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hurt/comfort meme

the hurt/comfort meme

It is in times of distress that hope is truly found. How you handle those periods of duress is a mark of character. Whether you're the one in pain, providing sanctuary, or even if that ache is mutual, hurt/comfort is all about empathy. Connecting with the people around you.

Instructions:

→ Post with your character (note name, canon [if relevant], and preferences in the subject line).
→ Others reply by either generating a number between 1-21 for a prompt, ~~or go off script, I'm not the boss of you~~.
→ Go forth and connect.

Options:

o1. injury: somehow, you've been injured. the severity, whether a mortal wound or "just a scrape" is up to you.
o2. sickness: thinking of calling out of work today? chances are you've got a common bug...or worse.
o3. fear & anxiety: careful where you throw that "scared to death" nonsense...it might just be an omen.
o4. loss of senses: you're missing one of those fundamental six senses, whether it's your sight, hearing, touch, smell, taste, or the Force.
o5. despair: the idea of hope looks more and more like a pipe dream right now.
o6. breakup: and we are never ever ever ever getting back together. ever.
o7. makeup: but you called me up again tonight...
o8. rescued: it's time for one of you to get your damsel in distress on.
o9. bad romance: i knew you were trouble when you walked in.
1o. loss: one of you has just experienced a loss of some kind; can you cope?
11. insanity: for whatever reason, "reason" is lost to you. you're seeing and hearing things. sometimes dead people.
12. tired/insomnia: is it the caffeine or the fact that you never leave your damned senatorial office? whether it's just lack of sleep or lack of energy, this exhaustion is bone-deep.
13. addiction: something's got you hooked, and you might just need a helping hand to give it some distance.
14. nightmares: okay, now you're definitely seeing dead people. do you dare go back to sleep?
15. blackmail: you've been caught and the evidence is compromising. do you seek help or vengeance?
16. separation/homesickness: whatever it is, the nostalgia's got you missing something (or someone) awfully.
17. betrayal: your trust has been violated, but is it a real or imagined slight?
18. stranded: you're stuck. maybe someone crashed your only ship for the 50th damn time. are you sure this isn't reality tv?
19. sins & guilt: the weight of your past deeds is like holding a world on your shoulders. maybe it's time to seek some help, atlas.
2o. secret: loose lips sink spaceships.
21. wildcard: "take your script and shove it, meme."

[adapted and remixed from here.]

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[The air fills with shouts of pain, and the red blade whirls to deflect the airborne rubble, but Ezra doesn't stick around to see how effective Garth'zel's attack had been. If it bought them any time, that's good enough for him! He darts after his companion, the closest thing to an ally that he currently has. He doesn't know where the man is heading, but any direction's as good ad another!]

They must have recognized me. They wouldn't have sent an Inquisitor otherwise! Not unless they'd know about you for some reason.

[At least, he's pretty sure about that. Inquisitors don't tend to get themselves involved unless there are Jedi or Force-sensitives to be dealt with.]

Edited 2017-02-13 01:48 (UTC)

Given I haven't been shouting my credentials on streetcorners and this is the first time I've run into this sort of trouble, I'd say they were after you.

::Even as he talks his eyes scan their surroundings and settles on a speederbike with a trooper on it. His lightsaber blocks the shot aimed their way back at the stormtrooper, making him fall off the bike dead as Garth'zel races to it and mounts it, holding a hand out to Ezra to help him pull himself on.::

Come on!

[Ezra doesn't hesitate to take Garth'zel's hand, leaping up with just a touch of the Force and using the hold to help him keep his balance and swing around behind him on the bike. He doesn't bat an eye at the stormtrooper's death. People die when you're fighting for your life.]

You drive, I'll deflect the blaster fire!

[He may not be the best at that kind of thing yet, but if Garth'zel can't keep his attention focused on where they're going, they're going to be in even worse trouble. Lightsaber still in hand, he swings it up to intercept a shot coming in at their side. It deflects wide of where it came from, not even close to anyone chasing them, but so long as it doesn't hit them that's all that matters, at least as far as Ezra is concerned.]

