DRUG OF CHOICE

Cael T. Ukar Indie OC Star Wars RP blog for Arkanian offshoot doctor Clone Wars and Early Empire era

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Hi! It’s been forever? But I saw TLJ??? And knew I had to resurrect Cael for the sole purpose of awarding his undeserving ass a giant party space yacht. That’s the only reason I’m here. Come over and party.

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Cael rolls out of a cargo box and lays on his back, gasping for air. Absently, he fumbles through his robe pockets until he finds his datapad. He checks his accounts and swears, his hand slips, and he drops the datapad on his face.

Turning onto his hands and knees, Cael eventually gets to his feet and looks around. “Huh.” Guess there’s no putting a price on having your life.

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accessing databank…

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controlledrage:

Sev didn’t flush but his body language clearly showed that he was uncomfortable. About what exactly, he couldn’t determine. He just was.

“Missed you, too.”

He looked up at Cael and forced a smile, lips a smidge away from being thinly pressed together. Sev definitely was glad to see Cael, glad to see anybody from his “past life” alive and wanting to keep in touch.

Cael dropped his head to hide a smile. It felt so weird smiling--smiling, especially, because of Sev, of all people.

“You, ah, look good, Sev. It’s good seeing you. I was just about to go out for caf if you... wish to join me.”

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controlledrage:

And just like that, the mood took a turn, even darker than what Sev expected to happen. “Sorry,” he muttered, lowering his gaze. Had he disappointed Cael? Why was he taking this so personally?

Color rushed into his cheeks and Cael lost all composure. He waved a hand at the other man. “Oh, no, no, no, no, Sev. I was just teasing you.” Then he bit his lip. A lot had happened since the war--everybody, including Cael, was coping in different ways. A little on edge at all times. Cael reached out and patted Sev on the arm. “I did miss you, though.”

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controlledrage:

“If that is wounding you, I hate to imagine what would happen if you saw a real wound, Doc.” Nothing like needling a doctor to make his day.

“Very funny, Sev.” Okay, fine, there were certain things that still got Cael a little queasy, but he would never admit it. His bedside manner never suffered for it, that was for sure. “It’s a different kind of pain, you see. Like a heartache kind.”

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Cael pressed a hand to his chest like he’d been shot. “Sev! You wound me!”

Okay, fine, it had been a while.

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ooc

// hiiii, it’s been a while?

I’m slowly dragging myself back into RP so here’s a soft promo for my two other blogs too.

@empiricdoc: Dr. Cael Ukar, human disaster (having stolen the title from another one of my characters. UR DOIN AMAZING SWEETIE)

@manonthewalll: Bucky Barnes nestled nicely into Marvel hell but holy shit that fandom is really hard to get into. whatever

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;D eyyyyy

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unseasonedsenator:

“Did he.”

Cael. Cael. The name struck a chord in her memory, but not from her Brother. No … that name she first heard from the lips of a troublemaker. And, well. 

That didn’t really bode well for Cael at all.

“Cael.” She repeated — toneless. Smoke would have a lot to answer for. “Please, come in.” Her voice promised very little warmth and, perhaps, held an edge that maybe said don’t do that thing. But she stepped aside to allow him clearance to enter, and, well. That was that.

“Smoke is currently sorting … equipment.” That sounded like a double entendre, and she really did not intend for that. Cripes. “Are you thirsty?”

“Uh, no. Thank you, Senator.” Charm. Charm. Cael had charm, somewhere, and he needed to turn it on right now, but he was terribly nervous and his palms were sweating like crazy.

Cael stepped inside once invited and looked around with a pair of wide eyes like he expected to get caught in a trap. “So Smoke’s... busy. I can go. I don’t want to bother you.”

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// gentle reminder that I’ve been over on this space child @manonthewalll and he’s neat i guess

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// we interrupt this dead blog to bring you, my Worst Idea As Of Late, Bucky Barnes: THE BLOG!!!

@manonthewalll

I’m building the character to be in space, like, all the time fighting aliens and stuff so if you’re seeing this I would love to RP with you. Multiverse blog ahoy!

ok bye <3

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At the moment, Cael can be found drinking caf and simultaneously thinking about taking a nap.

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Sips the caf.

“Who made this?”

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@empiricdoc listen. I understand on Ahsoka or Fives or Daliah, but Scout? Why Scout? She’s a precious flower.

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Porn blogs: u l i t i m a t e c o r r u p t i o n

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“…”

After a moment of consideration he begrudgingly scoots aside. He’s going to keep one eye on Cael, though. Not because he doesn’t trust him, but because he doesn’t trust him.

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“Thank you.”

He hesitates. Mij could still shoot him. He’s not sure he would deserve it, but he figures Mij could do it just for fun, and because there’s medical supplies readily available. Cael inhales and approaches the couch, inspecting the cushions thoroughly before reaching for his datapad.

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Casually brandishes a blaster from beneath his folded arm.

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“P..please?”

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“Clearance.”

Her tone is flat — unimpressed, unmoved, suspicious. He’s much taller than her, that’s for certain, but height never seemed to deter her, and it would not start now. 

But, since he apparently knew her Brother’s name, she’ll cut to the point.

“What do you want with my head of security, exactly?”

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“He asked for me.”

Now Cael’s brow lowers and he realizes he may have overstepped. Like, a lot.

“I’m Cael.”

It’s entirely possible she has no idea who he is, and that stings.