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Let it be known that all of the air was sucked out of the world when Ahsoka laid eyes on Anakin once more. He was unchanged - preserved just as she remembered him - and she first noticed this by the utterly recognizable sound of his voice. She turned - and there he was.

All of a sudden, her lungs felt as if they were made of paper. Delicate and frail, in a way that was so unlike her. Ahsoka felt the very real fear that she’d tear a hole right through them if she inhaled too sharply. So, instead, she kept her breath even and steady as she took in the cut of his gaze that was sharp enough to cut through the air between them.

The only saving grace of this entire conversation was that he called her ‘Ahsoka Tano.’ Not Snips. Not just Ahsoka. Her full name. It meant that despite the demeanor he projected, this was a fight. Like the old days when she would sleep in late for a mission or temporarily lose her lightsaber. He was angry or upset and that itself was validating in its own way. Anakin was more or less a flown blown Jedi, supposedly skilled in controlling his emotions. It was powerful knowing she could cause a shift that.

As for her own emotions? Well, she was no longer a Jedi so there was some room for forgiveness in the way her own emotions raged within her. And indeed they raged. What started off as a spark of irritation quickly morphed into a wildfire as soon as she was close enough to sense his presence. When she saw him, she wanted so desperately to call him ‘Skyguy’ and for them to fall into an old familiar pattern. And then she felt it -

She sensed the Dark Side in him.

Anger struck like lightning and then rolled through her like thunder. What was he doing? Her brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of it. It was him she was sensing… wasn’t it? ….Yes, it most definitely was. While her whole visage snapped into something a little more snarky nothing could stop the way the poison that dripped off Anakin’s tongue spread across Ahsoka like a disease.

“General Skywalker” she said with a mock salute, shoulders thrown back, standing straight just as she’d seen so many of the Republic’s forces do back in the day with much more respect than what she was showing him now. Her smirk was just a little too cock-sure, a little too mean. Just because he wasn’t going to call her Snips didn’t mean she wasn’t going to avoid old snippy habits. Besides, she liked the way the honorific distanced her from him. She needed that right now. “You’re telling me. You’re the last person I’d hoped to see.”

Lies, lies, lies lies - LIES. She was too busy reeling from the dark energy that crackled in the air around him - in him  - Anakin, what happened? She wanted to know what exactly had gone wrong and but didn’t dare utter the three words that lingered in the air.

Are you okay?

“But now that we’re here we might as well address the nerf in the room. You’re using the Dark Side now? That’s… coooool. Really proving yourself to be a Master worth sticking around for.”

She was in D.C. because she had sensed him here, but now that the moment was finally here… well… this was not the reunion she’d been hoping for.

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Swaying his shoulders forward, Anakin sauntered his feet ahead in brisk movements. His walk was grounded with grace but halted suddenly upon sensing a presence he had not felt in some time. The long black robe dragged at his feet as his body swiftly turned around. Anakin raised his chin up as he saw her, Ahsoka Tano. He was almost overwhelmed with emotion with his padawan only steps away from him. The two had often bumped heads seeing as she was stubborn and failed to listen to him much like himself with Obi-Wan, but nonetheless, he would have done anything for her. She had been a great friend, his only friend minus Obi-Wan and Artoo. But like all those who Anakin cared deeply for, he lost them eventually.

Anakin’s eyebrows stretched into a tight grimace, while standing tall and stoic, making no movements but instead calculated the other’s movements with the dark force. He took two short steps forward, remaining stiff.  Anger began to boil at the surface, awaiting for it to erupt. Anakin tightened both lips as he shifted his shoulders from side to side, with annoyance written all over his face. “ Ahsoka Tano, you’re the last person I’d expected to see.” The words escaped Anakin’s lips in a peeved tone.  

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Jyn hadn’t been paying any attention to the girl or whatever she was doing, all she wanted was to get some food and get the hell out of there. She hadn’t slept well, after following some dude around all night, and it didn’t help she had decided to drink after. So she was now sleepy, hungover and tired. The loud noise made her jump, her pounding head didn’t receive it that well. “Kid, this is not a playground. Whatever you’re doing, there’s a park a few blocks away.”

