[ compared to the rest of the world, a void still forming, the bar looks positively normal. the observable lack of electricity despite lighting and equipment that would use it strikes her odd, as if everything is hooked up but not to any power source. ahsoka heads up to the attic, intent of figuring out if she can find wiring to follow, but the only thing up here are the remnants of a room. she touches the desk and frowns at the lack of dust despite the completely abandoned feeling of the room. as if no life has ever lived here - it must be so with how the surroundings just came into being.
she takes a seat at the bed and without thinking leans down to lie on her back, eyes boring into the ceiling. how long has it been since she last rested? it's hard to say between the wreckage of the republic ship and suddenly finding herself in a strange new world, perhaps even galaxy. her eyes blink heavy and slow and she stretches, turning to curl on her side.
if she doesn't sense danger, then there's no harm taking a short nap? ]
II: USJ/Burning Mansion
[ ahsoka, despite trained to proceed with caution and care, has never been good at exercising those traits. case in point: the burning manor. caught on fire and ready to breakdown, ahsoka immediately charges toward danger and is ready to push back whatever fire she can to safely enter. yet the moment the first fires lick at her skin, she sees it for what it is -- an illusion. an advanced hologram maybe? ]
Well, that's a relief. [ a surprise, to be sure, but a welcomed one. her stance does not slack but the tension of danger breathes out, not even inhaling any associated fumes with the blaze. the sound of footsteps from behind, another person entering the dome, gets her to turn. She's quick to call out: ] The fire isn't real. It just looks like it's burning down.
III: Body Snatchers
[ Anakin. it's the only thought she has when she sees his figure, hears his voice distantly call out her name, and it's enough to get her rushing toward him. her relief turns to shock when the figure morphs into a beast, closing the distance between them with a charge. instinct and a lifetime of training kick in, her hands swinging up to push the monster back with a psychic force.
the ghowl is thrown back and ahsoka reaches for her belt - unequipped and without the weapon she has grown attached to having. all the while the monster is recovering and looking angry. she breathes in sharp and gets into stance, not expecting to get any help. after all, it's the way of life now. ]
Ahsoka Tano | Star Wars
[ compared to the rest of the world, a void still forming, the bar looks positively normal. the observable lack of electricity despite lighting and equipment that would use it strikes her odd, as if everything is hooked up but not to any power source. ahsoka heads up to the attic, intent of figuring out if she can find wiring to follow, but the only thing up here are the remnants of a room. she touches the desk and frowns at the lack of dust despite the completely abandoned feeling of the room. as if no life has ever lived here - it must be so with how the surroundings just came into being.
she takes a seat at the bed and without thinking leans down to lie on her back, eyes boring into the ceiling. how long has it been since she last rested? it's hard to say between the wreckage of the republic ship and suddenly finding herself in a strange new world, perhaps even galaxy. her eyes blink heavy and slow and she stretches, turning to curl on her side.
if she doesn't sense danger, then there's no harm taking a short nap? ]
II: USJ/Burning Mansion
[ ahsoka, despite trained to proceed with caution and care, has never been good at exercising those traits. case in point: the burning manor. caught on fire and ready to breakdown, ahsoka immediately charges toward danger and is ready to push back whatever fire she can to safely enter. yet the moment the first fires lick at her skin, she sees it for what it is -- an illusion. an advanced hologram maybe? ]
Well, that's a relief. [ a surprise, to be sure, but a welcomed one. her stance does not slack but the tension of danger breathes out, not even inhaling any associated fumes with the blaze. the sound of footsteps from behind, another person entering the dome, gets her to turn. She's quick to call out: ] The fire isn't real. It just looks like it's burning down.
III: Body Snatchers
[ Anakin. it's the only thought she has when she sees his figure, hears his voice distantly call out her name, and it's enough to get her rushing toward him. her relief turns to shock when the figure morphs into a beast, closing the distance between them with a charge. instinct and a lifetime of training kick in, her hands swinging up to push the monster back with a psychic force.
the ghowl is thrown back and ahsoka reaches for her belt - unequipped and without the weapon she has grown attached to having. all the while the monster is recovering and looking angry. she breathes in sharp and gets into stance, not expecting to get any help. after all, it's the way of life now. ]