It's amazing...

[creator_man]

Characters: Flynn and anyone who wants/needs to have a talk with him
Location: Park outside the Jedi temple
Planet: Coruscant
When: Post-event, which would make it... Week 21
What: Meditating in the park. Conversations. Catching up. What have you.
Rating: Should be G. Ish.

Comments

/creeps in here I HOPE THAT'S OKAY LMAO

[slayerdom]

Overall, you'd think having zombies and monsters around would make getting her transition on a little easier. And it had! To a degree. Buffy was feeling secure in her place on Coruscant. Sturdy. Stable. She felt good

Is ABSOLUTELY fine!

[creator_man]

It took him a bit to realize somebody was watching. Back on the Grid, he would have been aware... probably, pretty much immediately; out here, it was maybe a few minutes until the awareness of the change in noises penetrated to his mind. He took a deeper breath, then let it out completely, and opened his eyes.

The young woman was... staring, but that somehow mattered less than the closed, unhappy pose she had taken.

"Greetings," he said, loud enough for her to hear, but not much more. "My name is Kevin Flynn and I'm... well, technically from the future, or a different reality. Or both, probably. Called in by the Force and all." He didn't exactly remember if he had seen a message from her about an arrival, or maybe she belonged here and now. Either way, he thought an introduction was appropriate.

Odd as it was.

YAY! <3

[slayerdom]

When he opened his eyes, Buffy's expression melted into something sheepish, like she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. And when he spoke, her baffled look only widened around her eyes, like it was far from the greeting she was expecting. Realizing that she looked pretty stupid, probably, she slowly tried to draw a more neutral expression to her face and react with words instead of just dumb looks.

"You mean -- You're … not from around here?" Her eyebrows knitted together a little at that, confused, ands he looked left and then right, like she was seeing if anyone else was around. Then, she took a few steps forward to close the distance between them, unfolding her arms and lowering her hands to her sides.

"Me too. I just thought -- The whole meditatey, hanging out thing, I figured you were jedi central." After a beat, she added in a kind of rushed, flustered way. "I'm Buffy."

<3!

[creator_man]

Kevin Flynn had seen a lot of flabbergasted looks on people's faces around him. In fact, he'd made a fair few himself. He wasn't going to hold her startled one against her, or laugh at her.

Instead, he shook his head. "No, I'm just an old programmer from LA." Well, New Jersey, technically, but that had been a very, very long time ago. "Greetings, Bffy." His face softened into a smile. "I almost wish I had some gift with the Force. Except that would get me in a pretty complicated fix, at my age and untrained. Besides, wishing for things that are out of one's reach mostly just stops one from moving in the direction he can develop in."

He raised his arms, spreading his hands. "Enjoying the sunlight is universal, isn't it?" And a less humorous, "how's the transplantation into 'a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away', treated you so far?"

[slayerdom]

L.A. It was impossible for Buffy to hear the city's name and not think of Angel. But, he was there now, same as her, and as far as friends went, he was one of the less complicated ones to have around. Which kinda spoke to how bad things had gotten Sunnydale-side that she hadn't caught up on yet

[creator_man]

"Oh, the droids and I get along, really. I help out when I can, they help out when I need it. Although I'm slightly less good at the hardware part - the programming skills... while definitely not in fashion in specifics can very easily adapt. Kind of like picking up on a new language quickly. There are principles that just... stick around." He paused, then looked up with a raised eyebrow. "Did you leave a droid in need of repairs, hmm?"

He wasn't trying to be confusing, really, it was just that his thoughts flowed faster and in different circles than most people's. Nor expecting a detailed answer, not from pretty much a stranger.

And he had raised his eyebrows at the welcoming mat comment, coming back to it in a moment. "There aren't... always monsters. Although I'm not sure that the explosions from the week before count as that much better. Monsters at least you can sometimes get the better of."

[slayerdom]

"Me? No. Which, you know, impressive, considering I'm all destructogirl." She takes a minute to look very impressed with herself. "I just needed some help realizing it was even there. Which … may negate the bonus points of not turning it to scrap metal, on second thought." Not her brightest moment, but hey. Stefan had been cool about it. It could be worse.

If she hadn't been making with the grim already, the mention of explosions would have gotten her there. Lack of monsters, she could deal with, explosions were tough no matter how super-powered you were. Explosions were a people thing. Not just armies of hack-and-slashable undead.

"Explosions? What happened?"

[creator_man]

Flynn chuckled. "I'm sure the droid's grateful for not getting destroyed, regardless of why exactly it surived. I guess your bonus points stay, for now."

His head lowered, though, after, at the question. "Terrorists, it is assumed. A few residence appartments were blasted. Not strong enough for the adjacent apartments to be uninhabitable, and not strong enough to actually kill any of the residents, but it wasn't a pretty sight. Some had to spend a while in the medical facilities." His lips twitched. "Under the care of droids."

He hesitated a moment, then did ask. "Destructogirl?"

[slayerdom]

Under the care of droids. She couldn't help but feel a twitch of annoyance. She'd been told that Jedi had healing capabilities to a certain degree. If that was true, why weren't they healing the Revanites who'd been injured? Why were there no doctors, but droids who took care of them? Buffy, as a general rule, avoided politics. But this wasn't about politics, it was about people's lives. People she cared about

... I was disallowed from starting the tag with 'better than magnet for danger'

[creator_man]

Flynn caught the flicker of something on her face, and he interpreted it as disapproval, to which he murmured, "they're good at it. And then there's the Jedi, I guess. I suppose if one of them who can do it can spare the time..."

He shrugged, then tilted his head to one side. Lips twitching slightly. "I got my share of chatting up with the inferi, I'll pass up the honor, thanks. Although the suggestion that they're property is really interesting. You all right?"

LMFAOJEGKLAJG DAMN RIGHT

[slayerdom]

"All in one piece. I'm pretty durable." She held her hands out to the side like she was presenting a one hundred percent un-injured Buffy for inspection. Then, she dropped her hands back to her sides and sighed. "But, they are property. They're just … I mean, there aren't people in there. Weren't. They were bodies. Bodies that someone was controlling." It was a depressing way to think about it, but it was an important thing to realize before fighting them. Whoever had died in there was gone -- somewhere else, hopefully better. All that was left behind was the body, and that wasn't them.

POUT. SULK. BUT FUNNY!

[creator_man]

He turned that over in his mind, unpleasant as it was. The premise was consistent with what Tonks had said, somebody using dark magic to animate them. The rest... "Stolen, at best. They should only belong to their resting places."

He looked up, then added, quietly, "they stopped coming. I'm not sure anybody reported that the person or persons controlling them was identified and stopped, though."

VERY.

[slayerdom]

"I'm still looking into it. But, considering what else was crawling around and how familiar we -- I mean, the people like us were with it … I have a feeling our guy is the same one responsible for all of this." Revan. The name alone made her fists clench. She hated that every second she spent here was one that he was beating her. It made her feel powerless when she was used to being the furthest thing from it.

"But, since they're cleaned up, I figure everyone else is ready to stop asking questions and is just grateful that they got off easy."

>.>

[creator_man]

"I'm not sure any of us can afford to stop asking questions. I don't know what the answers will mean, but I think we should know better than not asking."

About Revan... Flynn thought for a moment. "Maybe it was Revan. Or maybe things have slipped out of Revan's control. Back before... one of the odd things that happened, he seemed to know something was coming, but not specifically what. It was almost a warning. But it would be an easy answer, if that turns out to be the case."