The girl talked too much and too fast, and Jyn was barely keeping up with her. Jyn lifted her glasses to her head and stared at the box the girl was offering. “That’s gross. How old do you think I am? Sixty?” Groaning, she reached for a mac and cheese box. “This is the best hangover cure I know.”

Not wanting to get involved in any more shenanigans, Jyn decided to leave that aisle and get out of there. But the smaller girl, and that was saying a lot all considering Jyn was small herself, was still trying to get cookies. And, at this rate, she would pull the shelf on her. Jyn rolled her eyes and reached for the tub of cookies and put it in the girl’s hand. “Do me a favor and don’t get yourself killed today.”

“Kid? Hey!” Ahsoka exclaimed with probably a little more offense than necessary. She did, however, think the term was quite off base. She was tempted to explain that she was once a Commander for some of the best squadrons in the Republic and she was hardly a “kid.” But before any of that could be said, the tub of cookies was shoved towards her.

“Alright fine. Maybe not sixty but anyone who has issues handling their liquor and gets killer hangovers because of it is an old person in my book.”

She put the tub back on the shelf not really wanting it anymore now that it was open and half the cookies were crushed. Basically no fun.

“But then again, I don’t know of any old people eating mac and cheese.”

Do me a favor and don’t get yourself killed today.

And at that - Ahsoka scoffed. This woman sounded so much like Anakin. But as quickly as the memories of her old Master came to her, Ahsoka struck them down. No point in dwelling on the past. No point in dwelling on thoughts of abandonment.

“Thanks lady, I was definitely planning on it but now that you’ve suggested otherwise….”

Ahsoka eyed the woman.

“Actually... I mean, I’ve always considered myself a reckless person but - yikes -” She gestured at the woman’s overall demeanor. “Maybe it’s you that needs to do me a favor and not get yourself killed today.”

She pointed at the mac and cheese. 

“Don’t tell me that’s your only hangover cure.” 

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Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano, Master & Padawan moodboard 

“Listen, I would never let anyone hurt you, Ahsoka, never”

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Ahsoka Tano, moodboard

“I have to sort this out on my own”

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It didn’t come to her as a gentle prickle on the back of her neck or a flutter of butterflies in her stomach as it sometimes did. No. This time, when Ahsoka felt it the presence of another force sensitive individual, it slammed into her like a wave and tingled in her very fingertips. It left her breathless in a way that made her head shoot up and her eyes dart around. Any observer might have thought her to have just run a marathon, so it was a good thing she was in a low-lit lounge where the clientele tended to keep to their own. Ahsoka was only here because of a job and she had only managed to slip into the 21 and over establishment (this world, with its weird, arbitrary rules) because of a handy-dandy mind trick. But in that moment, her priorities shifted and Ahsoka no longer sat there in the darkened room looking for the target of her next P.I. paycheck but rather, the source of what felt so familiar.

And then her eyes landed on a girl at the bar. Dark hair, pale skin. Strong in the force. It was her. She was certain of it. How did one even begin such a conversation?

Greetings? May the force be with you?

Wasn’t this the reason she’d come to D.C. in the first place? Because she’d felt the force here? Because she’d hoped Anakin was here? But now that she was actually faced with the very very real possibility of running into another force wielder - Ahoska paused and, in many ways, didn’t feel very much like Ahsoka the reckless one at all.  Finally deciding that maybe the best way was an act of solidarity, the former Jedi concentrated. With a slight flick of her wrist, she shifted a few glasses on the bar to line up perfectly in front of the other woman. The gesture was subtle enough that no one other than the woman it was intended for would notice.

And then she waited. 

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Sleep would take her like that, suddenly, like getting punched in the face and knocking her out almost instantaneously. Her insomnia kept her up most nights, but when exhaustion hit, it hit her like the bullet line. She rarely dreamed anymore, most nights were laced with nightmares.  

The sound of her door opening caused her to wake it a start. The action tore through whatever nightmares were haunting her that day and the Force jumped to her fingers. “What the - shit.” Her surprise was accentuated by a sudden burst of Force projection and the papers around her fluttered.

