id. skywalker | video | ota.

[blackclad]

The video feed shows a young man with mousey brown(ish) hair, dressed in neat, but worn black clothing. His eyes are bright blue, and his smile is soft and genuine.

"Hello, I'm Luke Skywalker. I've been brought aboard as a Warden, and it's good to meet you. I'm not great at introductions, so you're welcome to ask me whatever you like, and I hope you'll forgive a trite question to break the ice."

Looking suitably contrite, he ducks his head, and scrubs a hand over the back of his neck.

"What's the best and/or worst advice you've been given?"

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[shadowsran]

It's a low traffic hour, enough that it requires very little active looking to spot him. Sparing a quick detour to the Automat for a mug of tea, the path to him is otherwise a beeline. A smile is flashed as she sits, and alongside her colorful, flowing manner of dress, the overall picture painted is a friendly one.

"Appreciate the quick meeting," she admits, not without some sheepishness. "And apologies if it seems nosy, just happened to pique my interest early on."

[blackclad]

"It's no problem." When Luke smiles, the skin around his eyes crinkles - a little lopsided, but he does seem genuine. "And if it's too nosy, I'll tell you, but I think that a certain measure of openness, that's good for someone in my role."

Low to no-shame, that's how he rolls. (...about most things.)

"So, uh, do we jump into 'purpose' or chat about the lackluster tea first?"

[shadowsran]

"I'll be honest, my small talk's going to be even weaker when I know the other stuff is right there." She laughs, turning her mug between her hands, but doesn't otherwise look impatient. It's kind of a stranger to humor this, she knows — no looking a gift horse in the mouth.

"I can say this is only the second time I've actually gotten tea out of the automat when I wanted it, and I'm wondering what your role is."

[blackclad]

"Tea based wizardry." No. (Although, if anyone could, it would be someone taught by Obi-wan.)

"And, I'll jump in then. I grew up in the armpit of the galaxy, although that makes it sound a little better than it really was, and the first chance I could to get away, I took hold with both hands." It might be worth noting that he is wearing a glove on his right hand.

[shadowsran]

Smile widening, she nods along. There's a refreshing absence of concepts, peoples, or materials that require further explanation. Perhaps as a result of that, any single gloves are attributed to a taste for asymmetrical fashion.

"Was it getting to do something you wanted, specifically, or did that 'what' not matter, as long as you made it out?"