Entering a Dream Space as a Jedi with psychometry, added complications to what Cal brought experienced. Normally when he touched an object that spoke to him, he saw the images, heard people, often from ages past. Here anyone would see them. And even his own experiences appeared in whispers, sometimes solidifying, but often fading away. And because of this, they included not just the places, but moments, pieces of time.
Cal looked very little different from normal, a young man with red hair scruff, freckles, and a ready smile. He wore attire that would almost seem more in place on a smuggler than a Jedi and had the Scrapper tattoo on his arm. He had his blaster in holstered on one hip and light-saber on the other. One blade of the saber remained lit even holstered, though it didn't burn him or anything it touched while like this. It cast an exaggerated blue light up on Cal's features from below, elongated shadows in a strange way. But occasionally the kyber crystal seemed to almost bleed, swirls of red entering the light, but never dominating.
The whispers around him coalesced to form the interior of a ship. Behind him stood a holographic table with a map of various worlds, and in front of him was a curved bench and a table, with an instrument leaning against the side. Further still sat a long table and a small cooking area. To the side sat either a shelf with items, or a terrarium. It seemed to sit between the two. And to his right the door opened out to a settlement with a star destroyer visible in the sky above, but at second glass it was a quiet world the sky full of swirling lights.
He didn't exit to either, but instead picked up the instrument on the bench and played a simple tune. One he'd learned through telemetry what seemed like a lifetime ago. Cere had taken this with her when she'd left and he hadn't seen it in so long, and it felt right to play it now.
As he played, a scene came visible, and if anyone wandered in, they would see him playing the instrument, but also whispers of a slightly younger version of him in a poncho, Merrin, a young Nightsister with grey skin and white hair in red and black, Cere, a human woman with dark skin and very short hair in tight curls, Greeze, an older Latero with fur tufts from the side of his face like mutton chops and four arms and BeeDee, a hyper little droid bouncing about. The group was arguing good naturedly, Greeze trying to shoo Beedee off the table, and Cal lifting his plate of food so he could keep eating while his droid friend took flight and blew raspberries at the Latero.
With the last note he played the scene, the entire ship, faded from view. It left behind a strangely blank landscape and the looming threat of the empire overhead in the form of the slightly translucent star destroyer. Cal shook his head, looking to his shoulder out of habit. "Well BeeDee, this would be a lot more fun with you with me." But it seemed the little droid was not an active part of his dream, so he ventured out into the unknown, searching for other Dreamers.
Cal Kestis | Star Wars JS | OTA
Cal looked very little different from normal, a young man with red hair scruff, freckles, and a ready smile. He wore attire that would almost seem more in place on a smuggler than a Jedi and had the Scrapper tattoo on his arm. He had his blaster in holstered on one hip and light-saber on the other. One blade of the saber remained lit even holstered, though it didn't burn him or anything it touched while like this. It cast an exaggerated blue light up on Cal's features from below, elongated shadows in a strange way. But occasionally the kyber crystal seemed to almost bleed, swirls of red entering the light, but never dominating.
The whispers around him coalesced to form the interior of a ship. Behind him stood a holographic table with a map of various worlds, and in front of him was a curved bench and a table, with an instrument leaning against the side. Further still sat a long table and a small cooking area. To the side sat either a shelf with items, or a terrarium. It seemed to sit between the two. And to his right the door opened out to a settlement with a star destroyer visible in the sky above, but at second glass it was a quiet world the sky full of swirling lights.
He didn't exit to either, but instead picked up the instrument on the bench and played a simple tune. One he'd learned through telemetry what seemed like a lifetime ago. Cere had taken this with her when she'd left and he hadn't seen it in so long, and it felt right to play it now.
As he played, a scene came visible, and if anyone wandered in, they would see him playing the instrument, but also whispers of a slightly younger version of him in a poncho, Merrin, a young Nightsister with grey skin and white hair in red and black, Cere, a human woman with dark skin and very short hair in tight curls, Greeze, an older Latero with fur tufts from the side of his face like mutton chops and four arms and BeeDee, a hyper little droid bouncing about. The group was arguing good naturedly, Greeze trying to shoo Beedee off the table, and Cal lifting his plate of food so he could keep eating while his droid friend took flight and blew raspberries at the Latero.
With the last note he played the scene, the entire ship, faded from view. It left behind a strangely blank landscape and the looming threat of the empire overhead in the form of the slightly translucent star destroyer. Cal shook his head, looking to his shoulder out of habit. "Well BeeDee, this would be a lot more fun with you with me." But it seemed the little droid was not an active part of his dream, so he ventured out into the unknown, searching for other Dreamers.