Altered Tundra

Pines Holler - A Small Town SoL Sandbox RP [NOT Accepting]

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______________________________________	______________________________________________________________________________________ 🐂 LOCATION 🌺 Colosseum Rafters 🌺 INTERACTING WITH 🐂 Collab with @Moon Child ______________________________________________________________________________________

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Rex wasn’t blind. Many confused his big, brawny stature for being someone who was just that, but he could see it: the panic, the terror and he heard it. Between every strike, every parry and counter, even if she thought she was hiding it well, Rex could hear the chirps of his beloved each time a blow landed on him. Whenever blood oozed from a gash, he could feel it too - the terror in her heart. It wasn’t because he had some secret power of being able to sense things but he knew Eden and he knew anytime he got hurt or returned from a quest with a broken limb, he was breaking her heart. Did it matter that she could heal him? No, not really. Damage was done.

So as he sat there, in the bleachers, watching but not watching Gigi get her ass creamed by Avery, he sat there with Eden, caressing her shoulder. He rubbed it in a slow, caring way, his rough fingers going over her smooth skin. His heart pounded fast and he let out a small breath, controlled but wavering. “I’m sorry,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “I know you hate it when I fight or when I fight and get hurt. Pain is manageable to me. I can deal with cuts and gashes and all manner of what comes with fighting but I can’t bear that you can’t.” Another kiss, something that is his telltale sign of seeking forgiveness. Maybe from her or maybe just from the universe. “I rely too much on your ability to heal or Lucius’. I get too excited that I don’t think enough and for that I am sorry, Mein Ein und Alles.”

Eden allowed herself to soak in all the love and affection Derex was offering her, feeling it wash away some of her own guilt. She couldn't help the way the muscles of her entire body tensed up tightly any time Rex faced danger, or how her heart stopped in her chest whenever he engaged in combat. Still, the daughter of Aphrodite hated knowing that her reactions caused her beloved to feel like he had to apologize for his own state of being-- even if he could be impulsive and reckless sometimes.

“You don’t have to apologize, love,” Eden said earnestly, tracing the back of the scraped hand holding hers with her thumb. “You're a son of Mars: being a warrior is who you are. I knew what I was getting into when I decided to pursue you and when I accepted to be in this relationship. It would be cruel and selfish of me to ask you to give any of that up. All I ever ask the gods and the universe is that you make it back home to me alive and whole, in one piece. I'd hate to become a widow before we get married or you even propose to me,” she teased with a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood between them.

“I am curious, though. What did Aves say to you that was serious enough to stop you in your tracks like that?” she asked with an inquisitive smile, letting herself fully feel the fleeting, momentary amusement she had experienced during that part of Derex and Avery's match.

Rex perked up somewhat uncomfortably at that question. It wasn't embarrassing for him nor would he ever feel that way for Eden but, as he met Eden in the eyes, he could feel himself get hot with…something. “Oh, it wasn’t anything bad. Shocking at the moment but..” his deep voice trailed off for a moment, and then he just said it, “She told me you and her used to fool around.” Rex was a lot of things but a fan of beating around the bush was not one of them. In truth, it didn’t bother him and his tone reflected that. He knew that if Eden was ready to tell him, she would have. Avery told him only to get an advantage in their fight. A bit underhanded but he understood the strategy.

Eden’s face immediately grew hot and flushed, and she looked around to make sure nobody else had been listening in to their conversation. It’s not that she was ashamed or embarrassed about that chapter of her romantic life. She just didn’t want to become the fetish or sexual fantasy of anyone other than her boyfriend, nor did she want to risk accidentally outing Avery in case her former lover didn’t want her private business exposed to strangers.

“I wouldn’t exactly call it ‘hooking up’,” the blonde began to explain, scooting closer to Derex so he could hear her hushed tones over the sounds of the arena around them. It was finally time to fill Rex in about one of the bittersweet events from her past. “What Avery and I had was real-- and pretty close to a relationship, if I’m honest. We met when I took her class my junior year of college, and we bonded when I became her assistant. One thing led to another, and before we knew it, it had been six months of us dating and messing around. As genuine as my feelings for her were, my pull towards you was always stronger, and Aves saw that. It’s why she called it quits after those six months had passed. I will admit: it did take me a little while to get over the heartbreak. But if it hadn’t been for Aves, I wouldn’t have been free to follow my heart to you, and we never would’ve built this beautiful life we share together. We owe everything to that beautiful woman.”

