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[mcrcki]

"i'm glad we're friends. i didn't really know who else to call." she had other friends, sure, there were some people they could have reached out to, but none of them came to mind as quickly as brinna's.. none of them she wanted to see more than brinna. "i hope that's a trend you can set." because maker, they would love to be seen as something more than just the lame little sister, or boring padawan.. anything that would get rid of the way people would underestimate and look down on them. "she keeps going on about how we're acting like more than friends, and here i thought she'd be happy that we get along so well! she's being ridiculous! i can just call my friend beautiful, because you are, and kriya's crazy." kaya nodded, squeezing brinna's hand a little more as they stabilized themself. "can we go to yours? i don't really wanna go all the way home.."

"we're friends, kaya. you don't have to worry about calling me for help. i'll be there for you. especially when you need a drunken pick up. i've been there plenty of times and i know how those go." they said with a grin on their face, hoping to get a smile out of the other. "i tend to be a bit of a trend setter, so no worries. i'm always ahead of the curve. and soon enough people will start seeing what i see." they said while squeezing their hand. "she's not, but she'll get over it because i'm not going to just stop being friends with you and hanging out with you." the idea of that was worse than kriya being mad at her for a while. "but lets not talk about that while you're drunk. we just need to get you home. you want to go to your place or mine?"

[mcrcki]

"you're reading into it! we just.. we like hanging out, you wanted us to be friends! seriously, what do you think brinna and i are up to?" what was so wrong with them getting along like this? just because they called kriya's friend pretty? they were pretty! there's nothing wrong with telling your friends they're beautiful! "that's not what i meant!" their hands cover their face the minute their sister calls out their cheeks blushing, doing everything they can to stop kriya from seeing it and to get it to stop. "that seems like a very normal thing to do with friends? why wouldn't i compliment my friend? i tell ahsoka she's pretty and i don't want to sleep with her? you just wanna play the protective older sister so you're picking out patterns that are just coincidences!"

"there's plenty to yell about! i'm not making it weird, i'm just observing the obvious that you aren't seeing!" and she can't blame kaya for not seeing it, of course they don't, they were raised by probably the most romantically and sexually repressed people in the galaxy. "that's exactly what you said! and you know i'm right, because you're blushing!" she shoots back, a bit amused by the whole thing, though she's not going to admit that right now. "this isn't just friendship, you don't talk about how pretty and nice your friends are, babe."

[mcrcki]

"oh really? that's kind of cool. i grew up in a temple, in the middle of a major city, so i didn't get to go out into nature too much unless i was on missions." those were the missions she loved the most, the ones where they got to camp out and enjoy different planets for more than an hour. they loved the temple, of course, but getting out like that? it was priceless.

"i grew up in a camp, actually." she clarifies, giving the other a faint smile. "this is more of what i'm used to than the city is, i haven’t done it since we arrived here." growing up at war made luxuries difficult to acquire, especially when you were a prime target for the enemy.

[mcrcki]

"it's gotta be, right?" there was no way they didn't know each other from around the temple, because why in the world did it seem like they had met already. maybe it was really just something in their force signature that felt familiar, and it was nothing more than another jedi. "you too, izara. it's all good, maybe our masters met in passing and we've just heard of stories or something.." that could be likely too. "uh, maker, from.. 32 bby to 19 bby? something like that."

"maybe that's where we knew each other from then?" though really it wasn't like she knew of many of the other young jedi. really she had been attached to kore... though she was not going to even think about that right now. "it's nice to meet you, kaya. it's okay, your name doesn't ring any bells either. alek? that feels familiar too but i'm not sure i've ever met an alek. when did you grow up in the temple?"

[mcrcki]

"they deserve it. for everything they've done, they don't deserve to keep walking around living so high and mighty." how could someone be against them, but not agree that they needed to be knocked down a few pegs. if you weren't against the jedi, you were complacent in what they had done and what they got away with. "well, that's really kriffing lame." vesta rolled her eyes, not really caring about hearing from the other about her moral compass. "mmm no no i'm gonna do what i want. if i wanna fuck with a jedi, i'm gonna." vesta shrugged, eyes scanning the sky for a bit, trying to pick that whiny jedi's name out again. "damn i don't know, it was a k something, kayla or something? aunt kore dated them for a bit till she got bored of the goody two shoes act i guess."