Works for me!

::Given there's no point hiding his lightsaber, he goes ahead and hooks it onto his belt before making the bike shoot forwards, letting the Force guide which roads and alleys they take to the spaceport.::

I just had a thought! What if they were watching that place for in case your friends tried again?

::Not that he knows if Ezra will hear him over the wind of their passage.::

Edited (Fixed a word.) 2017-02-13 04:11 (UTC)

[Between the wind and the ricochet of blaster fire off his blade, it's hard to make out everything Garth'zel says. Still, Ezra can piece together enough from from context that he gets the general idea.]

If they were, destroying the bugs might have been the signal they were waiting for!

[It certainly would have told them that someone was there.

Another bolt of fire comes in, then another, and a third in rapid succession. It's a testament to the training he has had that he manages to catch all three, even if the third one is only barely. Heart pounding at how narrowly he'd almost missed, Ezra shuts up so he can concentrate.

It's as much because of that as because of luck and the Force that the next shot he deflects sends the blaster bolt right back, taking the stormtrooper in the neck.]

I think you're right!

::Garth'zel also shuts up so he can concentrate, taking up the speed a notch. Eventually, the spaceport comes into sight. ...As well as the blockade, the latter of which prompts a short curse as he lifts one hand off the handlebars to focus on drawing in power, making sure to draw from a more or less neutral portion of the Force.::

Hang on!

::It's the only warning Ezra gets before he's firing off that blast of power, blowing a hole in the lines, sending men and equipment flying like so many toys as they whiz through.::

Whoa!

[Ezra's eyes go wide, even though he doesn't really have much time to be impressed, but he's never seen someone pull something like that off. Unfortunately, they're not out of danger just yet. He has to put off commenting in favor of protecting both of their heads from another scattering of blaster shots.

Then it's time to focus on a much more immediate concern.]

You going to be able to open your ship's entrance ramp remotely? Or are we about to have to jump off this thing and run?

[If he knew what kind of ship they were dealing with, he wouldn't have to ask, but it's not like that's something that came up!]

Both!

::Unfortunately, things wouldn't end well if he tried driving up the ramp at the speed they're currently going.

He spots his hangar and makes a tight turn to enter, telekinetically hitting the button on his ship's remote even as he does so, skidding them to a stop right before the ramp as it finishes lowering itself.::

Go go go!

[With the skill and timing that only someone in tune with the Force can achieve, Ezra leaps off the speederbike before it even comes to a complete stop and lands right at the base of the ramp. He barely takes a second to let the landing stick before he's sprinting and weaving to avoid being shot in the back.

Once inside the ship, there's still no time to catch his breath. He slows only enough to let Garth'zel take the lead.]

Co-pilot or gun turret?

[Where do you need him?]

::Garth'zel is right behind him, slapping the button to raise the ramp and seal the ship as he passes on the way to the cockpit.::

Gun turret, just in case they scramble fighters.

::He doesn't wait for Ezra's response, just runs past him to the cockpit to fling himself into the pilot's seat and straps himself in as he powers up the ship. As soon as everything's green, he takes off, shooting out of the hangar and into the sky, heading for the edge of the atmosphere.::

[Ezra doesn't argue, just scrambles up to the turret and straps himself into his seat. He's had enough experience with turrets now to only need a moment to orient himself to the controls before he's swiveling in the direction that sensors are already telling him they've got pursuit coming in from.]

Incoming TIE fighters! Hope you're good at flying!

[Though either way, he's already firing, trying to take them out!]

If I wasn't, I'd be dead long ago!

::...Ignoring the fact that if he hadn't ended up in carbonite again, he would be, due to age if nothing else.

He debates for a moment before flicking on shields. He originally wanted to wait until they were out of the atmosphere to avoid its effects on them but with incoming, he didn't really have a choice. Best to have them on and focus on getting them into space quickly.