Despite being named “The Bull” and despite what certain vertically challenged blondes like to think (Rauni), Rex wasn’t a thick-headed meathead. He understood Avery only told him to get into his head but after allowing himself to marinate over that information and understand what it truly meant and now hearing it from Eden’s lips, Rex was surprised at how understanding he was. It was never an issue for him even in the moment. Eden had a life before he entered it and Avery was that for her.

“You know…” He took her hand and squeezed it, “I’m not mad. Not mad at you for never telling me or Avery for choosing that moment to blurt it out. You clearly had your own life before we ever became a thing and Avery, for as infuriating as she can be, also has a strong place in both of ours. To you, she is an ex who you still remain quite close to and to me, well she’s the closest thing I have to a sister around here.” That was the gods’ honest truth. He’d never lie about something like that and he knew that Eden knew that. “I know you would have told me whenever you were ready. And I know she is directly responsible for the life we have together and, God she’ll never hear it from my lips ‘cause she’ll never let me live it down, but I wouldn’t be me without either of you.”

When people saw Derex, they saw a fierce, behemoth of a warrior. A fearless leader. A demigod who could wrestle a bear barehanded and win, who could tear his enemies up limb from limb with his fists, swords or hammers. Eden, along with a select group of people close to him, had the privilege to see beyond that. Behind his intimidating exterior was a patient, kind, loving, understanding man with a heart of gold. In moments like these, when the daughter of Aphrodite needed compassion and sympathy, her boyfriend went above and beyond to let down his guard and open his heart to give her exactly what she needed without being afraid to be vulnerable. It was one of the many reasons why she was so madly in love with him.

“Thank you for understanding, love,” she said softly, tenderly cupping Rex's cheek with her hand and momentarily pressing her lips to his. “It's not that I didn't want to tell you or that I was afraid to-- you know I trust you with my life. I just know the type of relationship you have with Avery, and I didn't want to make things awkward between the two of you. Though considering how she just went on and outed us like that, I shouldn't have been so worried to begin with.” She joked with a small laugh, resting her head on Rex's shoulder.

“You aren’t the one who used a closely-guarded secret to get into an opponent’s head," Rex muttered offhandedly. He chuckled more at - and to - himself. “Avery was smart. Strategically, it was what helped her snag a win. Funny how she didn’t feel the need to do that against Gigi.” Rex was almost bitter…or offended in his tone.

Immediately, Rex shook that feeling off and continued to comfort Eden. Regardless of anything, he knew that the fight worried her and even though he was healed, he wanted to make sure she was okay and that nothing was on her mind causing her any discomfort. “But don’t worry anymore. I know and the only thing it cost me was wiping the floor with Gigi Russo in the finals. And hey, you know that sort of thing would never make me feel any less of either of you. We are all still a homogeneous family.” He smiled but chuckled. “Or as close as us wackos come to being a family.”

Just as Eden was laughing at her boyfriend's comment, she spotted a familiar, handsome face trailing in their direction. “Hi, Tommy,” the blonde cheerfully greeted the man, offering him a wave. What had started off as a business relationship between the daughter of Aphrodite and the son of Somnus had blossomed into a multi-year friendship, the two of them bound together by a love for beauty, wellness and self-care. Eden was responsible for providing Tommy with the products he used for the treatments and procedures at his spa, as well as the occasional freebie, special access to any new successful concoctions she came up with, and a listening ear to his troubles. In return, she received unlimited spa treatments and an unconditional friend. It was because of their close bond that Eden knew something was bothering the man. Her suspicions were confirmed when her initial greeting went unacknowledged, and he instead got straight to the point.

"You two look like you need this. I think I might've lost my appetite." Tommy had said to the pair, leaving a full basket of food at their feet with a fake smile before stalking off, disappearing into the crowd at the colosseum.

A worried frown settled on Eden's forehead, eyes fixated on the basket at her feet as she tried to process what had occurred. The whole interaction (or lack thereof) was out of the norm for her friend. The way his smile failed to reach and light up his eyes as usual was a clear red flag and highly likely a plea for help-- one that the highly empathetic woman planned to answer.