She looked up at the stranger, and then the state of of her office. Technically her studio was also her office space but most people who wandered in here were lost anyway.  Welp – Ahsoka probably looked a mess. In front of her there was a half eaten bag of gummy bears. She’s been pouring over a journal, taking diligent notes and it now lay strewn, partially open and a sentence cut off midway where Ahsoka had supposedly fallen asleep. She tried not to look sourly up at the newcomer, really, she didn’t but – ugh.

She scrubbed one hand over her face before saying with the utmost politeness she could muster:

“I’m sorry for the mess. I had a late night. Ahsoka Tano of Fulcrum Investigations. Are you uhhh... actually here for that or are you just lost?”

Ahsoka unceremoniously used a binder clip to seal the bag of gummy bears. She shoved them into the desk drawer before standing up to shake the other’s hand. 

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When Ahsoka sees Padme out there across the D.C. streets in the middle of the bright, burning day she thinks she has entered some sort of purgatory. Where else would she be to have all the incomplete bits of her life suddenly resurface under such pretenses? First feelings of the Force and now Padme?

Padme. She couldn’t breathe. What was Padme doing here? She couldn’t breathe.

Ahsoka stood on the opposite sidewalk for a moment, watching the woman from across the street, wondering if she was somehow mistaken.

She wasn’t.

Same face, same posture, same everything. Padme looked out of place here. A mere ghost of the past. The last time Ahsoka had seen the woman, it was as her defender - as someone who had failed her and as someone who had been failed by the system. The memory was hallowed ground that Ahsoka had no intention of stomping around on. And yet, here she was. Padme was here… Padme was here. Which meant.... Anakin couldn’t be far -  and she couldn’t breathe.

“Padme?” Ahsoka finally managed to call out from across the narrow street, like a drowning swimmer choosing to spend their last breath on a cry for help. She dared not approach. She dared not touch - lest of all this be nothing more than a spectre.

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“Oh, were you talking to me? Yikes, sorry. I must have spaced out for a second.”

For a moment, as she peered into the face of the stranger, she was hit with how familiar this felt. This was how the wheel turned when she was Anakin’s padawan. He would be in the midst of imparting some sage advice to her only to catch Ahsoka parsecs away dreaming of being on the frontlines.

But no more.

Ahsoka straightened up. Her demeanor was usually welcoming, if a little too enthusiastic, a little too loud. This was no different.

“What’s up? How can I help you?”

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“So there’s a lot of weird stuff about this place, but you know what the weirdest is? The fact that y’all decide to stay grounded on the surface of your planet. There’s so much stuff out there and and yet…. You just stay down here. How do you not get bored? I’ve only been here, like a month, and I’m already bored. Come on! Develop advanced space-travel already.”

Ahsoka mused out loud as she adjusted the lens on her camera. She’d been hired as a P.I. for another case and was in the midst of setting up for this whole stakeout business.

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“I admit, Ahsoka’s a little rough around the edges, but with a great deal of training… and patience… she might amount to something.”

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When one was too short, it only made sense to use the force to retrieve whatever item was on the top shelf at the grocery store. Ahsoka had tried reaching on her tip toes - had even tried stepping on the bottom shelf - before finally saying fuck it! and deciding to just rely on her own innate gifts. (Besides, she liked to think of the force as a muscle. If you wanted to hold control over it, you had to exercise it on the regular.) She’d looked both ways and everything to ensure that no one else was in the aisle with her, so imagine her surprise when out of absolutely nowhere a voice broke her concentration with a:

“Are you going to take that or what?”

The tub of cookies she’d managed to levitate forward from the back of the top shelf went crashing - right on top of the stranger that had managed to startle her. Once upon a time her force sensitivity meant no one could sneak up on her - but it seemed she was getting rusty.

Now, Ahsoka all but jumped with a small yelp. 

“Oh! Sod it! I’m sorry - that just -- ” 

The tub had burst open upon impact with the floor and the cookies scattered everywhere. How did you explain a mysterious floating bucket of cookies to a stranger? You didn’t. You pretended to act just as surprised.

