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May. 1st, 2012 @ 12:17 pm HMD
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If you have a comment/critique/what have you for how I'm playing Juhani, here's the place.
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What?
Jul. 30th, 2011 @ 09:37 am (no subject)
While I am aware that many of us have been forced into clothing which we would not typically choose to work in, regardless we must. Many people are made to look absurd of late. The work must continue.

[She is in a dress suit. It's the tie that bothers her. ES's jobs are tolerant of people sometimes just not showing up, but when a whole batch are too embarrassed to leave home...]
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But this child made it happen.
May. 31st, 2011 @ 05:26 pm (no subject)
I do not appreciate this [pause] 'poem' which has graced the inside of my home. This is a part.

[Kind of sloppy, clearly copied.]

The bones from hell you cannot tame
Devour your life and all your fame
That is the price to play its game
And all while you're reminiscing


This vandalism has long ago become tiresome.
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But this child made it happen.
Apr. 29th, 2011 @ 11:54 pm (no subject)
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[Open dreamshare.]

A halfway happy dream.Collapse )
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I!  Will be your Doom!
Apr. 11th, 2011 @ 09:48 am Dreamshare - Everyone Leaves
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[Happens at about 4 a.m, open to lonely people everywhere.]

You are loved.

You are warm, safe, happy. Everything you need is here. You are with someone who you love and who in turn loves you. Who they are, their features, their scent, the feel of them, their presence in the Force, what kind of love you share, all are vague in the way that dreams are vague. And that didn't matter. You are loved.

And yet, you're not really happy, because you know it can't last. It never does. It can't. Everyone leaves. Everyone is taken or goes away. Do you even deserve love?

You will lose your love. You will be alone again. In the end, you will always be alone.

So you weep, silently, no tears flowing to wet the short fuzz on your cheeks, your shoulders never shaking with sobs. There's no point in letting anyone see. You duck your head so that your love can't see your face and weep.  Your love knows, of course. They touch you, and keep their presence near to warm yours, and stay with you until your grief is lifted. You're glad of that. You are not hated for your weakness. One person can see this and accept it.

But they will be gone soon. You'll be alone.

It's not so bad. You can accept it. It's just that you'll miss them so much when they're gone.
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I only wish we had more time... together
Mar. 18th, 2011 @ 12:28 am (no subject)
[backdated to the 16th, orz]

So it has been one year.

A strange thought. It feels as though it has been longer.

I am changed, I think. I cannot say if it is or is not for the better.
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I do not know why.
Feb. 23rd, 2011 @ 09:20 pm (no subject)
[Spatters are traditional. There are also a couple of bloody smudges. Written fast, and unusually curt by her standards.]

In the Aquarium.  A male has been cut apart by an older woman. She is stopped. He is stable, but badly wounded.

The Watch and medics are needed. You must hurry.
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I only wish we had more time... together
Feb. 20th, 2011 @ 11:45 pm (no subject)
[The writing's a little shaky.  She has never been so happy. She has never been so afraid.]

I have called her Stranger, because I still cannot hear her true name.  When she was forced to hide her identity in a competition she once took the stage name of the Mysterious Stranger, so I suppose it is not surprising that I knew her by such a name.

Brianna, we must speak with you.

[Yep, she got a Wishes On Paper and wished for Revan. Who can only be detected by Juhani, who will forget pretty much the entire five days as soon as it's over.  Juhani's already seen that no one else sees or hears her, and has been told that she can't stay, since this is Revan, who has the need to go face the True Sith or... whatever... alone.]
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They were like gods.
Feb. 11th, 2011 @ 11:33 am (no subject)
How many now have become children?
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I am wondering...
Jan. 30th, 2011 @ 12:27 am (no subject)
[backdated slightly; happens late at night.]

"- more than a match for the average [state] or Sith trooper.  When we were looking for targets, we considered this world carefully."  The voice was muffled and a bit faint.  Despite that, there was a quality to it that was a little like Ben's voice - if Ben smoked regularly and spoke with such a cynically callous, proud edge to his voice.  - if, in short, he was completely unlike himself.

"Why is that?"  It was Stranger's low, compelling murmur, at an equal distance.