Turning to Derex, Eden picked up the food basket and handed it to him. “Baby, do you mind if I go check on Tommy real quick and come back to you? I have a feeling he could really use some company right now.”

Rex did, in fact, not mind at all. He knew how close she was with Tommy and even if she wasn’t as close, Rex knew his woman had one of the most empathetic hearts known to man, god, and everything in between. “Not one bit! I’ll head into the festival. Meet me back up near that hotdog stand I’ve been hearing is to die for?”

Eden nodded with a soft smile. “Sounds like a plan!” she told the man, blessing Derex with a parting kiss and hug before rising from her seat. “Just make sure you bring the food basket with you-- and keep it safe. Knowing Tommy's tastes the way I think I do, what's inside will make for a nice picnic when I come back.”

“Anyone who dares to try and come near it will face the built-up wrath of The Bull.” It was both a promise and a silent hope for anyone to dare to try. Rex made a mental note to hit the training grounds tomorrow. Or maybe, should Eden be willing, maybe they could spend a few hours getting…intimate. Grover might not like it though.

“Looks like you've got it all covered, cowboy,” the woman teased with a playful giggle. “I'll see you later, baby.”. And with one last parting kiss, Eden turned around and embarked on the search for her beloved friend.

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______________________________________	______________________________________________________________________________________ 🍇 LOCATION 🍇 Colosseum Rafters 🍇 OUTFIT 🍇 peak style 🍇 INTERACTING WITH 🍇 Sabina @Sugar And Spite ______________________________________________________________________________________

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Jeremy Grover always did love the festivities that usually followed big events like a massive tournament of Camp Jupiter's finest. Indeed, it hit a certain spot that the son of Dionysus had. He, unfortunately, was not the combat time but he loved watching. Oh, how he got an absolute thrill out of watching! The passion, the sweat dripping down each pore along their bodies, and, of course, that certain madness that oozed from each of them wanting to be the best.

Unfortunately, wanting and being the best were two different things. In the end, Avery, that clever vixen came on top. The only person to top The Bull and him not have anything to say about it. Grover even caught something of a blush on his manly features shortly before his form fell to the floor. Something dastardly juicy must've been said to him. Grover would have to force himself into that conversation later on. Unfortuately for him, he had other matters to attend to - such as entertaining an unexpected but not unwelcomed guest.

"Sabina Kriskova, I see you healed nicely." Grover casually looked her up and down, spotting only scrapes that would probably be gone by morning. She looked positively disheveled and miserable. Perhaps that's what happened when Rex decided that he would actually try (and succeed) in beating you. In his mind, he had to assume that wasn't a feeling she wanted but it would be shaken off as he produced not only a spare flask from the inside of his feathery jacket but in it, contents that whoever held it would be, well, content. "Ask and ye shall receive, my curly-headed cutie~" Grover, of course, had no romantic meaning behind it. He simply had a way with words and sometimes his words, while odd, would take up meaning. "A flask for your desires, drink and you'll find what your heart does~"

He let her take her sweet time figuring out that the flask he produced wasn't an ordinary flask. Truth was, it was something of his own concoction with a little help by his pops. A little magic here and a special forging there and a flask that responded to the touch of its holder. Quite the handy invention but one that Grover would always find use in. Always was handy whenever he didn't feel like going through the process of manifesting alcohol himself. Sometimes that took a lot out of him, especially when it was a form of alcohol that he wasn't used to or preferred.

"A shame about your sister, isn't it?" He mused, hoping to spark her interest in anything other than her alcohol fix. "I mean, she goes on and beats Noah - explosive little girl, that one. Highly talented but never did put in one-hundred percent, did she?" Grover mused again, losing his train of thought momentarily. "Gigi was probably not too happy that Ashton gave up so taking that rage out on Avery...well, I'm no expert but..well what are your thoughts? You think her anger from not being able to fight Ashton cost her that match against the one who beat the one who beat you? Or is Avery simply the better warrior?" Note to self, never say that in front of Gigi.

