[for kitty] AUs Eat Brainz

[morally_cryptic]

[ooc: a long time ago in a state far away, shadowed_kat's mun and I created an alternate universe that we dragged into wherein somehow Kitty Pryde and Anakin Skywalker meet and fall for each other and...er, the rest is history. Some of that history can be found at au_eats_brains. Anyway, that was years ago, literally. We wanted to resurrect it. So we're starting anew with

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[prydeful]

"Um." Did I find the local tour guide by mistake? flashes into her head and makes her lips quirk once, quickly and involuntary.

"Not...exactly." And, since she's willing to bet she'd just be asked what that meant, "I know where I'm eventually ending up. And I know how to get there. It's the interim that's become a bit...extended."

Go go ninja lying skills! ...I'm going to kill Bobby for watching cartoons so often. Besides, it was true.

It was just...a heavily-edited and under-detailed version of the truth.

Which is still totally true, which she has reason to thank from a particularly uncomfortable lie-detector experience.

He doesn't look terribly dangerous or aggressive at the moment, and so she shifts enough to be (mostly) visible.

(Double note to self: pack more clothing that's as durable as your uniform, or you're going to end up unable to wear anything else.) One of her...borrowings, at least, over the past few days included something that's vaguely related to a robe, if one designed for someone far bigger and possibly of a different race than she; it hides the yellow and blue uniform, though--even has a hood--and that's what matters at the moment. Far more than it being fashionably questionable.

She reminds herself of that, again, feeling oddly like showing up at a ball in a potato sack.

With my life, that would probably actually happen.

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Robes, even ones with hoods, weren't particularly noteworthy. So he didn't really notice the fashionable or not-fashionableness of Kitty's. Then again, he was unlikely to notice fashion even if it bit him on the face. He did note it seemed about to swallow her whole which...could have meant probably several things. She could just like being engulfed in fabric. Or something like that.

"Right. So do you need help then?" Getting where you're going.

And no, he couldn't precisely say why he'd offered. It seemed the thing to do.

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"No." Immediately, and she then winces and rubs at her eyes.

"Possibly," she sighs instead after a moment's pause. "Sorry, I'm used to people trying to kill me, not helping me."

And also stubborn as hell, a voice that sounds remarkably like Logan's adds in her head. And not at all sure yet you're someone I want or need the help of.

The last part was her own voice, though Logan would probably agree.

"Uh. Sorry, let's try again: Hi. I'm Kitty."

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Anakin let out something of a laugh, "I know the feeling."

There was likely something wrong with that. Normal people didn't know that feeling, anyway.

"And I'm Anakin. So...what's the problem?"

Hopefully it wasn't anything big. How much time did he still have?

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Does he, now?

That...could potentially not be a good thing, that he knows the feeling, though Kitty is very aware that the same potential applies to her.

For the moment, she decides, it's best to continue with at least enough caution to escape if needed.

Hopefully not needed. It would be so nice if, for once, she didn't get attacked and actually got help.

She thinks for a minute and shrugs. "I'm trying to make technology from approximately three different galaxies mesh so I can make the damned ship I was sent out with actually function like it's supposed to and thus get be to the far side of the universe." It's said matter-of-factly, and she shrugs. "Shockingly, no one thought about making the engine compatible with unknown technology. Don't you hate it when that happens?"

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Anakin stared for a long moment.

That...was going to take a while. Assuming it was the truth. Because it really sounded out there.

Of course, it also sounded like just the sort of challenge he loved. Which...might make this a cleverly devised trap or something. But that would mean someone would have to have known he, himself was going to be there, going to be early, and happen to stumble across this girl and-

Okay, thinking way too hard about this.

All he says is, with a crooked grin, "you don't look like you're from another galaxy."

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She makes a face at him and plucks at the robe's material. "I'm not wearing this for the way it flatters my figure. Generally speaking, looking like you're from another galaxy is not the best way to remain inconspicuous. Besides, how would you know what someone from another galaxy looked like?"

Kitty freely admits that she was shocked to see what appeared to be humans about, but she's only interested in freely admitting it in her head.

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"Well, I wouldn't have figured they'd be human," he shrugs.

There were, after all, how many species in this galaxy alone?

He waved in the direction that was out of the alley, "where's your ship?"

He could at least glance at it before going to be diplomatic.

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"Mostly, anyway," Kitty says under her breath, and then shrugs.

"I left it in the forest out of town. I didn't really want anyone noticing the unfamiliar ship."

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On some places, it might not have made a difference. Corellia. Coruscant. Tatooine, even, to some extent. People were always coming in and out and there were enough variations in ships that most wouldn't note another one.

Here though? Here was different. Talk about backwater planets...

And yet again he was wondering why the Council had bothered to send a Jedi, even a padawn, here.

"How far out of town?"

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"--Um."

Kitty looks blank for a moment; she knows how far it is if you go straight through and don't worry about things like "path" or "following one" or "being unable to walk around obstacles and how that increases distance".

"I'm not...sure. It took me about..." Fifteen minutes. "A half hour to get here."

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He's obviously calculating times in his head. There's just about no way he could get out there, then, and back in time. Assuming forest -- and he's seen how dense the fores was around here -- and that she wasn't likely to land right next to a roadway, it wasn't like they could just take a speeder over. And that then was assuming he could just take a speeder. Probably it wouldn't do his mission any good to begin it by "borrowing" one, after all.

"Uhm. How would you feel about sitting on that for a few hours?"

He should know better. The simple ones never are. The likelihood of him getting done today that soon? About nil.

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"Sitting on it," she repeats, one eyebrow rising.

"Okay. Why?"

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Jedi business.

"Well. I've got a job I actually came here to do first. I'm supposed to be meeting someone soon."

And mission does, actually, outrank cute girls in need of mechanical assistance. Barely.

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"--Wait, you're actually capable of helping me with this?"

Kitty winces and pinches the bridge of her nose. "That...was not supposed to sound that skeptical."

Think before speaking. Think before speaking. You are supposedly a genius, though you apparently want to prove all those IQ tests wrong.

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It would be boasting to say what first came to mind. About how he was likely the only person in that sector of the galaxy who could.

But probably true.

"Should be. If nothing else, I'm probably your best bet."

Wow, all those tact lessons from Obi-Wan sunk in somewhere. For once.