He lets the Force guide his flying, jinking and juking to keep the TIEs from getting a clear shot at them, eventually breaking out of the atmosphere. One hand goes to the navcomputer to punch in a destination as his eyes flick between where they're going and the computer before he has both hands focused on flying the ship again as the computer makes its calculations.::

Just waiting on the navcomputer, and it should be done any time now.

[Ezra doesn't respond for a moment, busy concentrating on his targets. TIEs might not have shields, but they make up for it in sheer maneuverability. It's hard to hit them, and that's why the Empire keeps building them by the droves.

What the Empire doesn't take into account with them, though, is any fight that involves someone who can use the Force. Ezra hasn't mastered the skill yet, but the Force still whispers to him, guiding his shots. A lot of them still miss.

The ones that hit count.

One TIE explodes just off their port bow, then another goes spinning out of control.

Still too many TIEs left, though!]

Any minute would be good now, Garth'zel!

There is this thing I like to call patience. You may have heard about it from your Master.

::Why, yes, he is indulging in a bit of snark. The navcomputer will be done when it's done. All the staring at it in the galaxy won't speed it up.

Even still, it beeps its readiness a moment later and he's pulling the lever to send them into hyperspace, the stars streaking and disappearing into the light of hyperspace.

He leans back in his seat and blows out a slow breath. This was rather more excitement than he'd planned for his day. On the upside, he may have gained an apprentice.::

[Ezra doesn't bother responding to the snark. He's used to getting a certain amount of that (and giving it in return!) and besides, they've gone into hyperspace now. He's more interested in slumping back into his seat with relief.]

Man, I'm glad that's over.

[Just give him a minute for the adrenaline rush to fade and for his nerves to settle down. Then he'll come down to the cockpit, wiping sweat off his forehead with his sleeve.]

Where are we headed now?

Nar Shaddaa. I figure we can get a few things there.

::He rises from his seat a moment later, having settled his nerves to head further back into the ship. More specifically to his room to grab a shirt and a pair of pants to shove them Ezra's way.::

Two doors down to the right is the 'fresher. Use it. Clothes can be dealt with in the room before it. Assuming your leftovers survived the trip, I can put them away for you to heat up later.

::Don't argue with him, just destink yourself.::

[The pointed hint might have rankled Ezra under other circumstances, but he is sweating, and it's been days since he's had a proper shower, or gotten to clean his clothes. And really, Garth'zel did just save his life. He can stamp down on his flicker of exasperation and just take the clothes being offered, juggling them so he can undo his satchel and offer it in return. He doesn't have anything of value anyway, just the food.]

Right. Thanks. I'll be back out in a few minutes.

[Maybe more than a few minutes. He's pretty filthy, and then he has an unexpected fight with the borrowed clothes that are way too big on him. A few extra minutes pass before he comes out, scowling and flushing pink in a way that has nothing to do with his cleanly scrubbed skin and everything to do with the too-large shirt that looks like it's drowning him, threatening to slip off one shoulder, and the pants that would be falling down if he hadn't gone back for his belt. Pants that he's had to roll the legs up on several times.

Dammit, why do all the Jedi Masters I meet have to be so tall?]

...you don't have anything smaller I could borrow, do you?

[He's pretty sure he knows the answer to this already.]

::Ezra's food is in the kitchen and the satchel and its remaining contents are left in the crew quarters for Ezra to put away properly.

Garth'zel looks up from the remote he was working on building to give him a level look. That would be a 'no'.::

Why would I have clothing too small for me to wear laying around?

::Just to make it clear. He gestures at the mess in front of him.::

When this is done, it'll be for practicing with blocking blaster shots. I'm mainly working on tweaking how much power is in the shots.

I dunno, maybe from the last time you saved a guy from getting snatched up by the Empire?

[He's being mildly facetious to hide the disappointment he knows he has no business in feeling. Really, why would Garth'zel keep someone else's clothes around?