"well im not a fan of the jedi, from what i know but i'm still not trying to go around and kill them all." although brinna would've been happy to pick a fight with any of the ones they ran into before meeting kaya. they still didn't like the jedi for sure with all their brainwashing but brinna wasn't the kind of person to kill first and ask questions later. "no, i only kill when i have to. when it's in defense of someone or myself. i suggest you keep it chill and not fuck with any of the jedi here." they responded before raising an eyebrow, knowing that kaya said their problems were with a sith. "who are you talking about? what girl?"

[mcrcki]

"you sound like my dad." vesta knew it was definitely overly optimistic and cocky to think she was complex, but honestly, she never cared. so what? she was nineteen and had beaten death how many times now? nothing could hurt her for long. "you're gonna be the one slowing me down, zash." she grinned, following after him. "i don't need the extra help, i can keep up."

Zash didn't retort. He imagined it would fall on deaf ears. He just didn't want her to get into a scenario where she was putting that 'untouchable' theory to the test. "Lets hope that theory doesn't get tested." He replied with a small shrug. "Alright. Come on then. I have a stealth mission. You cannot get caught or slow me down." He slipped his black hood over his head. "I won't slow down or protect you." He would because unfortunately for him, there was still a part of him that cared.

[mcrcki]

"i've definitely heard that about a dozen times, by someone who looks annoyingly like you." vesta didn't really care anymore about keeping up the facade, aellyn would remember her eventually, and why did it matter to beat around the bush until then? dad was all worried about kore's reaction to vesta killing aellyn, but what about just jogging their memory by being their trademark annoying self to them? that had to be fine. or at least, if she pouted at kore it probably would be.

@mcrcki --- aellyn and vesta

"has anyone ever told you that you seem like someone who would be super annoying?" aellyn rolled their eyes lightly at the other. it wasn't like the other had doing anything super irritating, but yet she found it irritating. it was strange really.

[mcrcki]

it was definitely more fun than they really wanted to admit, to run around here with elira, to know that they were just on the verge of getting caught with each corner they rounded. it only added to the excitement, having not done something this minor but silly in years. "well, mainly the law and the jedi. depends on who was looking for us when. growing up in a family of sith didn't exactly let us lay low for long." not that they really expected elira to know what she was on about, hoping it would just sound ridiculous enough to not call attention to it.

"we definitely are." elira smirked when vesta winked at them, excited that this was turning out to be a pretty damn fun break in. she felt like her head was spinning, drunk of the sparks that were flying, and the actual small bit of alcohol she'd had. it was definitely easy to feel like they'd get lost in this part of the museum but surely the good stuff would reveal itself eventually, she'd waded through enough secure buildings to know so. "really? what were you on the run from?" she was more than curious to find out what vesta was like.

[mcrcki]

she knows it's petty and childish to only sit after the invitation has passed, but she wasn't going to admit to that aloud right now. she needed to hold onto some of her anger still, and she was certain once they were both past this, none of it would really matter, but maker, sella needed a safe space to let all of this out. she hadn't had time to really process any of it, not when she had spent so much time just.. avoiding their family that had been unaware, and refusing to really discuss the fight with dad after it happened. it was all coming out at once onto sheev, which, ultimately, isn't entirely fair and yet she can't bring herself to stop. "why is it so hard to let me try and prove him wrong! to prove that we can be a normal kriffing family without him! that you aren't the monster he is so hellbent on proving you to be! what's he going to do? come after one of us again? he's already done that! if he knows you care about your siblings, it won't give him any new ammunition! and he won't keep thinking we're some pawns he can win back!" if he thought they were easily manipulated like that, he could easily go after them again, but if their relationship was built on true trust and care? he couldn't come between that. the comment about han solo definitely catches her attention, leaving sella staring at him for a few moments, eyebrows raised. "i just assumed, since you hate the solos so much..." not that dad killing him makes her situation any less complicated, but at least it wasn't someone she cared about hurting him. "he's still allana's grandfather! killing him would only make the issues with the solos worse, i don't care about justification!" honestly, she had barely wrapped her head around the feud between the families, choosing to stay as far removed from it as she could be. "i didn't think the information i gave him would send him into your office all trigger happy, sheev! everyone else has stood up to him with almost no consequences, but the one time i do, three people end up kriffing dead!" the fact that sheev couldn't even apologize for hurting her feelings, a lie or not, was definitely sticking with her, and only fueling the fire. but it was definitely made worse by the fact that no one else had to deal with consequences like this when they fought with father.. why just her? "oh! thank you so much for getting shot for me! something i never kriffing asked for! how ridiculous are you? you can't even see that you hurt my kriffing feelings?! is that really still so foreign to you!?"

