REVERIE 🌊🪶
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the sun is shining through the water and making bubbles
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REVERIE:
noun / rev(a)ri/
A state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.
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noun / rev(a)ri/
A state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.
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SFW RP (OC is a minor)
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The sea feels… unruly today.
I wonder if there’s a storm coming soon…
No matter. At least I have shelter now
I wonder if there’s a storm coming soon…
No matter. At least I have shelter now
March 15, 2025 at 11:18 PM
The sea feels… unruly today.
I wonder if there’s a storm coming soon…
No matter. At least I have shelter now
I wonder if there’s a storm coming soon…
No matter. At least I have shelter now
“Jira.” They repeated, turning their head to the side ever so slightly. “It’s nice. We should go. Incase the crash attracted any unwanted attention. I trust you know the way?”
In all honesty, Reverie quite liked this girl. She was brave, and intelligent, and seemed kind enough. They knew (cont)
In all honesty, Reverie quite liked this girl. She was brave, and intelligent, and seemed kind enough. They knew (cont)
February 26, 2025 at 8:08 PM
“Jira.” They repeated, turning their head to the side ever so slightly. “It’s nice. We should go. Incase the crash attracted any unwanted attention. I trust you know the way?”
In all honesty, Reverie quite liked this girl. She was brave, and intelligent, and seemed kind enough. They knew (cont)
In all honesty, Reverie quite liked this girl. She was brave, and intelligent, and seemed kind enough. They knew (cont)
The air may be cold, but the sea is calm today. Now is the time of rest. Take care of yourself.
a cave in the ocean with the sun shining through
ALT: a cave in the ocean with the sun shining through
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February 18, 2025 at 9:23 PM
The air may be cold, but the sea is calm today. Now is the time of rest. Take care of yourself.
Overwhelmed, Reverie just nods, their mask thankfully covering up any expression.
“…I am Bluejay.” Their moniker tastes like ash in their mouth, but it was dangerous to give anyone their name or face, force sensitive or not. “Thank you. For helping me. I…” A pause. (Cont)
“…I am Bluejay.” Their moniker tastes like ash in their mouth, but it was dangerous to give anyone their name or face, force sensitive or not. “Thank you. For helping me. I…” A pause. (Cont)
February 18, 2025 at 9:20 PM
Overwhelmed, Reverie just nods, their mask thankfully covering up any expression.
“…I am Bluejay.” Their moniker tastes like ash in their mouth, but it was dangerous to give anyone their name or face, force sensitive or not. “Thank you. For helping me. I…” A pause. (Cont)
“…I am Bluejay.” Their moniker tastes like ash in their mouth, but it was dangerous to give anyone their name or face, force sensitive or not. “Thank you. For helping me. I…” A pause. (Cont)
Despite themselves, they let out a huff of amusement, carefully balancing onto the boat, sitting in the corner on the opposite end of Crosshair.
All things considered, this was no the worst outcome. The stranger was kind, if not a bit familiar, and the island was beautiful. (Cont)
All things considered, this was no the worst outcome. The stranger was kind, if not a bit familiar, and the island was beautiful. (Cont)
"Heh...don't worry, I won't let it go to my head."
*Taking up the controls once again, he motions for the kid to take a seat, as it's still some distance back to shore.*
"Now...let's get out of here before the sharks get curious."
[more]
*Taking up the controls once again, he motions for the kid to take a seat, as it's still some distance back to shore.*
"Now...let's get out of here before the sharks get curious."
[more]
*That was… unexpected. And oddly persistent. In normal circumstances, it would make them wary of the other person’s intentions, but they were much too tired to care.*
“…Okay.” *A pause.* “Thank you for helping me. You are kind.” *Their mask didn’t betray an expression, but they sounded solemn.*
“…Okay.” *A pause.* “Thank you for helping me. You are kind.” *Their mask didn’t betray an expression, but they sounded solemn.*
February 17, 2025 at 1:55 AM
Despite themselves, they let out a huff of amusement, carefully balancing onto the boat, sitting in the corner on the opposite end of Crosshair.