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______________________________________	______________________________________________________________________________________ 🔪 LOCATION 🔪 Colosseum 🔪 OUTFIT 🔪 Armor 🔪 INTERACTING WITH 🔪 Mentioned: Lilith, Avery, Sabina @Sugar and Spite, Noah @Moon Child ______________________________________________________________________________________

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Gigi Russo was, if nothing else, the kind of person who absolutely would get nervous before a big fight. Hell, anytime she felt any sort of responsibility creep its way into her mind or into her life, for some reason she would always feel it crawl up her skin, linger with her and cause her to enter certain spiels of uncertainty that anyone with a supernatural, uncanny sense of empathy - much like Lil - could sense her. It wasn’t always so noticeable but under immense stress, things usually got pretty intense.

And right now, just before she was set to enter her first real fight (because Ashton quit like a pussy), Gigi was, in fact, under a lot of stress. Some of it was placed on herself, having been someone who never did well with expectations. She always rose to them, of course, but self-sabotage was the name of Gigi’s game and she was currently undefeated. Unfortunately for her, being undefeate at this very unique game made Gigi’s mind a bit of a melting pot for all sorts of thoughts:

You’re not good enough.

You’re gonna fail.

Avery is gonna be so disappointed in you.

Sabina will ridicule you for your form.

You’ll never be able to eat well for a week because of your bad habits.

The effect these thoughts had on her were disastrous for her pregame. She needed to focus. She needed to concentrate on being the best that she could be against someone that could knock her flat on her not-so-flat ass if she wasn’t careful. Noah was a lot of things but able to show restraint wasn’t one of them. She knew the only chance Gigi had against that fiery daughter of Vulcan was to be in the best shape she could be, but how was that even possible when her own mind and feelings betrayed her?

She had to get a handle on it. She had to. She had to be able to silence the voices of doubt that plagued her very being.

She just had to.

"Deep breaths--"were words she said just as she heard them. Unknowingly, she must’ve reached out to her father, because she heard Pluto’s voice. Perhaps it was the desperate feeling of needing assurance that drew him to her. She could usually do that no problem, but she hadn’t consciously manifested a hand out to him, yet daddy always knew when Gigi needed a pick-me-up.

He didn’t say anything else. Gigi could hear herself think again. The voices that caused her doubt were gone, the panic attack sudbued and she smiled. She looked into a plate of glass, into her own reflection. She smiled. “Thank you daddy. I got it from here.” As she said that, she swore she could hear him smile. An odd thing but that’s all she needed. His belief calmed her and now she was ready to spend the next ten minutes to calm herself, concentrate on her resolve, and when the time came, kick that ginger’s ass all over the colosseum.

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“Oh, what lovely festivities!
Beckon to our carnal desires
Displaying the power of empire!”

Jeremy Grover swooned over the perfect display of the Camp Jupiter/New Rome demigods and demigoddesses, the perfect display of absolute power, cunning and skill, and the basic instinct to survive round to round. Some fights were glorious displays of brute strength, some were fights of strategy and some, as he observed during Gigi Russo and Ashton White’s fight, simply a case of disinterest.

But above everything else, it was bringing together a community.

How amazing it was to see. How fulfilling it was to bear witness to not only the fighters on the ground floor of the colosseum but the people in the rafters, cheering on each fight. How they would wince whens someone caught a nasty blow to their head, yet cheer not a second later when that same fighter bounced back. He would see triumph and despair as each round revealed a winner and then a loser. He wanted to cry each time someone lost but he also wanted to cheer each time someone won.

And as each round came to an end and one tournament transitioned into the other, he couldn’t help but let out a muffled chuckle at his oldest friend, Eden Ashford, each time her beloved took a hit. Derex Steiner, the beacon of fortitude — and, for eden, the beacon of fornication — always rose to the occasion…in more ways than one. He kept going, going from his fight with Sabine, which was the most sublime, meat-pounding Grover had ever seen. And he should know. He knows a lot about meat pounding.

In this case, it wasn’t the kind that would leave a rear sore but rather, left a Daughter of Pluto on the ground, a loser but also a winner. Then it came for Rex to take on someone who, as Grover had witnessed a few times, someone who was far out of his league. Avery Pierce, that crafty daughter of Minerva, she had shown time after time that she has a brilliant mind. Grover had seen it not in just the tournament but a few times when he’d seen her spar. And what a close match between them it would be, only for Rex to come up short.

