Posts by » poe dameron

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// short; i'm semi-museless + sick + at school right now

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15pt; margin-bottom: -62px; margin-left: -19px; margin-top: 22px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: left; color: white]♛ one hell of a pilot[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px solid white; width: 411px; height: 109px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: 60px; opacity: 0.99; font-family: candara; color: black; overflow: auto; line-height: 100%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]Poe really didn't like the whole sitting and waiting thing. It was too quiet and he was getting squirmy with people just staring at him, even if there were only two cats present. "Ok, so, uh, I guess we'll start and then if anyone else shows up I'll just give them a recap. So the first story I want to tell is the first time I learned to climb a tree. My dad showed me how, and we spent all day climbing up and down and starting over. He woke me up before the sun rose, and to this day I'm not sure why. But he woke me up and walked me out of the place our group had made camp - that group is a story for a different day - and found a tree with big, thick branches that to me at the time seemed to soar up infinitely into the sky." He paused to gather his thoughts and allow his (admittedly small) audience to picture this tree. "I was pretty pumped to try climbing it because I thought it would be really fun to try and touch the sky and stuff, and also because I knew prey that climbed tree was a relatively untapped resource because most of the cats in our group couldn't be bothered to learn to climb. Anyway, my dad spent so long talking about the sciences and subtle nuances of climbing trees, the sun was already in the sky before he was done talking. Finally, he taught me how to climb. I don't want to get into the logistics of it, because it's actually pretty complicated if you're like my dad and determined to study the precise movements or whatever. So he went to the lowest branch a couple times so I could see how it was done, and then invited me to try it for myself.

Of course, the first ten or twelve times I fell and landed on my paws only by the graces of balance - I had a pretty gnarly sprain in my ankle for a while after that day - until I finally made it onto the branch. I was feeling pretty damn smug, as it was. Then my dad climbed higher, and I did, too. And this story is pretty boring, but let me tell you, getting to the top of that tree was better than anything I'd ever felt before. The breeze in my fur and the bark splintering beneath my claws. It was like flying. The adrenaline was ridiculous. I never wanted to go back down. Of course, I had to, but after that I learned that climbing is one of my favorite things to do. I haven't had much time lately, but it's absolutely amazing." He ended the story in kind of an awkward place, fiddling with his paws. Good StarClan, that was lame. "Sorry if it was kind of a boring story. I have some better ones, but I figured it's good to save the best for last."

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15pt; margin-bottom: -62px; margin-left: -19px; margin-top: 22px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: left; color: white]♛ one hell of a pilot[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px solid white; width: 411px; height: 109px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: 60px; opacity: 0.99; font-family: candara; color: black; overflow: auto; line-height: 100%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]Well, Poe was late. Huge shocker there. He'd been teaching at this school for a couple years now, and he didn't think he'd been on-time since day one. Still, he entered the room with his usual affable smile, 5'9" form hunched in a slight slouch and a two-liter of Dr. Pepper in one hand. He was well-liked by his students, or so he'd like to think, and waved in greeting with his free hand. He set the Dr. Pepper with all the other food and drinks and made his way over to one of the corners, watching in silence. He was here to chaperone and didn't want to intrude, firstly. Secondly, Poe sensed tension in the room, but didn't want to address it. He wasn't planning on addressing it unless he had to, to be quite honest. So he stayed out of the way and hoped he wasn't dragged into whatever drama was happening.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15pt; margin-bottom: -62px; margin-left: -19px; margin-top: 22px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: left; color: white]♛ one hell of a pilot[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px solid white; width: 411px; height: 109px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: 60px; opacity: 0.99; font-family: candara; color: black; overflow: auto; line-height: 100%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]Poe didn't do well with sadness, not this kind which seemed to overpower everything else. He'd never done well with his own sadness and he'd definitely never done well with the sadness of others. That was the whole reason he hadn't technically dealt with his parents' deaths yet (and, considering how long it had been, probably never would), and the reason he hadn't told Finn before he'd left to find StormClan. So now, as his clan-mate sat in such clear, unabashed sadness, Poe felt an odd taste in his mouth. He approached; cautiously, silently. It was a rare occasion where his trademark smile, usually so cheerful and uplifting, was gone. He listened to Seir's words and nodded, not daring to join in with words of his own. Theodosia's response was obviously untrue and Poe now spoke up, not wanting to leave her alone when she was so very clearly not fine. "Are... are you sure? You don't seem fine. I know I don't know you very well and it's really not my place to poke around in your life, but I don't like seeing clan-mates in distress, whether we're friends or not."