he can certainly admit that he's being petty, but she's nothing more than a petulant child at the moment, proven by the fact that she sits down the moment he is no longer encouraging her to do so. he's sure that they'll move past this soon enough, she'd forgiven far worse crimes that he'd committed, and they'd had far louder fights than this. but having this conversation while he's still dealing with a migraine from the amount of memories shoving themselves back into his head is irritating beyond belief. "he believes that either way, we might as well use it to our advantage. i have no intention of letting our father know anything about my life or who i care about, because he will find a way to use it against me." and since she was going to throw a fit about violence, he needed other ways to handle this father's aggression towards him. "first of all, han solo was there to help our father kill me! if i had killed him, which i didn't, i watched our father shoot him through the heart to keep avoid any witnesses, i would have been entirely justified in doing so!" he replies, bitter at being accused of the one crime he hadn't committed, when committing it would have barely counted as a crime. "no, it's our father's fault, but he did so as a result of the information you gave him, so i made the choice to keep any further related information concealed!" really, there was no need for this level of dramatics over an obvious lie that merely confirmed a belief their father had already held. why she was so worked up, he couldn't even begin to figure out. "or he would have decided to kill you afterwards, because resetting one child's memories inspired him to attempt it with the rest of the disappointments! your upset is ridiculous, considering i did took multiple bullets to the chest trying to keep you from our father's wrath!"

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"i love you so much." she knew they were definitely just humoring her, but she wasn't going to talk allana out of that. it was a silly thing to get wrapped up in but she couldn't really get the whole annoyance out of her head once it started. "it absolutely is some bullshit that neither of us should have to deal with, though i know once sheev gets his memories back i'm gonna have to... so let's just.. pretend our families aren't trying to kill each other for one night." it was all they really could do, considering the long history between them, and sella was not in the mood to deal with all that, especially not this drunk. "has she calmed down at all lately, though?"

"i believe you babe, we'll put it on the calendar in pink glitter gel pen when we get home." as the more sober one of the two of them, she'd probably remember, and would genuinely try to do so, because this was clearly very important to sella, and they did want to make an effort at giving her a sweet normal night. "yeah, your dad and my grandpa definitely fucked around and found out, and i do not feel like getting details on how exactly that happened, so fair point." the quick kiss still brings a brief heat to her cheeks, despite the fact that they've been together far too long for that shit, and she grins at the other. "tell me about it."

[mcrcki]

"yes it's bad! i am never going to let this go!" she was definitely already over it, but soren didn't need to know that! she was going to hang this over him for at least a little while longer. "you absolutely have to tell sabina before she hunts you down and starts dangling you off a building, she's scary with the force sometimes. but we all got a little crazy when dad showed, trust me. you all saw how i was acting, no one gets that more than me, trust me." she barely recognized herself for a while when dad first arrived, having let herself fall so deeply into her own facade. "yeah, yeah okay that's fair. you want me to go beat aellyn up or something? i promise i've gotten really good at fighting, don't listen to sab and sheev."

"okay, yeah i know it's bad. i'm sorry. i didn't really realize how much time had passed. it went by... so fast. and look half of it i had lost my memory. so like that's - i mean no excuse but.." he sighed, running a hand over his face. "i'm sorry, sel, i got all bent out of shape when dad showed up. if it makes you feel any better, you and si are the first ones to know. i don't think sab even knows yet. she might kill me." he did feel bad for leaving his siblings out of his life as much as he had. being guarded extended much further than he intended. "i did tell her that but you can imagine my girlfriend hearing my ex fiance showing up before she even knew she existed.. it upset her."

[mcrcki]

"no, we're good, this is good." sella waved off the offer, nodding along to everything sion was saying now that she could hear a little better. "well, you know i want to know everything about the wedding." she smiled at him. "we'll keep dad far from it, don't worry. we're good at secrets, and i'm sure sheev can put dad on a list so all our agents know to keep him far from the festivities."