All things considered, this was no the worst outcome. The stranger was kind, if not a bit familiar, and the island was beautiful. (Cont)
All things considered, this was no the worst outcome. The stranger was kind, if not a bit familiar, and the island was beautiful. (Cont)
Someone like them.
Someone like them!
If Reverie were any less vulnerable, they’d cry with joy. But the wonderful stranger was right— admitting something like that was dangerous, especially now.
“U-Um…” They stumbled “I injured my shoulder, but I will be okay. I can manage.”
Someone like them!
If Reverie were any less vulnerable, they’d cry with joy. But the wonderful stranger was right— admitting something like that was dangerous, especially now.
“U-Um…” They stumbled “I injured my shoulder, but I will be okay. I can manage.”
February 17, 2025 at 1:42 AM
Someone like them.
Someone like them!
If Reverie were any less vulnerable, they’d cry with joy. But the wonderful stranger was right— admitting something like that was dangerous, especially now.
“U-Um…” They stumbled “I injured my shoulder, but I will be okay. I can manage.”
Someone like them!
If Reverie were any less vulnerable, they’d cry with joy. But the wonderful stranger was right— admitting something like that was dangerous, especially now.
“U-Um…” They stumbled “I injured my shoulder, but I will be okay. I can manage.”
*They snapped to attention, like suddenly being dunked into cold water, as their hair on the back of their neck stood up.
The White Current.
There’s a million questions they want to ask, but not drowning is currently pretty high on their list of priorities. In an uncharacteristic—
The White Current.
There’s a million questions they want to ask, but not drowning is currently pretty high on their list of priorities. In an uncharacteristic—
February 11, 2025 at 11:30 PM
*They snapped to attention, like suddenly being dunked into cold water, as their hair on the back of their neck stood up.
The White Current.
There’s a million questions they want to ask, but not drowning is currently pretty high on their list of priorities. In an uncharacteristic—
The White Current.
There’s a million questions they want to ask, but not drowning is currently pretty high on their list of priorities. In an uncharacteristic—
//I’VE BEEN RELEASED FROM MY SHACKLES IM FINALLY HOME
February 11, 2025 at 11:04 PM
//I’VE BEEN RELEASED FROM MY SHACKLES IM FINALLY HOME
*…there. Whatever happens after this is up to the White Current, and they’re not in the mood to be picky*
*Reverie flinched as cold, sharp pain shot through their shoulder. Okay, bad. Very, very bad. Might’ve broken it on impact. Very, very bad. They reach down to muster up any supplies—
*Reverie flinched as cold, sharp pain shot through their shoulder. Okay, bad. Very, very bad. Might’ve broken it on impact. Very, very bad. They reach down to muster up any supplies—
February 11, 2025 at 12:52 PM
*…there. Whatever happens after this is up to the White Current, and they’re not in the mood to be picky*
*Reverie flinched as cold, sharp pain shot through their shoulder. Okay, bad. Very, very bad. Might’ve broken it on impact. Very, very bad. They reach down to muster up any supplies—
*Reverie flinched as cold, sharp pain shot through their shoulder. Okay, bad. Very, very bad. Might’ve broken it on impact. Very, very bad. They reach down to muster up any supplies—
*That was… unexpected. And oddly persistent. In normal circumstances, it would make them wary of the other person’s intentions, but they were much too tired to care.*
“…Okay.” *A pause.* “Thank you for helping me. You are kind.” *Their mask didn’t betray an expression, but they sounded solemn.*
“…Okay.” *A pause.* “Thank you for helping me. You are kind.” *Their mask didn’t betray an expression, but they sounded solemn.*
"There's no such thing as 'just handling' injury," he answered firmly. "You're going to need a medic or a healer for that, which we have several of on land."