"We were wondering if we'd have to use larger weapons than our war droids to clear the damn forests so we could fight in the open.  Too many trees means they can go into hiding too easy.  And what's a continent or two turned to glass if we get the whole world after?" Juhani inhaled through her teeth, almost a hiss.

Are you asking me to kill him?Collapse )

[Part of this video, from 0:42 to around 1:03.  Then, most of this one.]

Juhani sighs, but says nothing.
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I must control my emotions.
Jan. 5th, 2011 @ 11:19 pm (no subject)
You must come to see what the Wilderness is, Ha       Briana.  [After a moment, the second 'n' is put in, much smaller to fit the little space between letters.]

I do not think I am mistaken.  The crystals which have been found within react to the Force.
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They were like gods.
Dec. 17th, 2010 @ 07:21 pm (no subject)
[Written midafternoon.  The writing is slow and a little sloppy.  She's trembling.]

Handmaiden has been killed. 

[long pause]

It would appear that she was buried alive on Captain Planet.

[a shorter pause]

Bastet.  [And here's the name of the NPC supervisor for her other job, which may or may not be Cornucopia]  I will not come in to work for some days.  I am sorry.  I am not

[Four small rips appear in the paper, surrounded by wrinkles.  It would seem that she had her hand flat on the page and then tightened that hand convulsively, catching it with her claws and crinkling the material.  After a moment, that's smoothed.]

I must have something which I can fight.  It
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I must control my emotions.
Dec. 4th, 2010 @ 10:47 am (no subject)
I had thought that this were a lightsaber [pause] but it seems that that is only partially correct.

Now I must replace this table.

...I must wonder if it can be dissembled and, with the components I already have, built into a proper blade.  I am reluctant to start, however.  Is this the way I should do it?  And its color...

Perhaps I will test it as it is now, first.

[Juhani has a lightwhip.  A red one.]
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I am wondering...
Nov. 23rd, 2010 @ 01:12 pm (no subject)
I told her that I would always remember what it is she did for me, even if she forgot.

I suppose that this means that I should endeavor to find out what precisely she did.

Handmaiden...  I desire to speak with you.
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I must control my emotions.
Nov. 7th, 2010 @ 05:26 pm (no subject)
This outfit displays quite a lot of metal studs set into [pause] possibly it is leather.  I am not sure.  It is an interesting effect.  I suppose that it is fortunate that, with so many others forced into outfits yet more extravagant, this draws little attention.

[Sigh.] But I must ask.  It has come with a dying and shortening of the hair that I am presently forced to possess.  At present, it is too short to keep out of my eyes, and it is tangled beyond my ability to straighten.  I am not certain if I wish to have it cut, but I cannot let it continue as it is.  Are there other options?

[Juhani is
Karen O... with Karen's type of hair, somehow.  Though, not knowing what to do with this kind of hair, hers has gotten snarled.]
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I am wondering...
Nov. 2nd, 2010 @ 10:29 pm (no subject)
It would appear that my blade cannot keep any sort of edge now.  I suppose that I am fortunate in that it is still metal, but I am not so practiced in the use of bludgeoning instruments.

It also seems that my appearance has been altered, though I remain recognizable.

I much prefer my own hair to this.

[She looks like
this, aka most representations of her which don't make her more catlike.]
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Your wish?
Oct. 15th, 2010 @ 03:44 pm (no subject)
I must [verb].  I [verb] that [noun] -

[What.  That wasn't what she wanted to write.]


[Noun][Proper noun][Type of vegetable].

[This is going nowhere.]

Never [verb].  It is not of any [adjective] [noun].
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My Cathar blood boils.
Oct. 8th, 2010 @ 08:59 pm (no subject)
I am sorry that I was unable to give warning before I was taken.  It is only within a few hours that I have returned.  Handmaiden has told me of what has occurred during my absence.

It is troubling. 

