phantasmalrift | (no subject)

Who: Church, OPEN
What: Just a bunch of dumbshit shenaniganry for you to take advantage of
When: Early to maybe about mid September
Where: Mostly at the station and on the beach
Warnings: nothing yet

[For several days, Church is seen with what looks like a phone, holding it up to faces and grinning at the results. He's gotten what seems to be a species scanner of some sort. Oh, the details of age, height, weight, all seem to be hit or miss, but it seems to get the species right. Or at least the...outward species right. It calls him human, after all. He's never been so glad to be called that. If he sticks a phone in your face, he's probably just making sure he knows what the fuck you are. Some of y'all humans sure ain't fucking human.

At some point, early on, he'll have made at least one new addition to his fashion choices--a set of hipster glasses, you know, thick black plastic frames, no lenses. Not every day, mind, and apparently the first day it's a joke. Literally just "hey check this out look what a nerd I am"...but something seems to change his mind and he wears them a little more often even though there's literally no point...hm!]

I know what this does. [He seems to be talking to the 2-liter of soda in one hand, and a silver wrapped tube in the other.] I know what this does, and I need to not do it inside. [But oh, the temptation is great. Especially if he could just angle it at Izunia's door and then get him to come out, god, that'd be great. Looks like he's gonna do it on the balcony, balancing the bottle on the shiny new rails. It's--look, you've seen youtube, it's gonna launch foamy soda and mentos into the fucking stratosphere. Maybe stay out of the way if you don't want soaked by it?

Church seems to have been hitting the bottle one day. Maybe when you run into him, he seems looser. Or, later, a little uncoordinated. Or, extremely fucking southern for some inexplicable reason. Jesus, keep him away from the balcony unless you want him taking a tumble. It never seems like he ever actually takes a drink, and the only change from normal is, if you're looking, a new ring on his right hand. If you wait long enough, you could see him just pass out stone cold where he is.........until he wakes up and seems perfectly fine, if a little confused. HM!

Through the month, he makes a point to go training, as usual, down by the beach every day. If it's bad weather, then he'll do it inside where there's enough space to. Oh, there's the physical training, the push-ups, the running, but there's also practicing with magic, too. He does seem to be getting a little better at controlling the elements... Sometimes he's in armor, most of the time he's not. Oh, and the weapons? Don't mind those. The armiger's just full of fucking swords. What's so hard about swish swish stab? (A lot. Apparently a lot.) Hey, maybe you'll see him playing with a double-ended knife with some suspicious stains! It's okay. The murder counter has not been reset. ...He's probably gonna hurt himself put that down...

Also, through the next couple weeks--you might notice he's a little more open and certainly more honest. Maybe more than he even seems to intend to. Hm. That's new. I'm sure it's nothing. Harmless. He's just comfortable around you now, that's all. Nothing is amiss, and nothing to at all notice and possibly take advantage of. Carry on.]

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I--met a guy. From your universe. With lightsabers and Jedi and the Force and shit like that. Good guy. You know Finn? [He suspects she would not, it's a big universe, and that would be too tidy and convenient, but man, he misses Finn sometimes.]

[Bastila will never meet Finn. He is way after her time. If you tried explaining that, then either she would laugh disbelievingly or her head would explode.]

No, I cannot say that I know anyone named Finn. Still, there are lots of people that I have never met. Would you tell me about him?

Stormtrooper, but like, an ex one, defected from the baddies, went on wild adventures across worlds--good guy. Sweet guy. Terrible liar. A real bro. And cute, in like a face pinching way. Just wanted to do some good in the world and maybe survive to see the results.

[Bastila is trying to understand.]

What is a stormtrooper? He was a soldier on the dark side, but had no Force powers? He defected to the light, and just wanted to do good? He does sound pretty awesome.

Oh. Uhhhh. [How to define a stormtrooper without saying something like 'red shirt cannon fodder'? By not defining it, apparently.] I mean, you basically got it in one. We parted ways before I ended up here, but I'm pretty sure he's gonna have a real good life surrounded by love, as he should.

What do you do? Or did you do. Back home.

[Bastila thinks. She starts to ask about stormtroopers again, then decides to let it go.]

I am a Jedi Knight [He knows that, silly.] I fought the Sith. I have Force powers, and I am somewhat skilled with this lightsaber [false modesty does not become you, Bastila]. What did Finn tell you about us?

I was on a mission when I was dragged here. Please do not ask me about that, it is a closely guarded secret.

That Jedi are super powerful and awesome and also super rare. [Okay, he might more be leaning on his inherent knowledge of Star Wars rather than, specifically, what Finn said, but she doesn't have to know that.] Like potentially mythical rare.

[Bastila smiles at Church.]

I am honored. We are powerful, but awesome is kind of you to say. I do not know how rare we are. Only the Jedi Council knows how many, or few, of us are alive and well.

I am intrigued that you have met someone from my universe, and that you were good friends with someone who obviously had a good heart. Would you tell me more about yourself?

Sure! Right, of course, uh. I'm Church. I mean, that's just...the name I'm most used to so I just tell people to call me that? It's my last--used to be my last name. Leonard Lucis Caelum is what it'd say on my intergalactic passport if I, y'know, had one on me. Married. Uhhhh, where I was originally from, I was made to be an artificial intelligence by a crazy old scientist, and when that fell through for him, I went crazy, forgot I was an AI, was shoved in someone's body, and sent off to a nowhere army base where nobody would find me with a bunch of washout losers in the middle of a war.

[Hm. That's not...quite as detailed as he intended to give. Shit.]

Not this one! This body came later. I was in a robot body for a few years, and when I ended up pulled out of time and space to a murderspree dressed as a gameshow, they printed up a body for me. So that's this. Long story short, sort of an intergalactic soldier who now gets to have magic because of my magical husband?

......It's complicated.

Wow. That is a very interesting life you have lead, Church. So, you were part of the murder game that caused the sign to be put up? I am sorry to hear that. You are married to someone and he can give you magic? That is amazing.