“…Shoulder got injured.” *They whispered, jumping near the front of the boat with not as much grace as they would’ve liked. The masked teenager shook their head.* “But I am alright. I can handle it.” *They put a protective arm around their side, suddenly aware of how defenceless they were*
February 11, 2025 at 12:42 PM
*That was… unexpected. And oddly persistent. In normal circumstances, it would make them wary of the other person’s intentions, but they were much too tired to care.*
“…Okay.” *A pause.* “Thank you for helping me. You are kind.” *Their mask didn’t betray an expression, but they sounded solemn.*
“…Okay.” *A pause.* “Thank you for helping me. You are kind.” *Their mask didn’t betray an expression, but they sounded solemn.*
*They weight the options in their head. Revealing an injury could make them vulnerable to attack… but this nice stranger seemed to actually be worried to them. It was a foreign gesture to them, but a nice one.” (Cont)
There was something just the slightest bit off about a person who went from being in distress to 'totally fine', or so Crosshair reasoned as he looked this kid over.
"You're 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 about that. No injuries of any kind?"
In other words, some people were just too brave sometimes...
"You're 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 about that. No injuries of any kind?"
In other words, some people were just too brave sometimes...
*They take a second to catch their breath, before awkwardly climbing down and hopping onto the rocks below. They hesitantly make their way towards their saviour, studying him behind their blank-faced mask.*
“…I’m okay.” *They whisper.* “…Thank you.”
“…I’m okay.” *They whisper.* “…Thank you.”
February 11, 2025 at 3:50 AM
*They weight the options in their head. Revealing an injury could make them vulnerable to attack… but this nice stranger seemed to actually be worried to them. It was a foreign gesture to them, but a nice one.” (Cont)
*Reverie, masked and silent, thought for a moment before clawing themself up out of the ship. It hurt, really, REALLY hurt, but they weren’t about to be trapped in a small enclosed space with a man twice their size. No amount of fancy illusion tricks can stand up again a punch to the face* (cont)
*who certainly was ready to get off this 'ride'.
"Can you climb out," he called loudly, "or do I have to move in and get you?"
"Can you climb out," he called loudly, "or do I have to move in and get you?"
February 10, 2025 at 9:06 PM
*Reverie, masked and silent, thought for a moment before clawing themself up out of the ship. It hurt, really, REALLY hurt, but they weren’t about to be trapped in a small enclosed space with a man twice their size. No amount of fancy illusion tricks can stand up again a punch to the face* (cont)
*A little green boat. How quaint.*
*Reverie, with all the strength they have left, pulls themself up with their good arm, hesitating before they called him over. They listened gently to the Current, tense for any warning ripples…*
*…Quiet.*
(Cont.)
*Reverie, with all the strength they have left, pulls themself up with their good arm, hesitating before they called him over. They listened gently to the Current, tense for any warning ripples…*
*…Quiet.*
(Cont.)
The hard part, however, came along once he had spotted the extent of the wreckage, which...even at this distance looked pretty bad.
Nevertheless, he'd made a promise to the speaker, so of course he would follow through with it.
"Hello? Is anyone inside?"
Nevertheless, he'd made a promise to the speaker, so of course he would follow through with it.
"Hello? Is anyone inside?"
February 10, 2025 at 7:48 PM
*A little green boat. How quaint.*
*Reverie, with all the strength they have left, pulls themself up with their good arm, hesitating before they called him over. They listened gently to the Current, tense for any warning ripples…*
*…Quiet.*
(Cont.)
*Reverie, with all the strength they have left, pulls themself up with their good arm, hesitating before they called him over. They listened gently to the Current, tense for any warning ripples…*
*…Quiet.*
(Cont.)
*…there. Either help was on its way, or someone willing to turn them in at a moments notice. They’ll take those odds.*
*Reverie flinched as cold, sharp pain shot through their shoulder. Okay, bad. Very, very bad. Might’ve broken it on impact. Very, very bad.* (Cont.)
*Reverie flinched as cold, sharp pain shot through their shoulder. Okay, bad. Very, very bad. Might’ve broken it on impact. Very, very bad.* (Cont.)
"I copy, Bluejay. I'm commandeering a boat and headed to your location. Over."