Perhaps it is simply that times of peace are not for such as I, and for such as the others here.  I shall try to remain vigilant against what I may permit and mitigate, and I shall not blame myself for wh   [She inks that out fastidiously.  What's a personal revelation for her probably doesn't mean the same for everyone else.]
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Sometimes I seem to want problems.
Aug. 31st, 2010 @ 12:59 am (no subject)
[The writing's not at all neat, and in larger, more dug-in letters than she usually uses.  Juhani can compensate fairly well with the Force, but she's not a Miraluka like Visas - she can sort of "see" the pencil marks on the page, but not well enough to read them without considerable effort and some strain, even when the letters are bigger and darker.  It shows.  After the crystalsplosion she snuck off before the medics could reach her and she's been lurking in the Park woods, so she doesn't know she's glowing or about the memory-sharing thing.]

I have discovered much about myself.  Enough that I know that someone such as I should not call herself after the paragon of my people.  My true name, the one I had forgotten, is Juhani.

If there is something that must be told to me, Handmaiden will be able to find me, I am sure.  I have missed work, and for this I must apologize.  I may start again tomorrow; I am impeded, but the Force is with me.  If I am to be without my sight, I am able to adapt to this.

[Some time later.]


I must ask that the scorpion left in my old dwelling be cared for.  It will be some time before I return.  It can survive alone for some time, but it does require feeding at intervals.
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I do not know why.
Aug. 11th, 2010 @ 11:37 am (no subject)
[Her writing's visibly shakier than usual, lines of text curving across the page rather than staying straight.  Strikes are readable with effort.]

Why

I cannot


What has happened?  Why am I unable to sense - anyone?  The people have not vanished, there is writing, but I

I feel as if I have gone blind.


Handmaiden, where are you?
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This is my grove.
Jul. 1st, 2010 @ 07:03 pm 08
I am- [What.  What is this.]

[The pen looks normal. When she checks it on her fingertip, the ink is black. Okay. Let's try again, slowly.]

There was- [The writing just gets... doused in glitter. When she purses her lips and blows on the page, some of it flies off and makes her Guard-partner raise his eyebrows. Quite a lot stays.]

[...okay. What about writing while blowing on the page? She'll just look at her Guard-partner until he looks away; he still owes her for freeing him from those stocks a few weeks ago and not laughing at his outfit.]

Once- [No. Hmm. She could close the journal now; it's not like she has anything that must be told immediately, and she will see Handmaiden again soon enough. Then again, it's just glitter. What is there to be ashamed of? Very well. But she will be as brief as she can.]

I am Cathar. Rise, I hope that you are well. Handmaiden, I wish to speak with you later.
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But this child made it happen.
Jun. 30th, 2010 @ 11:43 pm (no subject)
Sylvar had not yet named the scorpion.  It was not equipped to respond to a name, so it would little matter.  Even so, she considered many names.  This was difficult.  At times, when she was trying to think of a name that would fit a somewhat hostile predatory arthropod, a name would come to mind that she could not grasp.  Perhaps at those times she was thinking of someone from her lost past.

She contemplated this off and on.  Rise was at last no longer tied to her, and while moving to a new dwelling she had come to the conclusion that it would be a fine thing to have a woven rug.  So in the early morning, before her shift as a Guard began, she ventured into the Bazaar and found a small textiles shop, not stocked with clothing as was Bastet's.  It had only just opened, and the owner was sleepy enough that she threatened to collapse into her own wares.  Selecting a rug with a geometric pattern of triangles, Sylvar reached into one of her coin purses, the one on her hip.

She had just enough time to realize what this strange, different item was before it took her back to before.
I was. I'm not anymore.Collapse )

It ended; her sight and the Force returned to her.  It felt like waking from a dream.  Sylvar shook her head vigorously; the shopkeeper yawned and took her money.  She was sleepy and did not seem to notice that Sylvar's eyes were perhaps overfull.

Later, if only to herself, she started to call the scorpion Dak.

[OOC: This is this scene, slightly embellished.  Stranger is Light-Side Female Revan.  The older man is Jolee Bindo.  Sylvar's price is to have her writing doused in glitter for three days.]
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But this child made it happen.
Jun. 15th, 2010 @ 10:39 pm 07
What shall I do with this scorpion?
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I am wondering...
Jun. 12th, 2010 @ 07:07 pm OOC
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[Quicklog from here.]

[After meeting with Handmaiden, Sylvar goes there, keeping a not-eye on the Force around her, trying to avoid certain people, the various ones who are always angry or currently looking for something to despise. Oddly enough, she can't feel where Eternity is, and shelves that observation away.

