Kanan Jarrus, The Last Padawan (
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Wandering the Labyrinth, Friday Afternoon
It was funny, really. No matter how many times Kanan tried to get anywhere but the school, he seemed to wind up back at the school.
It had started out as an attempt to run a rescue mission, of sorts. If people were going missing, what better tool than the Force to help find them, right? And so he'd assembled his lightsaber, made certain there was enough ammunition for his blaster, and then he'd set out on a search for any... he didn't know what. Spheres that needed breaking? Kidnappers that needed shaking down?
He'd wound up at the school. Turned around, walked away from it, and wound up there again. Even stuck around for Rosa's class. He was there anyway, apparently this was what he needed to do, right?
Left.
Back to the school.
Left.
Back to the school.
"This is starting to get repetitive," he muttered to himself. And wound up, once again, back at the school.
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It had started out as an attempt to run a rescue mission, of sorts. If people were going missing, what better tool than the Force to help find them, right? And so he'd assembled his lightsaber, made certain there was enough ammunition for his blaster, and then he'd set out on a search for any... he didn't know what. Spheres that needed breaking? Kidnappers that needed shaking down?
He'd wound up at the school. Turned around, walked away from it, and wound up there again. Even stuck around for Rosa's class. He was there anyway, apparently this was what he needed to do, right?
Left.
Back to the school.
Left.
Back to the school.
"This is starting to get repetitive," he muttered to himself. And wound up, once again, back at the school.
[OOC: Open!]
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Anyway, guess who was calling!
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Well... Kanan wasn't getting anywhere anyway. He shrugged, and then answered his phone.
"Afternoon, Rey."
There were no immediate sounds of horror floating about, at least. That was a good sign, right?
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If she sounded a little cautious, well, she was on to this place.
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"... Well, the good news is, nothing has tried to kill anyone yet."
He didn't think, anyway.
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"The bad news is that the whole island has become a giant hedge maze and I think there are little people trying to kidnap everyone," Kanan offered. "And I left Stance at home."
Guess who was wandering the maze, Rey!
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Rey was basically a monkey.
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"I can jump the maze. From a standstill. The maze seems to have other plans, though."
Because jumping from here to there should have him headed toward the park. It should, damn it.
"... And I'm back at the school."
Sigh.
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"I know where I just was. I was on the side of the park opposite to home. All I had to do was cross the damn park, and then I'd be able to walk up to my apartment, go inside, maybe throw a ball for the dog or something. Jumping the hedge to get into the park shouldn't leave me standing outside the school again."
A beat.
"Or near the bog that seems to have bubbled up here."
It was... bad. The smell was bad.
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There was a moment's pause as Kanan turned around and... walked smack into the school's front door.
Not the most graceful moment he'd ever had.
"... Well," he muttered. "The good news is, my nose probably isn't broken."
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"That door wasn't behind me a second ago," Kanan muttered, reaching up to see if he could maybe at least staunch that bleeding. Ugh. He was going to have raccoon eyes from that one. "I'm going inside, at least while we're talking. I don't want to walk into any more doors."
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"The inside seems to be pretty straightforward, so far," Kanan hedged, cautiously stepping inside. "I'll let you know if I smack into another door, though."
A few moments later, "At least it smells better in here."
Seriously, what was up with that bog?
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Not even the nosebleed could save him from the particular odor of the Bog of Eternal Stench.
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He'd smelled a lot of things in their galaxy, including himself after two weeks of being on the run, wading through garbage just to find food. This beat them all.
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She was okay not having smell-o-vision.
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Flatulent?
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She probably didn't have a busted nose, at least.
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And it happened often enough to not be a big deal.
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