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all_too_familiar) wrote in
glowfic2015-11-18 12:44 pm
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Revan could get used to Coruscant's nice effects. The refresher is glorious, the beds are so soft he thinks they might have found a way to literally let him sleep on clouds, the food is fantastic, and he has a wonderful new set of robes that are completely free of holes, burned bits, and general wear and tear. He is convinced he's being horribly, horribly spoiled, and something will threaten the Republic in a year or two and force him back into living out of a tiny overcrowded starship.
He is even more convinced when he opens a door and it is not a hallway, but instead a bar.
After a few seconds of peering, he calls Canderous on his comm, lets him know that he has found something weird and bizarre instead of the door from his room to the hallway. Canderous comes by with his big gun and informs him that the door is closed, from the other side, and cannot be opened.
Right then. Revan is technically still equipped to kill half of an army, isn't he. Let's see what's in here. He tells Canderous he is going exploring, and Canderous tells him to give them hell if they try to kill him. Proof that he cares.
Inside goes Revan, looking around curiously.
He is even more convinced when he opens a door and it is not a hallway, but instead a bar.
After a few seconds of peering, he calls Canderous on his comm, lets him know that he has found something weird and bizarre instead of the door from his room to the hallway. Canderous comes by with his big gun and informs him that the door is closed, from the other side, and cannot be opened.
Right then. Revan is technically still equipped to kill half of an army, isn't he. Let's see what's in here. He tells Canderous he is going exploring, and Canderous tells him to give them hell if they try to kill him. Proof that he cares.
Inside goes Revan, looking around curiously.

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She rummages for a second, comes up with a teeny pot, pushes the blight-pot out of the way, and expands the empty one.
"Got any plants handy?"
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He gets directions. He puts the cured red Lyrium in a neat little stack on a free booth nearby. And then he goes to play fetch while Saevetei holds the door.
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"Silver," he announces eventually. "Silver lyrium. I got stabbed to make it, I get to name it."
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"Sounds like a fine name." Pause. "... You and Sable are free to name the plants I make, too, if you like. If I can make them."
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Revan returns through the door.
"One fetch quest, completed. Here you are." He hands the seeds to Sable for planting. "They don't require anything special, do they?"
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Sable drops the seeds into the pot.
Now there is dirt in the pot.
"I think that worked! If it worked completely, then the plant doesn't need watering and will never die unless you uproot it or ground-rip it or something equally emphatic."
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"Now, pardon me, but I need to borrow your arm."
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Here is Sable's arm.
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It doesn't feel as weird as last time, but it's definitely doing a thing!
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"Well that's terrifying," he remarks, coming closer to the table to pass it back. "Okay. And the bones...? You, um, need your bones to kill malices?"
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