[ it's been a day now since he killed connor. one of the connors at least, the one that was the immediate threat to the town. not a shred of regret is in him over his actions. he will be shocked if the admin can put together all those particles and make something of it. it's impossible, but so are a lot of things these days.
the mandalorian does his daily routines. in the early morning he goes to fruit baskets to gather baby food and a book for the child. that green book got read and finished, so now it's time for a new one. he stands in front of the book rack, rotating it as he scans the titles, stopping on one that reads WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE. ]
Hm. [ he looks down at the child cradled in his arm, voice warm. ] What do you think pal? Looks like a picture book.
[IG-11 had volunteered to acquire rations and supplies for the others in Descent Cottage this morning. He had no need for anything, himself, but after all that happened yesterday, doing things for others served as a welcome distraction.
Encountering the Mandalorian and the Child here is not unexpected. It's where he'd first encountered them upon his arrival on South Sister. He hasn't been here all that long, and somehow things have gotten much more complicated. That, too, should not have been surprising.
He makes his presence known to the pair of them, situating himself at the end of the book rack and studying the cover of the book the two of them have picked.]
[ he heard the droid approach - hard not to - but chose not to make a word or move out of it. after yesterday things are certain to be tense. perhaps it was a mistake to test loyalties and not inform the droid of his plan. it isn't something he can change now.
he hopes the droid will understand. the mandalorian picks out the book, taking a moment to get it open with one hand. ]
Seems to be about a child actually. One who... goes to live with monsters?
[ his voice is colored with amusement, thinking the idea absurd. maybe that's the point. the child tilts his body to try and get a better look at the colorful depictions of a boy wearing an animal costume as he marches with large beasts. ]
[That seems all the more fitting. If IG-11 were the type to chuckle, he would. Instead, he adjusts his position so that he can get a better look at the illustrations.]
The monsters don't frighten him?
[They must not. He shouldn't be all that surprised. This is a book intended for children, after all - the monsters themselves mustn't be too scary. The pages turn, and IG-11 curiously examines the boy and the monsters at play in the pictures. He answers his own question.]
No. He is... happy. It looks like he enjoys their company.
More than that - [ the mandalorian points to the child depicted, and the crown atop his head ] - they've made him their king.
[ a child goes to an island full of monsters, befriends them, and they make him the king. if the text as he reads it makes sense, he intimidated them enough to earn their respect. however, as the pictures depict, he does not rule with fear. the child's claw reaches out in the same direction the mandalorian's hand goes. he smirks and the amusement tints his voice. ]
You wanna be king huh? Well, monsters aren't so nice in real life. Neither are kings.
[ monsters would be more prone to eating the child than crowning it. kings rule with a closed fist, uncompromising above all. this is the way of the galaxy. ]
[ the mandalorian turns his head, peering up at IG-11, and after a few moments looks away so that he can close the book. he walks a few steps off, and leans down so he can set both the book and the child down onto the floor. ]
Flip through that pal. IG and I gotta talk.
[ the child looks up at the mandalorian, silent in his watch, and then back to the book. after a moment he figures out how to open the large hardcover using both claws at the same time. the mandalorian makes sure he can do so before looking back to IG. ]
Ok, go ahead. Lay into me.
[ they both know what this is about, why beat around? ]
[ a strong correction, but a necessary one. IG-11 is the only one who has a problem here. the mandalorian killed a droid yesterday, delivered its ashes to its predecessor unit this morning, and now? now he's going through the rest of the day as normal. ]
I understand. But I was not aware of your intent. Nor was I aware of what had transpired with Grice.
[A kind boy caught in the crossfire of a feud between two human replica droids.]
Had I known, I would have chosen my allies more carefully. I would also have offered you my support, as well as insight on how best to confront him. But none of this was communicated, and we now share a new enemy.
[His critique is delivered in that trademark calm. As the one who cared for him once did, he does his best to be patient. But the most discerning of ears may be able to detect a hint of disappointment in his modulated tone.]
You are my ally, and I am yours. This is not acceptable conduct.
[ there's more than a few moments he tries to interject, wants to very much, but the droid talks so fast and with the sort of efficiency that leaves little room for anything else. the mandalorian is seething by the time he's told his conduct wasn't acceptable. ]
I don't have to inform you of anything. What happened to Grice is private and how I decided to take care of it could not be leaked. You already compromised yourself with that slicing and you let him do it a second time in the cottage!
That looks appetizing. I can help you prepare them if you like.
[IG-11 has a basic understanding of recipes - lists of ingredients and formulas through which a meal may be prepared - but something unfamiliar jumps out at him.]
Yes! It's a holiday, just like Halloween. Hold on. [ he's needs to read the magazine again. ] Says here it's supposed to celebrate harvests and being thankful. Does it sound familiar?
[ falco knocks on the door once— it wasn't his cottage, but he does call out before he tries to turn the knob to enter. just a crack, so he could be heard. ]
[The sound of mechanized footsteps approaching the front door should announce his presence sufficiently, but Eyegee responds - ]
One moment, please.
