laser cannon anyway?
Evidently, the kind who subscribed to the 'if at first you don't succeed, fill space with lasers' kind, if the follow-up shot was any indication.
(Rolling [+ + + 0] + 3 for a total of +6. Apparently the solution was more dakka.)
Tull reclined in his seat and took a deep breath. He glanced at the three, the lines on his face once again betraying his age.
"You're a curious group, aren't you? One with a lifetime of training who turned his back on the code-" He pointed at Vislor. "One who started but never finished, who may have learned the code but never gained the experience to understand it-" He pointed at Neríf, then turned his head toward Florenico. "And one who feels the Force flowing through his veins, but does not understand nor properly shape it."
"And for each of you, I have an offer." He rested his head on his hand. "Guidance for the one whose dying art is needed more than ever. Training for the one who lost his teacher. Knowledge for the one who is taking the first steps on a road he does not know he's taking. And a purpose for you all."
Still not embarrassing enough to stan billionaires or tech companies.
Just a harmless giant from a foreign land.
"....I think you made them angry." Eli put in helpfully.
"You can reply to this Message!"
Vislor stares at Tull for a long moment.
"So. Speaking plainly, you want 3 more force sensitives to add to... whatever damn fool thing you're thinking about doing here." He gestures at the surrounding Republic paraphernalia. "You're going to try and bring back the Republic. Hell, maybe you think you already are the Republic." He snorts.
"And for me you think... what? That you're going to make some grand gesture? Get me back to whatever you think I used to be?" He laughs, but it's a harsh, unhappy noise. "Tull, I don't give a damn about the Code. All I want is to be left in peace, die on some forgotten rock with a drink in my hand."
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Dellig shrieked an improbable hypothesis about Eli's ancestry as she juked desperately. This was soon followed by advice that Eli either find a use for her awful laser sword mysticism thing or cease vocalizing and perform a certain exotic and, on many planets, illegal sexual act.
Pilot roll of (0-0-)+4=2. WELP.
Florenico blinked once, panic momentarily distracted when the old man started speaking. "Um, I'm not..." he started, but snapped their mouth shut as Tull continued on. Oh well.
"Force Sensitive" kept getting tossed around and right over his head. And there was a code to it? So there were rules. Rules that he might have already broken. Now there was talk about...enlisting? In what? The rebellion? That would mean more fighting! I don't want to be a part of that. Not at all. Say something, you karking coward! But what? I...I saw what that woman did to that doctor. What if they...
Florens buried his head down into his shoulders—wishing his coat would swallow him whole—instead of opening his mouth. He didn't want to get shot, but he didn't know how to say "no". Maybe one of the other newcomers would notice his panicking and help him?
[ 0 - + + ] +2 (Empathy) = +3 to give Puppy-Dog Eyes to Vislor and Neríf to say "HELP. ME."
edited 11th Apr '16 4:55:16 PM by KeiranGold
Vislor glances aside at the visibly panicking plant person. Not any of his business... right?
Conviction: + - + 0, +0, = 1
Vislor sighs. "And Tull, this... kid? Doesn't know anything about any of this. Just look at 'em."
His voice softens for a minute. "What's your name, kid?"
edited 16th Apr '16 9:48:58 AM by kingtiger522
"F-Florens, sir," he says in as small a voice as he can muster.
Vislor sighs again. This is definitely one of those days.
"Florens. I'm going to guess that you've started noticing things recently? Some... strange sensation you can't really explain?"
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"I feel strange sensations by the moment." Nerif remarks helpfully, lips curling into a smile as he inclines his head at Florens. Glancing back at the mysterious master, his head tilts again, an air of challenge in his posture.
"You offer me a purpose?"
Nerif looks faintly amused at the old man's bluntness—though there's also a flicker of agreement in his stance.
"As the questioning curmudgeon says."