Just a few klicks away...? Well, as long as there are no unforeseen obstacles, this should be a relatively easy mission. Still, he would remember to bring some extra tools along, just in case...
Just a few klicks away...? Well, as long as there are no unforeseen obstacles, this should be a relatively easy mission. Still, he would remember to bring some extra tools along, just in case...
—Att-mpt—g to send locati-n.”
*Theres a few more moments of silence, with only static and the distant sound of water to fill the emptiness. Then, a series of coordinates pop up on the screen— not too far away.*
“See th-m?“
(//you can pick the location, but if you want me to clarify I can:3)
*Theres a few more moments of silence, with only static and the distant sound of water to fill the emptiness. Then, a series of coordinates pop up on the screen— not too far away.*
“See th-m?“
(//you can pick the location, but if you want me to clarify I can:3)
February 10, 2025 at 3:30 PM
*…there. Either help was on its way, or someone willing to turn them in at a moments notice. They’ll take those odds.*
*Reverie flinched as cold, sharp pain shot through their shoulder. Okay, bad. Very, very bad. Might’ve broken it on impact. Very, very bad.* (Cont.)
*Reverie flinched as cold, sharp pain shot through their shoulder. Okay, bad. Very, very bad. Might’ve broken it on impact. Very, very bad.* (Cont.)
*Strangely familiar. Something in Reverie tugs at their stomach, but they swallow it down and push it back as water pools at their knees. Have to focus on not drowning.*
“Bluejay. And I’m unsure. The S-TNAV broke o-o-on impact. I th—k a lake, or some kind of t-de. In -eed of aid.— (Cont)
“Bluejay. And I’m unsure. The S-TNAV broke o-o-on impact. I th—k a lake, or some kind of t-de. In -eed of aid.— (Cont)
"This is Crosshair of Pabu Island speaking to you now. What is your location, speaker? Over."
*The voice on the other end is still mixed and scrambled, but sounds young and panicked.*
“I c-py. Need assistance, cr-shed badly—“
*There’s a loud noise and a long pause, filled by static, before the speaker comes back online*
“W-Who am I speaking w-th? Ov-Over.”
“I c-py. Need assistance, cr-shed badly—“
*There’s a loud noise and a long pause, filled by static, before the speaker comes back online*
“W-Who am I speaking w-th? Ov-Over.”
February 10, 2025 at 12:52 AM
*Strangely familiar. Something in Reverie tugs at their stomach, but they swallow it down and push it back as water pools at their knees. Have to focus on not drowning.*
“Bluejay. And I’m unsure. The S-TNAV broke o-o-on impact. I th—k a lake, or some kind of t-de. In -eed of aid.— (Cont)
“Bluejay. And I’m unsure. The S-TNAV broke o-o-on impact. I th—k a lake, or some kind of t-de. In -eed of aid.— (Cont)
*Theres’s another long pause, the static filling the eerie silence.*
*Reverie wasn’t quick to believe them— friends weren’t easy to come by, even in the best of scenarios. But a tugging in their stomach, the White Current itself, urged them forward.*
(Cont)
*Reverie wasn’t quick to believe them— friends weren’t easy to come by, even in the best of scenarios. But a tugging in their stomach, the White Current itself, urged them forward.*
(Cont)
February 10, 2025 at 12:40 AM
*Theres’s another long pause, the static filling the eerie silence.*
*Reverie wasn’t quick to believe them— friends weren’t easy to come by, even in the best of scenarios. But a tugging in their stomach, the White Current itself, urged them forward.*
(Cont)
*Reverie wasn’t quick to believe them— friends weren’t easy to come by, even in the best of scenarios. But a tugging in their stomach, the White Current itself, urged them forward.*
(Cont)
*Didn’t sound like an Imperial, that was a good start.*
*The transmission was received by multiple people. Not a good start.*
“Cop-Copy.” *The voice sounded rattled, but it was hard to tell with the broken transmitter* “Crashed. Wh- is th-this?”