[ - before reaching the door and opening it the rest of the way. His optics peer down at his friend in recognition as warm as this expressionless frame will allow.]
[ the warmth that is there by regard alone is what falco catches quickly, and happy to show it as he steps in smiling. it wasn’t “falco grice” anymore, so that counted!
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the mandalorian does his daily routines. in the early morning he goes to fruit baskets to gather baby food and a book for the child. that green book got read and finished, so now it's time for a new one. he stands in front of the book rack, rotating it as he scans the titles, stopping on one that reads WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE. ]
Hm. [ he looks down at the child cradled in his arm, voice warm. ] What do you think pal? Looks like a picture book.
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Encountering the Mandalorian and the Child here is not unexpected. It's where he'd first encountered them upon his arrival on South Sister. He hasn't been here all that long, and somehow things have gotten much more complicated. That, too, should not have been surprising.
He makes his presence known to the pair of them, situating himself at the end of the book rack and studying the cover of the book the two of them have picked.]
A book about monsters.
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he hopes the droid will understand. the mandalorian picks out the book, taking a moment to get it open with one hand. ]
Seems to be about a child actually. One who... goes to live with monsters?
[ his voice is colored with amusement, thinking the idea absurd. maybe that's the point. the child tilts his body to try and get a better look at the colorful depictions of a boy wearing an animal costume as he marches with large beasts. ]
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The monsters don't frighten him?
[They must not. He shouldn't be all that surprised. This is a book intended for children, after all - the monsters themselves mustn't be too scary. The pages turn, and IG-11 curiously examines the boy and the monsters at play in the pictures. He answers his own question.]
No. He is... happy. It looks like he enjoys their company.
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[ a child goes to an island full of monsters, befriends them, and they make him the king. if the text as he reads it makes sense, he intimidated them enough to earn their respect. however, as the pictures depict, he does not rule with fear. the child's claw reaches out in the same direction the mandalorian's hand goes. he smirks and the amusement tints his voice. ]
You wanna be king huh? Well, monsters aren't so nice in real life. Neither are kings.
[ monsters would be more prone to eating the child than crowning it. kings rule with a closed fist, uncompromising above all. this is the way of the galaxy. ]
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...Kings can be anything. Good or bad.
[He's never met a king. And he knows it's a simplistic addendum. But it's what Aerith had told him.]
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Flip through that pal. IG and I gotta talk.
[ the child looks up at the mandalorian, silent in his watch, and then back to the book. after a moment he figures out how to open the large hardcover using both claws at the same time. the mandalorian makes sure he can do so before looking back to IG. ]
Ok, go ahead. Lay into me.
[ they both know what this is about, why beat around? ]
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This hardly seems like an appropriate venue for us to air our grievances.
[Are they really gonna be that couple that fights in the middle of Fruits' Basket?]
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[ a strong correction, but a necessary one. IG-11 is the only one who has a problem here. the mandalorian killed a droid yesterday, delivered its ashes to its predecessor unit this morning, and now? now he's going through the rest of the day as normal. ]
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[Droids are nothing if not direct.]
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I wasn't targeting you. You came out unharmed, as intended.
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[A kind boy caught in the crossfire of a feud between two human replica droids.]
Had I known, I would have chosen my allies more carefully. I would also have offered you my support, as well as insight on how best to confront him. But none of this was communicated, and we now share a new enemy.
[His critique is delivered in that trademark calm. As the one who cared for him once did, he does his best to be patient. But the most discerning of ears may be able to detect a hint of disappointment in his modulated tone.]
You are my ally, and I am yours. This is not acceptable conduct.
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I don't have to inform you of anything. What happened to Grice is private and how I decided to take care of it could not be leaked. You already compromised yourself with that slicing and you let him do it a second time in the cottage!
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Can we try them out, please? There's a whole ten recipes that look really good!
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[IG-11 has a basic understanding of recipes - lists of ingredients and formulas through which a meal may be prepared - but something unfamiliar jumps out at him.]
These are Thanksgiving recipes?
[What's Thanksgiving...]
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[It sounds like just the sort of thing that Kuiil would appreciate, too.]
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[Whatever you just said, Falco. These are a lot of words being thrown at him at once.]
I would like to see the magazine you've acquired. Perhaps we can read through it together.
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Sure! Are you free now? I’m on my way out of the store!
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😊😊😊
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🦅💨
[ falco knocks on the door once— it wasn't his cottage, but he does call out before he tries to turn the knob to enter. just a crack, so he could be heard. ]
Eyegee?
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One moment, please.
[ - before reaching the door and opening it the rest of the way. His optics peer down at his friend in recognition as warm as this expressionless frame will allow.]
Hello, Falco. Please come in.
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You used my first name this time!
[ the warmth that is there by regard alone is what falco catches quickly, and happy to show it as he steps in smiling. it wasn’t “falco grice” anymore, so that counted!
and by his side is a magazine that he waves up. ]
I’ve got the recipes.
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[Judging from Falco's enthusiastic reaction, this is an acceptable form of address.]
Thank you for bringing them. May I see the magazine?
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