(He's really just embarrassed here.)

Dropping down into a seat across from Garth'zel, he watches what the man is doing with mild interest.]

Thanks for that, by the way. I would have been in some real trouble if they'd found me by myself.

You'd likely be either a prisoner or dead if I wasn't around, yes. They probably would have preferred the former.

::Not a particularly cheerful thought, but true.

He frowns down at the innards of the remote thoughtfully, before making an adjustment and starting to close it up. Time to see how well it worked.::

I think probably one of the first things we'll be doing when we arrive is getting you some more clothes so you aren't stuck with mine when yours need to go in the wash.

We can figure out what to do from there after.

[Not cheerful at all, and Ezra grimaces at it. He doesn't want to think about what the Inquisitors would do if they got their hands on him.

At least the shift in conversation offers a convenient distraction from that. Ezra blinks, turning his head to look at Garth'zel in surprise.]

You don't have to do that. I mean, you've already done more than enough. Just- You can drop me off somewhere and I'll get out of your, uh, horns.

[Although, remembering where Garth'zel said they were heading, Ezra has to make a chagrined face and amend-]

Maybe not on Nar Shaddaa, though, if you don't mind. Getting stuck in Hutt territory without money or friends is... prooobably not a good idea.

[Probably a very bad idea.]

I don't think it would hurt either of us for you to have more clothes to wear. It's not like I'm planning on buying you an entire wardrobe. Just a couple of changes of clothes.

::Garth'zel finishes closing up the remote and stands with it in his hand, making his way over to the area behind Ezra.::

You may want to take my seat where you'll be out of the way. Unless you want to risk being shot by the remote because of being in its range.

[Ezra knows Garth'zel said he had a lot of money, but it still feels weird to have someone offer to spend any kind of money on him. Not someone he's really only just met. It makes him cautious, and yet at the same time, the part of him that grew up begging for handouts says he shouldn't pass free things up if there's really no strings attached.]

If you're sure... [Just a hint of doubt.] But only one set. I can't carry much more than that.

[Not without sacrificing the very limited space in his satchel. Maybe if he was on the Ghost, it'd be a different story, since he has a place there to store a few extra things. Here, though, there's no place that's his.

Figuring that's settled, he scoots over into Garth'zels vacated seat, curiosity rising now. His interest in the remote had only been passing before, but now...]

Are you going to train?

[And by extension, let Ezra watch?]

First I'm going to let it hit me so I can see if adjustments still need to be made.

::Which will be annoying. The shots from remotes sting.::

Then I'll take a few minutes to block some of its shots.

::As he talks, he turns on the remote and tosses it up in the air where it immediately started floating, waiting for commands.::

Five minutes.

::The instruction is given as he pulls his lightsaber off his belt and flicks it on, the snap-hiss loud in the otherwise quiet room.

It promptly takes a shot at him and he makes an annoyed sound as it hits him. He felt that a little too well.::

Looks like I should turn the intensity down a notch.

::Then he's blocking the other shots, sending most of them back in the direction of the remote; albeit carefully to make sure they just missed it.::

[There's no way those near-misses aren't deliberate. Ezra saw how good Garth'zel was at deflecting blast fire back and enemies back when the stormtroopers first attacked. This is just a drone, and it's not even doing any evasive maneuvers. Those misses must be where Garth'zel wants the blasts to go - somewhere that still treats the remote as his target, but doesn't damage it after he just repaired in. Ezra props his elbows on the tablet, and his chin in his palms. It's neat, seeing someone else train - and more so because it's someone new, not just him or Kanan and the things they always do.

And since Garth'zel seems to have no problem with him watching, Ezra lets his mind slip into that kind of listening mode he has when he's studying something new. A focus that leaves him open to absorb the things he sees and hears.]

Do you ever have problems predicting shots when it's a droid that's shooting? Something besides a training remote? I mean... It's different, predicting things that aren't living, right?

Edited 2017-02-15 02:33 (UTC)

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