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Update

Hey all! I’m alive! I’m so, so sorry for not being around recently, I had a flare-up of an illness again recently, and that on top of other responsibilities has made it really difficult for me to get on here and write. In any case, I want to get back to writing on here, so be prepared to see me around a lot more in the coming days. I plan to get to some responses I owe, as well as start some new interactions so if you want to throw anything my way, feel free to come into my ask or my IM’s! Thanks so much everybody for your patience and understanding! Can’t wait to get back to writing with you all!

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huntingbounties​:

     Roman couldn’t but to laugh when she said that they didn’t pick the fights they were landed in, knowing how untrue that was for himself. He definitely went out each night looking for some kind of spat to get into. There were corners he looked in for trouble, whether it was to do some good or it was to just get into a tustle. 

     “I don’t know about you, but I certainly go looking.” There was no chance he’d lie about that.

      Her own laugh at the joke had him still his hands over her would to apply pressure as she got it out of her system. He smirked himself, an eye catching her glance. Cops were definitely different from their breed of justice, for better or worse. The idea was planted in his head at a very age. Aaron never stopped talking about wanting to join the force, but that was as close as Roman got to the very idea of it all.

      “Alright, alright, lass, calm down. I’m workin’ ‘ere,” he joked, pointing to her wound before he went back to sewing with a slow hand. “Still, figured maybe you took one too many beatings and wanted a rest.”

Okay, maybe she’d been telling a teeny tiny white lie when she insisted that they didn’t go looking for fights themselves. Their father urged them against that kind of emotional response, but sometimes their energy became too bottled up, and it wasn’t difficult to find someone engaged in some sort of deviant behavior, so it wasn’t like they were short on options. 

“I’ve noticed,” she told him dryly, before smiling to herself. “Maybe I do, too. Just don’t tell anyone, okay? I’ve got a reputation as a do-gooder to uphold.” 

Her father had always insisted that they were an aid to the justice system, not a replacement for it, and Meda held that belief close. She had a feeling that the man stitching her up had a slightly different view of things, given what he had said to her when they first met. She didn’t know his full story, and she wouldn’t ask, but she’d run into a lot of types like that. Most of them had been wronged by the justice system in some way, and so she could hardly blame them for being skeptical. 

“Sorry, sorry,” she said, holding her hands up in surrender. “Can’t help that you’re a funny guy. If this vigilante thing doesn’t work out, maybe you should try your hand at comedy.” She ginned, but it dimmed a little at his next words. “Come on. We never get to rest. I’m sure you of al people know that.”

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Plotting call! Come plot or chat with me while I put off starters and drafts!

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Plotted starter for @darthwclker​

It all took a lot of getting used to. 

Meda was used to dividing her memories into before and after. Before Gardulla, after Gardulla, before Watto, after Watto, before Qui-Gon and after Qui-Gon. Before her mother’s death, and after. That one stung most bitterly of all.

Now it was before and after the war. Where before she had been compelled to bite down on her sharp retorts and cutting remarks and respond only with “Yes, Master,” or “No, Master,” now she was the one giving the orders, trying not to start every time one of the troops responded with an eager, “Yes, General Skywalker.” 

Right now, they were preparing for one of their first missions into the Outer Rim. Meda had found herself with unprecedented down time while they waited for the order from the Council to proceed. She took the time to retreat to her berth to try and meditate, though she’d never been any good at it. Her mind was always too busy to focus properly, and she’d never been able to shut out her feelings the way she was supposed to. 

The sound of the door to her quarters sliding open startled her out of her thoughts, and she looked up to see her brother entering the room. She smiled. “Does all of this feel as strange to you as it does to me?” she asked without preamble. They’d always lived on the same wavelength, never needing the formalities that others did. She moved over to allow him space to sit next to her. 

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huntingbounties​:

    Her joke made him smirk as he grabbed his needle and thread. He’d sew what he could, bandage the rest. It definitely wasn’t a fatal wound as long as they didn’t let it sit and drain all night.

     “Disappointingly to many pieces of shit, you’ll live. I’d say you’d do best to take a few nights to heal and recover but,” he shrugged with a small scoff, “when do we do that?”

      Roman got to it with nimble fingers. The first needle through the flesh was the worst part for him. It made his own skin crawl from the sight of it as well as the dull puncture of it going through. He tried his best to keep it under the radar, but he knew that she may pick it up. She was good at reading people after all. 

      “Still picking big fights, right.” That was no surprise. Her and her band of crusaders seemed to do that much like he did, though they didn’t seem to have powers like he did. 

      “Yeah, definitely. I’ve actually turned over a new leaf, joined the police force, and gotten a new diet that rests entirely on boot leather.”

She was about to protest that she couldn’t afford to take any time to rest when he beat her to the punch. He spoke her language. She grinned. “Not in this lifetime,” she agreed, bracing herself for the needle to pierce her skin. 

She could tell her was slightly unnerved at stitching up the wound, but she said nothing. Though she was good at hiding it, and she’d had plenty of time over the years to get used to it, she wasn’t a fan of this aspect of being stitched up either. Besides, she doubted he wanted any attention drawn to his discomfort, and since he was doing her a favor, it felt only right to oblige him. 

“I wouldn’t say I pick them,” she protested, though she knew that was debatable. “Not any more than you do, at any rate.” 

She actually laughed at that, a full, deep belly laugh that made her side throb in protest. “Please,” she said, once she had gathered her breath. "Like the police force would have either one of us. And I hear that the boot leather diet isn’t entirely conducive to crime-fighting.”

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