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thecapitol2014-04-14 01:46 am
gamemakers) wrote in thecapitol2014-04-14 01:46 am
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- ✘ topher brink
Thicker Than Blood Start
For Tributes with keen eyes, they'll notice that Peacekeeper presence seems increased and yet infinitely more ineffective in the last few weeks. Peacekeepers seem harried, as do the Stylists, and most of the Escorts titter and plot without alerting the Tributes as to what, exactly, is so exciting. They simply say that this weekend they'll know.
And so it happens that on the weekend in question, the Tributes are woken by their Escorts early and brought to a restaurant for a hearty breakfast. The restaurant is nothing spectacular, although they seem to be trying to make an impression on the television cameras that float around. The sleepy, cranky meal goes by and then the Tributes are led back to their Suites for a mandatory meeting.
Sitting on couches and the floor, in chairs and on windowsills, standing off to the side - people from the Tributes' homes are waiting to greet them in each District Suite. Some are confused, some accepting, some frightened and some elated to see their beloved. Either way, it should be an eventful reunion.
And so it happens that on the weekend in question, the Tributes are woken by their Escorts early and brought to a restaurant for a hearty breakfast. The restaurant is nothing spectacular, although they seem to be trying to make an impression on the television cameras that float around. The sleepy, cranky meal goes by and then the Tributes are led back to their Suites for a mandatory meeting.
Sitting on couches and the floor, in chairs and on windowsills, standing off to the side - people from the Tributes' homes are waiting to greet them in each District Suite. Some are confused, some accepting, some frightened and some elated to see their beloved. Either way, it should be an eventful reunion.
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"I meant exactly what I saw, boy. I saw me in your future. In what way, or what that means, I don't know. I didn't see much more. All I could tell back then, is that I'd be more present in your future than Vader."
Which was still a rather unsettling thought, now that he let himself think about it, but... What could he do about it now? It wasn't as if he was in a state of being of any use to anyone.
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It was a statement, more than a question, yet the more he thought about it, the stranger it was, even given Vader's betrayal. Starkiller saw no reason to ally himself with Kota after being betrayed by Vader, even if he'd somehow managed to survive Vader's attack.
"How can you not have seen anything more specific?" he asked. "You're a Jedi. Isn't that something you should be good at?"
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"Do you think the Force is always clear and specific in what it shows you? Do you think just being attuned to it enough to glimpse into the future will show you everything?" Another snort, followed by a chuckle came out. "As if Vader and the Emperor would have gotten as far as they did if that was the case. No, boy. We can't see everything. We get glimpses, feelings, premonitions, but never the full picture. The future is still a mystery to us, Force or not. Learn that well, boy, since Vader apparently didn't teach you."
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"That doesn't sound as useful as I originally thought. What's the point if there's no clarity to it?"
He shook his head. "I guess it doesn't matter. Here you are. The question is what are you planning on doing now that you're here?" Because he didn't feel like babysitting a blind man, that was for sure.
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But he doesn't say anything about Starkiller's comment about the Force, because well, he doesn't entirely disagree. It is true that the lack of clarity is frustrating, even if simply a premonition of events to come can be just as useful. But he's not here to be Starkiller's master, so he pushes that aside. Instead, he focuses on the other question.
"I don't know. This place hasn't given me much for me to know what I should do. I don't know if I'm going to join you in those games, if I'm just going to be sent back... I don't know anything right now."
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"Well, it seems different than normal," Starkiller said with a small shrug. "Usually you aren't brought in like this. There isn't such a show about things. So I have no idea what's going on. What I do know is I'm getting tired of sitting around, so I'm leaving. You can come with me or just keep sitting around uselessly."