On her reserve at mayfield_rpg.

[nodifferentfate]

Have you thought this through? I'd prefer that comfort of having someone who is one hundred percent certain over the outcome of things, and I can't help but feel that you, Mundane, are more nervous than I.

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[headcasey]

Oh, it's been scientifically proven that muns are completely incapable of thinking things through, if you believe recent studies, although I'm sure there's a psychological component to it, but I've never really understood the social sciences, since chemistry is largely my field of choice, with a burgeoning interest in genetics, although I'm sure that's not really of interest to you with your current situation, is it?

[She pauses to breathe.]

And I like your hat.

[nodifferentfate]

Scientifically proven, really? Well, that certainly is interesting to hear.

[Offers a small smile.]

Thank you.

[headcasey]

[She seems very pleased with herself.]

Oh, you like science? You must be a human.

[nodifferentfate]

Yes, I am.[Now she's curious.] And you are?

[headcasey]

Me? Oh! My name, right? Is that what you meant?

[She takes a moment to feel less flustered.]

Casey. Casey Dikawa. Yes, of the Shaldani Dikawas. Although they don't really talk about me much.

[of_alderaan]

Thinking things through do not tend to be things mundanes do well. Or at all, from what I can tell.

[nodifferentfate]

Yes, I'm beginning to understand that.

[last_ofthe_jedi]

Don't blame your Mundane for being nervous about Mayfield. Anyone would be nervous about that place. There'll be plenty of support once you get there and that's the best we can really do.

[Hi, stranger! No idea who you are, lalalala!]

[nodifferentfate]

That certainly is comforting, to say the least. I would hope that there is nothing to be too worried about, though.

[last_ofthe_jedi]

Uh, heh. I wouldn't go so far as to say that. There's plenty to worry about, though I couldn't give you many details as I've only been there myself for about a week. I've heard the really interesting stuff is yet to come.

The trick is to find some friends, stick close to them, and get yourself to a mental state where you're not worried anymore. Not too comforting, I know.

[nodifferentfate]

Interesting stuff? [Tilts her head.] I'm not quite sure if that's supposed to be good, or bad.

I've done that before, so I guess it wouldn't be too difficult to resurrect.

*girlish scream* COME TO ME, PADMÉ, AND WE CAN RULE THIS WRETCHED TOWN TOGETHERRRR

[whos_your_daddy]

*gross sobbing*

[nodifferentfate]

[She stares, the mask making her a little nervous, but nothing too unmanageable.]

And... who are you?

o bb i've died a little each day 4 u

[whos_your_daddy]

[It's interesting how the suit attempts to compensate for him when he stops breathing. Manual controls immediately shift to automatic, and the breath he'd been holding is expelled in a hissing rasp through the mask.

It can't be. The Emperor's words ring in his ears, undetected by the plethora of audio sensors both implanted and in the constricting helmet itself.]

...Padmé.

[The deep boom of his voice filling the silence startles even Vader a little, giving him pause. Emotion assails him, rising up through organic and cybernetic channels alike. Grief, anger, love, shame- heavy enough to almost force him into walking away. How can he let her see what he has become?]

Anakin...has told me about you.

[Vader tastes bitter bile in the back of his throat.]

tbh you brought it on yourself bud...

[nodifferentfate]

[She flinches at the voice, but holds her ground. The mention of her name, and Anakin's, is surprising.]

You know Anakin?

[Of course, they're still newly married in her time, and she shouldn't be so shocked to the fact that he hasn't told her of everyone he's interacted with. With time perhaps...]

[negotiable]

Senator. Are you certain of what could happen?

[nodifferentfate]

As certain as I can be.

[negotiable]

[There's an almost weary look of relief in Obi-Wan's eyes, but he brushes it aside.]

Even so, I would recommend caution.

[nodifferentfate]

[Her brow draws together.]

Why, is something wrong?