The streams are now crossed

[youwillbe]

It would be easy to miss Yoda's presence. He is, after all, only 0.6 meters tall. People have to look down to spot him.

Of course, to anyone who does look down, he's rather unique looking. Small. Green. Wrinkly. And, for some reason, dressed in the sort of sailor suit a toddler might have worn in the 1920s. Zelien had been hard on clothing, and for someone his size, replacements were... ecclectic.

This wasn't the swamp. After the business in Zelien, Yoda was expecting to finally be back in the swamp and spending a few years contemplating everything.

It seemed the Force had other ideas though. Except... something is wrong here. He stumbles slightly as he steps forward. "Quiet here, the Force is."

And without that connection to the Force, he really remembers that he is 881 years old. And that's hard on any body.

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[itmeanstruth]

Minoru chuckled at that last comment. "Yeah, it's no swamp. Is that where your home is?"

He had a hard time picturing anyone wanting to live in a place so damp and wet. But then again, he, more often than not, was either traveling homelessly through other dimensions or camping in Ryuuchi Cave.

[youwillbe]

"Now it is. Strange times these are." It was hard to really call it home when he'd just moved there. But he was in for the long haul there. It would have to be home. The Jedi Temple couldn't be any longer. "In Zelien last I was."

[itmeanstruth]

"Can't say I've ever been to that world. Or country... City?" He guessed. It was hard to tell how specific a place was.