@mcrcki asked: [ speak ] sender leans in to hear receiver better as they're talking - sella and sion

"We can go somewhere quieter to talk?" Sion glanced at his twin as she leaned closer. "It's just wedding talk mainly and a little bit of family. I'll need everyone to help, I want to make this day so special for Ashley, no family fighting. Dad is not invited either."

[mcrcki]

she weighs the option of playing memoryless herself, of pretending that she simply doesn't know this man and closing the door to avoid the conversation. but sella is almost certain that will only backfire and cause him to start yelling when he sees right through her. last time he was here, everything fell apart, and she could only hope that he meant to keep his promise, at least until sabina could get here. "i think we said everything that was needed to be said already, father. you know the truth now, and you made your feelings very clear when you left to murder my brother."

"sella." there was rough coldness to the way he said her name. but this time? he knew he needed to have more control over his emotions. there could be no yelling, no signs of his true irritation. for now? he had to play it calm, play it calculated. "i think we need to have a talk," he started. "no yelling. no accusations." if there was one kid that he could hope to even try to butter up to? it was going to be sella. so this was what he needed to do---just ask for a talk.

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"no, i suppose not." she had sort of just resigned to it, knowing that it was easier to ignore it than it was to argue with people about it. though the comment about a husband leaves elain faltering a little, shaking her head before eventually responding. "i'm not married.. the uh.. the father is wanting to be involved, more than i sort of expected though. lorcan's been very supportive."

"that doesn't mean they should." she'd hated being stared at while she was pregnant, though perhaps it had simply been projected hatred towards the children's father. and fear of discovery, in lucien's case. "i'm sure it's quite a lot. is your husband much help, or is he standing back and observing?" it's a loaded question, and she knows that, but elain certainly won't.

[mcrcki]

"alright, i'll give you that." elain laughed a little, knowing that her sister was always going to be there for her, even when she didn't really feel like she was deserving of it. "one who valued their peace of mind?" not that elain was hoping her sister would turn her away, and was thankful beyond words that she was here to support her during all this. "i think i'm going to have to trust your gut feeling, because mine is just making me nauseous." between the nerves and the morning sickness, it wasn't entirely a joke. "you're so not sorry, but i appreciate the attempt at an apology, ad."

"and? i'd only hope that if the roles were reversed that you would let me unload on you." there was a warm smile as she looked over her sister with a reassuring glance. "what kind of sister would i be if i turned you away?" especially considering they were twins, closer than most, she would never even think of doing such a thing. "well... if he is, there isn't much that could be done. but i've got this gut feeling it's going to go just fine." was it a true gut feeling or was she just saying things to ease elaine's worries? it was a little bit of both. "oh you know i will. that kid going to be beyond spoiled---i'm sorry in advance by the way."

[mcrcki]

"elain, it's nice to meet you, jude." elain started off with them next to her, shaking her head at the question. "no, never. i am so not tech savvy." she laughed a little, nodding at the quick explanation. "so it's like.. breaking it but to make it better?" just to make sure she wasn't completely misunderstanding. "no, i'm from seattle originally, actually."

jude glances at the stranger, piecing together whether it’s an act or truly they look too nice for their own good. “jude,” they say, stepping in line to walk with her. “really, never heard of it? jailbreaking is just modifying a device so you can use it whenever. won't bore you with it.” she shakes her head. “so are you a d.c. native?”

[mcrcki]

"my theory originally was that we were being punished by heaven because my friends and i rebelled against the exterminations in pride.. but with all of you coming in too.. i don't know anymore." it could easily still be heaven, but why in the world would they start trying to put all the sins topside? what in the world was going on in hell... "that he outranks dad? seriously? and people believe him? i'm gonna talk to dad." that she was certain of, because if someone was going to go around claiming that, charlie had to hope her father would actually want to put a stop to it, at least. "oh i love him! we've been good friends for a while!"

"i don't like it, feels like some kinda coup attempt by someone way more powerful than i wanna deal with." the whole thing rubbed him the wrong way, of course it did, but honestly, he wasn't nearly as concerned as someone else might be. lust wasn't a ring for the weak of heart, and he doubted it was a priority for takeover. "oh, i'm sure of it, sweetheart. he's been claiming he outranks your dad for years now." not that lucifer had done anything about it, but when did he ever? the guy had been checked out for almost a decade now, with no sign of checking back in anytime soon. but he still wraps the princess in a tight hug, laughing a bit. "you met fizzy, then? sure he made a fabulous impression, as always."