Worst log ever

[echo_of_a_jedi]

Who: Meetra and OPEN
Where: Pisces Floor 9 Laundromat
Summary: Laundry
Warnings: Mundanity

As much as she was concerned with unraveling the mysteries of this city, today was Saturday, and Meetra had learned that Saturday was the day for doing mundane chores you normally don't think about when working a steady job or saving the galaxy.

Particularly, it was a day for buying yourself more than one set of clothes, like after she first got here, or washing them, like right now. In particular, Meetra was out of her usual robe and wearing a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants that would probably be disconcerting to anyone she knew at home, or anyone who had wardrobe expectations of Jedi. On the other hand, they were comfortable enough to wear under her robe that it's not like anyone would normally notice. So attired, she was meditating on the circular motion of the coin-operated washing machine. And by meditating we mean staring at it.

"Something about this seems inefficient, but I can't put my finger on it..."

Comments

[belfire]

"..."

Kazuya squinted before blinking abruptly.

"Oh! Yeah! Huh, I didn't recognise you without your cloak and dagger."

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"It's a robe, and I've never carried a dagger," she commented, more amused than anything. "I almost didn't recognize you not attempting to look like an evil overlord myself, though."

[belfire]

Kazuya just 'tch'd. "I don't have to attempt to be a cool overlord, and I'm more of a Chaotic Neutral than anything." Dammit, Atsuro's Gamer Speech was leaking over to him.

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"Well, non-evil is a definite improvement," she said, even if the presence she felt in the Force was still...confusing, to say the least.

[belfire]

"Evil's sort of subjective anyway," Kazuya said dismissively, lifting his arms high above his head as he stretched out his back. "What some people think is evil actually isn't, and what some people think is good is in fact a class-A Bastard with the temperament of a spoilt brat."

...yup, definitely not talking about a specific person. Nope.

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"You sound like an old friend of mine on a bad day," Meetra replied. Okay, actually, that sounded like the majority of her friends and acquaintances, but Revan especially.

"Perception can be a nasty thing that way. When someone's faults or lies come to light, it's even more devastating if you had them on a pedestal of 'good' first."

[belfire]

Kazuya let out a snort of laughter. Oh, that explained his situation pretty well - in regards to God and his cousin. "Hah! Yeah, that's kind of right..."

He dropped his hands, rocking backwards and forth on the balls of his feet as he tilted his head, glancing at the woman on the floor.

"So I never caught your name - or if you told me it, I don't remember it."

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"Meetra Surik," she said, giving him a nod of the head in return. "So did you ever manage to do what you were trying to do back then?"

[belfire]

"No," Kazuya wrinkled his nose, actually starting to pout. "My powers are all messed up here, and they're not getting any better. Atsuro said it was probably because I'm too far away from- er, my energy source..."

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"Energy source?" she asked, curious. "I guess I'm lucky that my power's for an energy field created by every living thing..."

That, and she'd figured out how to use others' power in the Force second-hand, but that ability was creepy enough that she didn't feel like sharing it.

[belfire]

"It's complicated," Kazuya grumbled, adjusting his headphones in an agitated manner. "I have the power source in me, but at the same time, it draws power from somewhere else. It's dumb."

Kazuya has, after all, absorbed all the Bel demons within himself, and he could still feel them shifting about in there, so coming here hadn't split him off from the Power of Bel. But as Atsuro suggested, maybe the majority of his power was linked to Hell, or whatever the demon world was called, so being so far away made the connection shaky.

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"So, you need to be connected to somewhere," she guessed.

"Sorry it's so difficult for you, but I guess adversity can make you stronger, right?"

[belfire]

Kazuya looked like he was struggling not to laugh. "Y-Yeah. Adversity does make you strong, s'long as you survive it that is. Heh."

He plonked himself down on the floor after that, pulling his knees to his chest and staring at the washing machine with a bored expression. He hated waiting for his clothes to finish washing, and he was too paranoid to wander off and leave them alone until they were done.

"So I'm guessing you live here - or your own apartment complex's laundry room is full."

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"Yeah, right here on this floor," she said. Something about the way he changed the subject...whatever his story was, it must be interesting, at least.

"I think I've seen almost everyone who lives here today..."

[belfire]

"Well, you know what they say about laundry rooms. They're the social hub of apartment complexes. They may as well put a bar and shit in here," Kazuya said, his tone teasing. "It'd certainly make the wait for the washing more tolerable."

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"Well, really, I'd just leave things here if I had anything better to do. And more than three sets of clothes."

#raisedinamonasteryproblems.

"I can't say I mind meeting people, though," she admitted.

[belfire]

"Hm, a brave soul indeed would leave their clothes to the mercy of anyone who walks in here," Kazuya scoffed. "You don't have a job or anything yet, I'm guessing?"

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"I've never had what you'd call a day job, and I didn't really see the need to start here," she admitted.

"Although I guess I was really a soldier for a while, formalities about who I was working for aside."

[belfire]

"Oh, holla fellow warrior," Kazuya grinned, adopting a drawling accent before chuckling to himself. "To be honest you kind of scream soldier lady - even in your...pyjamas, I'm guessing."

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"Really? I got out of anything you'd call a military about ten years ago," she said. "Although I guess I've still been fighting enough to count, lately."

[belfire]

"You don't have to be part of a military to be a solider," Kazuya shrugged, turning his attention back on the spinning drum of the washing machine, "Kids can be soldiers, s'well as old men."

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"I'd draw the line at recruiting a kid. Old men, though, that's their prerogative," she said, thinking on that. Really, regardless, it was just that choice to fight that made someone a warrior or a soldier...

[belfire]

"Yeah, but I don't mean recruiting them. They just become soldiers. Let's say the world falls into chaos, everyone's fighting against each other like animals, and on top of that, you have demons flying around killing everyone too - no one's gonna spare you because you're a kid. That just makes you an easier target."

Kazuya leaned back on his hands, stretching his legs out before him. He was grinning. "Soo~ no recruiting happened there. One moment normal kid, BAM, next moment you're a soldier."

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"I see."

That kind of destruction, forcing innocents to fight or die...

"The whole reason I started fighting was to prevent things like that," she said, expression dark. "No one should be forced into war, least of all kids."

[belfire]

"Well, shit happens and all that," Kazuya said dismissively. "Though, you know what's funny?" he continued after a pause, abruptly flopping completely onto his back, staring up at the ceiling with his arms spread out wide. "When those kids win the war for everyone. That's so messed up."