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(OOC: Content warning for mention of torture, harm done by and to children, suicidal ideation and quite possibly suicide attempt.)

Ibani is a fourteen year old Sith Acolyte and her life of pain is written in her body for those who can read it. The scars of a slave collar on her neck, the letters and numbers carved under one eye like a bantha brand, those were only the beginning. She's been shocked regularly with force lightning for years as well as being subjected to more primitive methods of torture, and all have left their mark. Scars from teeth, claws and blades mark her skin, the echoes of broken bones still visible if you look the right way in the Force.

She should be dead, and she might be shortly, despite her struggles. She doesn't know how she got HERE, wherever this hot desert is, instead of the cold desert of Korriban. The gravity is wrong, the temperature is wrong, and while the Force shouted just before she landed here it is strangely silent now. (She might be insane, in which case she should put herself down before she harms anyone, but she's waiting for more evidence on that one way or the other.) She's dying by inches of heat and thirst and she can't push her body any further, even with all the Force tricks she knows.

She crawls on her belly under an overhang of rock, collapses. She can enter a trance, reduce her need for water, but that means that without help she will simply fail to ever wake, will slip away into the Force in death. It's a long shot, but she's worth more alive than dead even to the most nefarious of persons. (She knows better than to expect mercy or kindness from strangers.)

Ibani sinks into the Force, awaiting aid or death.

Date: 2020-10-04 07:12 pm (UTC)
acertainpov: (hermit: hmmm)
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"Now we let that cook while we train," Ben confirms, taking a seat by the pot and settling down to stir and watch.

"I want to start from the beginning, if you don't mind. It might seem like I'm asknig you to do very basic things, I just want to get a feel for you."

Which means they'll be levitating cooking pots mostly this evening, sorry!

Date: 2020-10-04 07:19 pm (UTC)
acertainpov: (hermit: listen)
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He stops her after a few minutes.

"Don't reach so much," he says, regarding that very thing. "The Force is always there, just let it flow through you."

Date: 2020-10-04 07:44 pm (UTC)
acertainpov: (hermit: mulling)
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Ben stops, watches her frustration for a few seconds, then nods.

"We'll get there. Just remember, there's no hurry."

But there will be meditation practice on this.

Date: 2020-10-04 07:53 pm (UTC)
acertainpov: (hermit: listen)
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He's quiet for a few more seconds, thinking about this.

"I think that's enough for tonight then," he says. "The food is ready."

They will take it slowly for now: perhaps more so that even he's comfortable with, to reinforce that above everything else, here she is safe.

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