Ahsoka gave a strained laugh. 

“-- Came out of nowhere. Wow. Wow! Weird, right? What a -”

The woman, who’d looked quite sour to begin with, somehow managed to look even more sour. Ahsoka could smell the whiskey from here. The former Jedi cleared her throat and grabbed a box of oatmeal raisin (Ew.) from the shelf right next to her. 

“Sorry to block your way. Here ya go. Oatmeal raisin. Best hangover cure I know of.” 

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The market was always so crowded, but a girl gotta eat and was just a few blocks away from her apartment. Her fingers reached up to fix her sunglasses, her head pounding painfully as she regretted having drunk that much the night before. Right now she wished to get food and go back to her apartment – she already missed the silence. “Are you going to take that or what?” She asked the person who had been blocking her way for the last few moments. 

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“Oh yeah - totally.” 

She said it with such ease that Ahsoka didn’t even need to look up from her phone. It was about as close to a blatant lie as she could get. She knew basically next to nothing about this place though she liked to to think herself a quick learner.

Ahsoka did, however, internally wince a little at how easily the lie to came to her. What would her old Jedi master think? But, like markings on a sandy shore, the guilt was quickly washed away by the waves of her newly constructed facade. Here, in D.C., she was a P.I. at her very own totally-legit-definitely-not-sketchy-private-investigation-firm, Fulcrum. Padawan Tano, who?

“Know it like the back of my hand.”

She flashed the stranger a grin and slipped her phone into her back pocket. For a split second it morphed into a grimace as she noticed the cigarette perched between his lips. Ahsoka wrinkled her nose at the habit. Yuck.

Then she was back to grinning. Her eyes snapped up to his. He looked sharp. She idly wondered if he remembered.

“What are you looking for?”

Taking a long drag on his cigarette, Dorian looked at the street surrounding him – he could see the capital building on the distant horizon, a thing he’d never thought he’d seen considering he’d never had an interest in travelling to America. Yet here he was: in America, in D.C., in the year 2018. What a strange occurrence. “You wouldn’t happen to be familiar with this city, would you?” he asked, turning to the nearest person. His accent immediately marked him as foreign. “I’m afraid I’m lost.”

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Was that [LAURA HARRIER]? Oh no no, that was just [AHSOKA TANO], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [STAR WARS]. They are [18] years old and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long. {ooc: rey, 21+, she/her, PST} 

How long has your character been here?

A little over a month. After being displaced in space and time, Ahsoka’s headed towards the place where she felt the most force sensitive persons. 

What is your character’s job?

She should probably be in school, but Ahsoka’s manages to divert any inquiring minds with a few Jedi mind tricks. For now, she’s managed to start up her own private investigation business called “Fulcrum Investigations.” What started off as a cover for why she wasn’t in school has now awkwardly bloomed into a business. Sure, it’s hardly a business because it’s literally run by an 18 year old and she is the sole employee, but that doesn’t stop Ahsoka from snooping around and getting people to pay her for it. 

Where has your character been pulled from in their fandom?

Soon after refusing the Jedi Council’s offer to rejoin the Order. Not too long after leaving behind the Order and Anakin in hopes of finding a new path, Ahsoka wound up here.  

Has any magic affected your character?

Yes! Ahsoka finds that she’s still very force sensitive. It helps with her job. She keeps a lightsaber on her, but learned quickly that she could not just whip it out anywhere.

Any other information?

Ahsoka sees this whole "winding up in a different dimension” thing as a bit of an adventure 

Because of where she is in her personal timeline, Ahsoka is in the phase of her life where she is learning to disassociate with being a Jedi.... after training her whole life to be one. She’s disillusioned to the max. 

For those unfamiliar with Star Wars, Ahsoka is Anakin Skywalker (Darth Vader’s) padawan. Ahsoka thinks she senses Anakin in Washington, but is trying not to get her hopes up

Personality: Snarky, cocky, stubborn, reckless and impulsive, yet loyal, brave, generous and kind-hearted

Sexuality: Pansexual

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