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15pt; margin-bottom: -62px; margin-left: -19px; margin-top: 22px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: left; color: white]♛ one hell of a pilot[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px solid white; width: 411px; height: 109px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: 60px; opacity: 0.99; font-family: candara; color: black; overflow: auto; line-height: 100%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]Well, here Poe was, out of his comfort zone... again. Geez, was everybody upset in this clan nowadays? He knew that wartimes could take their toll, but great StarClan the general attitude going around was certainly not making things easier. "Hey, hey; take it easy." He mewed, trying to keep his voice level and comforting even though he was, in fact, shaking in his boots. Avrae could burn him to a crisp if she wanted to, and right now it kinda sorta seemed like she wanted to. "Just calm down. I understand the magnitude of a loss like this -" No you don't, Poe, what the hell are you doing? "- and I don't think the best way to go about handling it is turning on your clan. We're your family. We can help you."

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15pt; margin-bottom: -62px; margin-left: -19px; margin-top: 22px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: left; color: white]♛ one hell of a pilot[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px solid white; width: 411px; height: 109px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: 60px; opacity: 0.99; font-family: candara; color: black; overflow: auto; line-height: 100%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]Poe didn't think he'd ever heard someone say something like that before, and it made him cock his head. He knew all those words separately, but he didn't know them together. Since when was sadness unbecoming? Well, sure it wasn't pretty, but who gives a damn about pretty? "Screw unbecoming. I mean, with all due respect, ma'am, I don't think anyone cares if you're sad." He stopped, then thought on his words, and then hurriedly backtracked. "I mean - no, that's not what I meant, I just meant... like, you can be sad in front of us and we won't think less of you or... something." He offered a sheepish smile, hoping he hadn't offended her. This was a prime example of why Poe didn't deal with sadness.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15pt; margin-bottom: -62px; margin-left: -19px; margin-top: 22px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: left; color: white]♛ one hell of a pilot[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px solid white; width: 411px; height: 109px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: 60px; opacity: 0.99; font-family: candara; color: black; overflow: auto; line-height: 100%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]Poe flicked an ear and narrowed his eyes. Well, none of that really made sense, but the lady seemed to like it, so he played along. "Yeah, sure, amen." He said, hoping he didn't sound too dismissive. He nodded at Dottie and waited for the female's next response. Then, he noticed the book. Poe had only ever heard of books. He'd never seen one himself. "Whoa, is that what I think it is?" He said, his eyes widening as he bustled over to the second newcomer. "I've never seen a real book before!" Now he conveyed pure excitement, his trademark smile lighting up his eyes and his demeanor changing into that of friendly and curious.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15pt; margin-bottom: -62px; margin-left: -19px; margin-top: 22px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: left; color: white]♛ one hell of a pilot[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px solid white; width: 411px; height: 109px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: 60px; opacity: 0.99; font-family: candara; color: black; overflow: auto; line-height: 100%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]"Seriously?" Poe asked, looking at Writ in shock. "Yeah, I'd love to borrow one sometime!" He sort of left out the fact that he couldn't read. He was sure he could learn; how hard could it be? Besides, even if he didn't understand, he still thought books were really pretty and he thought he'd like to have contact with some at least once in his life.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15pt; margin-bottom: -62px; margin-left: -19px; margin-top: 22px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: left; color: white]♛ one hell of a pilot[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px solid white; width: 411px; height: 109px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: 60px; opacity: 0.99; font-family: candara; color: black; overflow: auto; line-height: 100%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]"Of course," Poe jumped in, sensing the apprentice's doubts. He shot Epsi a look, narrowing his eyes. He knew they were at war, but the attitude was a bit much. "We have an auto-acceptance policy. If you need anything - food, water, a tour - feel free to ask. I apologize for the tension; we're at war with The Blackheart Rogues, and the stress levels have been somewhat high. Still, you're welcome to join if you'd like. All five of you."

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