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Demon Marcus, Sunday

"It's the most wonderful tiiime of the yeeear..."

It wasn't that Sparkle was in denial about what weekend it was or anything, really. Honest. Hell, it wasn't even that he was doing much better today than he had been in weeks. It was just that it was October now. Which meant that he had carte blanche to start pulling out the Halloween decorations. He was getting into the groove of it, here. Fake cobwebs, little glow-in-the-dark spiders to go in them... He hadn't gone so far as to replace all the mannequins with skeletons yet, but that was definitely on the docket.

Just as soon as he got some skeletons, mostly.

"There'll be trick-or-treat going, egg cartons for throwing, and hearts full of fear! It's the most wonderful tiiime of the yeeear!"

Just wait until he set up the big bowl of candy.

[OOC: IT'S HALLOWEEN. I mean, in a few weeks, but IT'S HALLOWEEN. Open, OCD-free!]

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"Good," Brianna said. "Atton was not lying about your work."

Weren't you happy to find an extremely white girl stalking into your shop like that, Sparkle?

Sparkle was... mostly confused when the extremely white girl stalked into his shop, honestly. It left him kind of pausing halfway through opening a package of sparkly black bat-shaped garlands. And blinking.

There was a lot of blinking.

"Oh, uh. Hi, Brianna." See, this was unexpected. "... Why would Atton lie about where I work?"

Except possibly to spare him from having Brianna show up while he was working?

Mostly that last part.

"It's Atton," Brianna said mildly. "Only an idiot trusts anything that comes out of his mouth. I see you are still alive."

Determining that her main objective in coming to this shop, so that was good.

"I'm alive," he agreed, then glanced downward at himself for a second as if he was checking to make sure. Sometimes that just seemed like the thing to do. "And basically all accounted for, yeah."

All of his parts were still attached. Gold star?

"Good."

Yes. If Brianna were handing out any gold stars today, Sparkle would get one.

"No remaining injuries or trauma?"

Sparkle shifted his weight a little, trying not to look too blatantly uncomfortable. For all the good it would do while talking to a Jedi, granted, but it was mostly for his own benefit anyway.

"I... guess not?" He bit the inside of his cheek a little. "I mean, nothing that's going to hold me back physically or anything. There's a scar?"

He was also pretty sure that wasn't entirely what she was asking.

It wouldn't do much good opposite any Jedi, but Brianna was a particularly poor choice to fake near-- her expertise was body language. So she raised an eyebrow at his shifting.

"Where?" she asked.

Sparkle blew out a little sigh.

"On my shoulder. It's ugly, but whatever," he muttered, and tugged the neck of his shirt out of the way to show her the extent of the damage. "Would've been worse if it wasn't for the kolto anyway."

Brianna crossed the room to get a better look at it, tilting her head critically. "It won't impair too much function," she said. "Good."

To his credit, Sparkle didn't lean back, at least. He did manage to nod a little, though. And really, he would have had the same impulse to retreat if it had been anybody, though Brianna was a special sort of intimidating all her own.

"It hasn't really been. Not much, anyway."

Yeah, the scar really wasn't what was holding Sparkle back, these days.

Being so up close gave Brianna the opportunity to analyze him more fully, her expression narrowing. "I apologize," she said. "You should not have come to harm in our Temple."

Sparkle blew out a little breath at that. It was almost a laugh, something not quite surprised, but maybe a little out of his depth.

People didn't apologize to Sparkle often.

"It's..." Okay, it wasn't fine, so he was going to gloss over that part all the same. "... history, anyway. Your Temple is just one more place on the really long list of places that isn't safe, and that list more or less begins with 'everywhere,' so..."

He hesitated before adding, "And besides, it wasn't your fault."

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"No," she agreed readily. "It was not. But we rebuilt the Temple to make it a safe space once again, as it was before the Jedi Purge. We failed in our aims. If we do not recognize such failure and make amends where necessary, we will be no better than the Jedi who came before us."

That actually seemed reasonable. Sensible. Sometimes Jedi seemed to have that part figured out, apparently. Sparkle nodded a little bit, biting back a sigh.

"Well, then it sounds like you guys have your work cut out for you," he noted. "Where do you even start with something like that?"

"Improving the security of the Temple. Helping the systems affected by the cartel in cleaning up remaining cells," Brianna said. "And I came here to see you. If there is any medical help you might need, please let us know?"

Okay, so help him, Sparkle needed to fidget, here.

"I appreciate the offer, but medically, I'm fine. Honest," he replied, nodding at his shoulder. "That's the worst of it, there. Everything else is in my head, and that... I'm dealing with that."

Sort of.

"You should try to meditate," Brianna said, being terribly Jedi about it, and then, being terribly Echani about it, added: "Or spar. This always sets my mind at ease."

Something about that answer didn't actually surprise Sparkle all that much, but it did get a little smile out of him.

"I haven't sparred in a while," he admitted. "Or meditated. I probably should get back into... those things."

Maybe not so much with the sparring here inside the shop, but, still.

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