She's still got the cane, which is utterly nondescript and made of some cheap metal, hollow inside to reduce the weight.]

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Your wish?
May. 28th, 2010 @ 01:37 am 06
If four people have been abducted by the lift and are reporting it at present, how is it that others are using it to come and go?

[Immediately after writing it, this sentence is struck out thoroughly; she just realized that this might be the dangerous kind of question.]


The petals of these flowers - I must inquire, are they cherry or sakura?  Is there a difference? - are less appealing once they have fallen and begun to brown.  Fortunately, although they are awkward to carry due to their size, it is not difficult, and clearing them impairs the cleanup only slightly.

[Pause.]

I have begun to have an unsettled feeling.  It is not something that I can trace.  Perhaps I am not strong enough to identify it.  Perhaps I am imagining things.
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I am wondering...
Apr. 26th, 2010 @ 08:16 pm 05
Upon first sight, I had believed that the creature which is now following me was an albino Hutt of some sort, but that is not the case.  And at any rate, no Hutt would allow a Huttling so discolored to survive to maturity.  While its appearance and cries are alarming and it moves rather more quickly than it would appear, it is harmless enough.  If entirely too voracious to be convenient.

If you are to see what appears to be a white slug of perhaps eight meters of length, therefore, do not cause a stir.  I shall not linger in any place where there is much that it might devour.

[It's a giant swamp slug.  And it's very hostile, but being an inflatable thing made of foam, rubber, and latex, with the thousands of radula/throat-teeth all turned into little squishy knobs, and with not nearly enough strength to slam someone into submission, seriously limits the threat factor.]

[written slowly and after a certain pause]


If I were to consider joining the ranks of the Guard, to whom would I speak?
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I am wondering...
Apr. 15th, 2010 @ 01:03 pm 04
If you are in a public building and you find a large cybernetic fish repeatedly slamming its body into the door with a sound that can only be described as "gashunk", it means that I am in this building, and it has followed me.  Do not allow it inside.  Although it cannot cause much if any harm, it takes up a significant percent of the available space.  As well, it has trouble turning about once inside, and I do not care for the need to go back and free it after escaping the building. 

It upsets the livestock.  I believe that one of the cattle may have escaped , and as soon as I confirm that she still has not been found, I will go searching for her.  This is tiresome.

[She gets a shark-machinefrom Gyo, though... it is painted foam mounted on legs that barely support its weight, and lacks the contagious gas-producing semi-zombifying bacteria.  And the legs aren't powered by the spirits of everyone who died in wars at sea or whatever - maybe all those whose cell phones rang when they were up to their elbows in clinging mucky stuff, but nothing more.]

[Also, Sylvar was napping during the Toushisploshion, and it sort of got incorporated into a regular dream.  There's a lengthy pause.]


I dreamed of someone who I once knew.  The dream evaporated when I woke, and I do not remember what happened within it - but the masked woman from my first dream was there, and featured far more prominently.  She was - she seemed -

No.  It was nothing more than a dream.
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My Cathar blood boils.
Apr. 8th, 2010 @ 05:45 pm 03
I shall be relieved when these unwelcome new markings are again gone, and strangers are not compelled to touch.  It is difficult to avoid all people while acquiring necessities.  I am not proud of how I responded to the first person who abruptly entered into my personal space, but, fortunately for the both of us, I managed not to injure her.

When they have vanished, I will need to search the Bazaar for some sort of beads.  Of the sort which are loose, not already sewn to fabric.  The sort of beads which can be worn in hair.

I know now that my mother wore such beads.
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I do not know why.
Apr. 7th, 2010 @ 11:29 pm (no subject)
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Sight/TasteCollapse )
[OOC: Juhani once mentions that her father "turned to stims" on Taris; this is a headcanon/AU memory of that.  Her price is to have this song play any time she runs water for three days.]
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Your wish?
Apr. 5th, 2010 @ 12:19 am OOC
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You may have noticed that Sylvar's very, very touchy about her appearance and how people react to it.  This post is here to explain why, and to request that if your character sees her, unless they really are worldly they should take notice.

Issues with HumansCollapse )

Uncanny ValleyCollapse )
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