Kanan Jarrus, The Last Padawan (
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Voicemail / Disclaimer
"This is Kanan. If I didn't pick up the comm, I probably don't want to talk to you. If you think you can change my mind, go on, leave a message."
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Disclaimer: In creating this journal, the author has assumed the identity of a fictional person for use in the role-playing game Fandom High, for the sole purpose of entertainment, without intending to obtain a benefit or to injure or defraud either the creator(s) of the fictional person, or any reader of this content. The author does not purport to be the creator of the fictional person, or to be affiliated with the creator, or with any person or entity with an interest in the fictional person. The author does not claim to be the person who is being used as the graphical representation of that fictional person, nor intend to obtain a benefit or to injure or defraud that person by use of their image.
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"My grampa's out of jail and we dismantled the Galactic Federation!
Tell you more on Sunday!
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Then she sent him a text: We're doing karaoke this week, darnit! Bring Hera!
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SATURDAY???
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Phones, yo.
And you're bringing the strippers, right?
Re: Phones, yo.
Crazy Phone Day
[From here!]
Re: Crazy Phone Day
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Got to town. Brought the X-wing. Meet you in the junkyard.
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"Hey, Kanan. Promised Kaidan I'd check on you - he seemed sure you were having problems. Want to meet for tea or something, cupcake on me, just so I can say I did?"
Parents Weekend 2018
Jack is making friends with the Sith. They're carving pumpkins together.
Yes of course I got pictures.
That levitation thing you can do? FUCKING ANNOYING!!! Jack and Lana are throwing pumpkin guts at me with it.
NO I DID NOT GET PICTURES OF THAT. Jerk.
Re: Parents Weekend 2018
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How was your week?
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Hey remember when you said you could cover my bar shift if I needed? Don't think I'm making it in today...
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For delivery.
A festive red and white striped gift bag contains jars of hair and bath products that look like they were made by an independent homecrafter. One jar contains a bergamot-scented honey-based hair conditioning mask. One contains orange-blossom scented bath salts with an attached tiny wooden scoop. A whipped Shea body butter scented with lemon verbena takes up third place. A few mint-flavored tubes of lip balm complete the gift portion. As packing material, crackers - the kind you pull, not the kind you eat - are tucked into each corner of the bag. When pulled, they contain the traditional small toy, terrible joke, paper hat, and if you're lucky a sugar mouse or peppermint pinwheel. The tag reads, "Happy Christmas, Master Skywalker"
Re: For delivery.
Christmas eve morning.
Kanan's package contains a pair of fingerless leather gloves, done in dark brown, with armored plating sewn inside as both brass knuckles and armor for the back of the hand. The gloves are surprisingly light for something with armor inside. The fit would indicate that whoever bought them is familiar with the size of Kanan's hands.
Winter-Holiday Gift, Baby!
Yeah, the note had said there might be a penalty for negatively received gifts, but Prompto was willing to take that penalty, because he thought his present was absolutely genius and hilarious and so totally worth it.
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"Ickle: A tiny trebuchet for your junk so you can finally throw some fucking rocks. XOXO, Jack"
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And Jakku was boring, so she was sending a picture of a dirty navigation console she'd worked on a couple weeks ago, with a little bit of sand peeking through the viewport's sightline.
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Grumpy bus guy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I spoke to the others and, like, we're cool Wednesday after the park stuff or, like, Friday, I guess????????????????
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October 14, late at night
"Hey. It's me. There was a bomb. Kaidan's hurt and he's in surgery now. I'm okay. I don't.. I don't know anything more than what I just said. Won't for hours. Don't try to contact either of us. Everyone here thinks we're dead."
Beat. Her next words were coldly angry.
"We're not. I'm not. Whoever did this is gonna wish they were before I'm done with them."
Beat.
"We'll come home as soon as we can. Don't come here. There's nothing anyone can do right now but wait. Liara.. Liara will call you if anything changes. She promised."
And .. unable to say goodbye or anything even close to that, not while sitting in a hospital waiting room with Kaidan in surgery.. Jack simply hung up.