And god, what a nasty business his face was. Almost made you not think he wasn’t a smoldering hunk underneath. Almost.

“Cheers, Ferdinand! You almost had her. Now go to your beloved for some sweet, sweet loving…or healing.” He raised his chalice, brimming to the rim with a deep purple wine.

Grover truly loved events like these. He wasn’t a fighter by any means. He’d probably get clobbered worse than Luka. He might even have greater shame than Ashton did in his own fight, on account of giving up before the fight even started (poor Gigi was seething after that). No, he was at last simply a spectator. And why would he be anything else? Grover could provide the refreshments, insightful commentary, and most of all, anyone near him would have the pleasure of his company.

What else could the Prince of Madness desire?

Power Rangers: Secret Force

@Azure Bubbles So about Han and Matteo

I don't see a world where Matteo doesn't like Han. For one, he's so unique that Matteo would almost feel obligated to like. Matteo isn't exactly "normal" himself. He's a "too in the moment" wiz who never rushes for anything. Hakuna Matata if it were a person and then Han, who wears his flamboyant uniqueness on his sleeve, yeah Matteo would totally vibe with that. He might not understand him all the time but he respects Han's willingness to not abide by social norms and just be himself. Plus, Matteo is super close with Sera so they are bound to be crossing paths at some point.

He would totally help Han with any mechanical issues he might be having too. All part of helping out the community, after all!

Power Rangers: Secret Force

<Snipped quote by King Kindred>

I had the same thought the other day, and that works on my end. Don't know if they have a very deep friendship, but I imagine they see each other in study hall or something frequently enough and catch up/cram then.

Which then loops into @Altered Tundra, Danny probably took karate lessons from Sensei Marco in the summers or off-seasons (and sporadically throughout the rest of the year). He's probably seen them in those classes, and that might be the most Matteo and Danny have interacted. I think Matteo's carefree nature is a little weird to Danny, so they might not have interacted much outside of karate lessons.

@Azure Bubbles - I... do not think Danny and Han get along. I think their personalities clash a bit, when it comes to Han's bravado and confidence. They don't have a lot in common, and Danny doesn't gravitate towards the popular cliques as much as he just hangs out with his teammates. I think they have the most room to grow in terms of a friendship over the course of the RP, as I think they come from entirely different worlds.

@webboysurf

Damn being too chill is, despite what everyone says, not a vibe

Nah but I get what you mean. It's not everyone's cup of tea immediately. Takes a little getting used to and especially if there's a situation where it requires a serious impression, Matteo would be all "Hakuna matata everyone! It'll be fine" despite not know it will absolutely not be fine.

It's funny me and @King Kindred were also talking about how that Matteo being too much in the moment is sorta his fatal flaw. How he never really plans ahead or thinks too much past the current moment. Which, as the resident tech of the team, would be a bit worrisome especially if he is tinkering with some of their tech and messes up.

Power Rangers: Secret Force

<sub>17 - #6495ed - Blue Ranger - Carefree tech wiz - 5 ' 10 " - FC: Xolo Mariduena



I've had the highest mountains,
I've had the deepest rivers,
You can have it all,
But life keeps moving</sub>

the important stuff

how would you describe their personality?

Matteo is curious by nature, but he's also someone who lives life from moment to moment, never worries too much about what might happen or what could happen. Too often is it that people stress about the mistakes about what they might make in a year or now if they don't study for this test or apply for this college now. While he understand that fear, life is too short to worry about what ifs. He chooses to stay in the now, live life as if you could die at any moment after the one you're living right now.

To those close to him, they know him to be a calm and collected young man. His family knows him to be immensely curious about all things, not just machines and the parts that make them up but life itself. Curious about the world is unraveling around them. He will never not wonder how he can help people and in his neighborhood, he tries to do that using the knowledge he has. There are more ways he could help, part of him knows this, but he hasn't found the questions nor the answers or any cheat sheets to help him understand it. All he knows is he feels like he can do more. He just doesn't know what.

Matteo only knows what he can do and that's help ease the stress of day to day things his people might have: broken ac, computer has a virus, ways to avoid getting charged from PG&E this month because they can't afford it. Matteo just wants to help and he's always willing to lend a helping hand to anyone that needs it.

what has their life in Angel Grove been like?