*The transmission was received by multiple people. Not a good start.*
“Cop-Copy.” *The voice sounded rattled, but it was hard to tell with the broken transmitter* “Crashed. Wh- is th-this?”
February 9, 2025 at 8:37 PM
*Didn’t sound like an Imperial, that was a good start.*
*The transmission was received by multiple people. Not a good start.*
“Cop-Copy.” *The voice sounded rattled, but it was hard to tell with the broken transmitter* “Crashed. Wh- is th-this?”
*The transmission was received by multiple people. Not a good start.*
“Cop-Copy.” *The voice sounded rattled, but it was hard to tell with the broken transmitter* “Crashed. Wh- is th-this?”
*The voice on the other end is still mixed and scrambled, but sounds young and panicked.*
“I c-py. Need assistance, cr-shed badly—“
*There’s a loud noise and a long pause, filled by static, before the speaker comes back online*
“W-Who am I speaking w-th? Ov-Over.”
“I c-py. Need assistance, cr-shed badly—“
*There’s a loud noise and a long pause, filled by static, before the speaker comes back online*
“W-Who am I speaking w-th? Ov-Over.”
*The transmission isn't all that clear, but the sound of another human voice is enough to get him moving.*
"I copy, speaker. What is your status and location? Over."
"I copy, speaker. What is your status and location? Over."
February 9, 2025 at 8:31 PM
*The voice on the other end is still mixed and scrambled, but sounds young and panicked.*
“I c-py. Need assistance, cr-shed badly—“
*There’s a loud noise and a long pause, filled by static, before the speaker comes back online*
“W-Who am I speaking w-th? Ov-Over.”
“I c-py. Need assistance, cr-shed badly—“
*There’s a loud noise and a long pause, filled by static, before the speaker comes back online*
“W-Who am I speaking w-th? Ov-Over.”
*𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙎𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉*
…
H——? D-e- -ny— —py? Hel—? Is any-ne there?
…
H——? D-e- -ny— —py? Hel—? Is any-ne there?
February 9, 2025 at 5:40 PM
*𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙎𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉*
…
H——? D-e- -ny— —py? Hel—? Is any-ne there?
…
H——? D-e- -ny— —py? Hel—? Is any-ne there?
BASIC INFORMATION
February 9, 2025 at 4:22 PM
BASIC INFORMATION
REVERIE:
noun / rev(a)ri/
A state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.
🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*: ⋆｡˚ 🪽⋆｡˚ 𓇼🌊
SFW RP (OC is a minor)
THE CLONE WARS/BAD BATCH ERA
AU FRIENDLY
꩜𖦹༄ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ˙✧˖° 🪶 ⋆｡˚꩜
#SWRP | #STARWARSOC | #THEBADBATCH
noun / rev(a)ri/
A state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.
🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*: ⋆｡˚ 🪽⋆｡˚ 𓇼🌊
SFW RP (OC is a minor)
THE CLONE WARS/BAD BATCH ERA
AU FRIENDLY
꩜𖦹༄ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ˙✧˖° 🪶 ⋆｡˚꩜
#SWRP | #STARWARSOC | #THEBADBATCH
the sun is shining through the water and making bubbles
ALT: the sun is shining through the water and making bubbles
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February 9, 2025 at 3:12 AM
REVERIE:
noun / rev(a)ri/
A state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.
🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*: ⋆｡˚ 🪽⋆｡˚ 𓇼🌊
SFW RP (OC is a minor)
THE CLONE WARS/BAD BATCH ERA
AU FRIENDLY
꩜𖦹༄ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ˙✧˖° 🪶 ⋆｡˚꩜
#SWRP | #STARWARSOC | #THEBADBATCH
noun / rev(a)ri/
A state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.
🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*: ⋆｡˚ 🪽⋆｡˚ 𓇼🌊
SFW RP (OC is a minor)
THE CLONE WARS/BAD BATCH ERA
AU FRIENDLY
꩜𖦹༄ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ˙✧˖° 🪶 ⋆｡˚꩜
#SWRP | #STARWARSOC | #THEBADBATCH