Not just Matteo himself, but the Rosales clan has been a mainstay in Angel Grove for close to 50 years. His great grandparents laid down roots and for generations, his family has held down the same home in their corner of Angel Grove. By all rights, they are what most would consider lower middle class. And Matteo is just the oldest of the current generation of Rosales men.

Since an early age, there's always been two things about him that stood out: his ingenuity and not just the desire to do good but willing to act on that desire. Sometimes this put a target on his back, but his parents always made sure he had the tools and skills to contribute to those desires. Whether this was making sure he knew how an engine worked as early as he could or when he started showing an intelligence and general curiosity for all things electronic, how to put together a computer that would evolve into curiosities that only he could teach himself. But sometimes the way he has always been would put another target on his back. People fear what they don't understand, so naturally every few years, bullies target him. It even got to the point where his charm and willingness to not escalate the issues wouldn't work and his Uncle Marco suggested he learn how to defend himself.

Matteo hated confrontation. In fact, he always avoided it if he could but he was also not a coward. Danger didn't scare him but he didn't have much common sense about it to begin with, so of course when his uncle suggested that he said yes immediately. For two years now he has been taking karate lessons and hasn't had to deal with a bully since.

what can they do? what are they good at?

Matteo, for as long as he could remember, has always been good at fixing things. Maybe it's because of his upbringing: one side of his family (his mother's), there's a long line of mechanics and car enthusiasts that helped him understand vehicles. He even learned how to take apart and put back together an engine before he was seven (with help, of course). On the other side (his father's), where the Rosales name comes from, is a collection of engineers of varying types, but his father is an electrical engineer who also loves to work on computers, so naturally some of the knowledge fell Matteo's way. Because of this, he's acquired some useful knowledge in being able to take apart not just cars but computers too and has a working knowledge of some electrical systems.

Curiosity is one of his strongest traits. He's not a cat so it won't kill him, but he loves to know how things work. He has gone through a lot of trial and error but with his knowledge, he has won several science fairs and uses his knowledge to help however he can. A lot of his neighbors call him instead of actual electricians because they can be expensive.

Aside from that, he has been taking karate lessons for about two years now. Long story short, he had a bully problem and nothing was being done with his approach, so his Uncle Marco on his father's side, teaches Karate at the community center, so Matteo has been taking classes there three times a week. He likes to think he's good enough to hold his own.

how would they react to danger?

Depends on the kind of danger. Life-threatening tends to ward him away but Matteo also wouldn't hesitate to help anyone who needed trouble. But there's also the curiosity in him to see what actually is causing this danger. The desire to know what it is and do what he can to help will always win the battle against common sense.

Relations & Opinions

Seraphina Henderson -

You know, it's odd because when you look at her and then me and then back to her and then back to me, what do you see? A cult of personality~ She and I just work. Our relationship is somewhat symbiotic - we're kinda reliant on each other to function in one way or another. Where she felt comfortable enough to talk about Andre with me (and even ask me to work on his bike with her), she has been helping me with some tricks to try not to always just think about the present. Planning for the future isn't my specialty but I'm trying!

Danny Jackson - I get the feeling Danny doesn't like me that much? I can't place it but I know he doesn't hate me but i always get the sense that me being around isn't his first choice. Or I could be wrong. Either way, I don't mind him. Just wish he'd loosen up a bit.

Charlie Anderson - My...acquaintanceship? Can we be friends? Screw it, we sorta friends! Okay, my sorta friendship with Charlie was a lot like sour patch kids. At first, I thought she was sour. Intimidating...whatever you wanna call it, but as time went on, I realized that, well, she's still kinda sour but a good sour. She's not that bad guys! Actually, strip away some of that outward personality and you'll find..ah, you'll figure it out yourself! I'm not gonna blab.

Haneul Lee - Han's so extra but I kinda dig that. Extra and flamboyant. Soooo flamboyant but I respect that. Individuality is hard to find and one that's not performative is even harder, yet Han has it in spades and it doesn't feel fake. Helps that I got used to it just by hanging around Sera. I can't imagine we'd be as close if i had just met him in a dark alley and he asked if I wanted to go shopping (I would have said yes by the by cause I lack any survival skills in that context, it seems!)

Tia B. Scott -

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