#four months later...

hana walks in on tenko hunched over his laptop, and hauls him up and onto his feet.

"get up, worm, you need exercise."

"hey!" he cries, "i was doing something!"

she peers over at whatever this something was.

"you're watching a security camera feed. why."

"no im not," tenko denies vehemently, "its a new reality show."

"emphasis on reality, huh? now. who are you spyi-"

hana falls silent as she watches what appears to be pro hero best jeanist walking into a launderette and crawling into a washing machine. "tenko what is this..?"

"ive been telling you this whole time, best jeanist has a THING for WASHING MACHINES and im going to prove it."

they watch in a fascinated and yet terrible silence as the machine turns on and the hero tumbles around inside the machine. it takes exactly three minutes before hana breaks.

"what happened to you?" hana shakes her brother by the shoulders. "huh? what happened to you to make you this way?"

"i- wh-what?"

"can't you leave best jeanist to his fetish in peace? god. how am i going to look him in the eye after this? he's my coworker, tenko."

"do you not see there is something up with the guy? what if it's not just a washing machine thing? what if he-"

hana slams a hand over her brother's mouth. "silence! i love you but this is too much. at least have the integrity of spying on him in person."

tenko bites her to get her hand off. "but i need to prove-"

"NO!" hana says, and snatches the laptop off the sofa, sprinting away. "this is unhealthy and detrimental behaviour!"

"best jeanist is dating wash and i need evidence!"

Hoooooooooooooooo

I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT’S HAPPENING BUT I AM REALLY EXCITED

dammit I hate time-skips

Mohinder! You’re okay! PLAGUE WELL FUCK Nobody believes him lol Suspicious man is suspiscious

who the fuck are you guys Cute siblings are cyte

CLAIRE BABE YOU’RE OKAY :’))) Father-daughter feels. A new fuckboy to watch out for

Hiro!!! SAMURAI OH SHIT

Matt! wtf oh yay good for you bro!

Claire what the fuck That guy is either evil or a fuckboy. possibly both Claire is so cute gdi he’s definitely a fuckboy

Molly! so tiny WELL SHIT MOLLY

ANDO IS OKAY YAAAAAAY NO DON’T KILL HIRO’S DAD

NATHAN IS ALIVE THANK GOD NO NO PETER IS NOT DEAD FUCK YOU I REFUSE TO BELIEVE *INARTICULATE SCREAMING* Nathan BBY Mrs. Petrelli is fucked and I don’t care

Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?????????? KENSEI WAS A WHITE MAN??????

Noah’s boss is a fucker

Mohinder don’t trust this dude He is king Midas????

well damn Molly!

Maya and Alejandro are cuties :333 NO DON’T HURT HIM FUCK

The fuckboy is back He can fuck off GOOOO CLAIRE SHOW THOSE BITCHES WHAT’S WHAT GOD DAMMIT

oh Molly bby :’((((

Nice one Claire! fuck off fuckboy

this guy is even more of a fuckboy GODDAMN NOAH

well I’m confused

OH SHIT NAKAMURA FUCKING SLAYED ANGELA FUCK YEAH

DON’T PUNCH HIRO YOU FUCKER oh hello goat

wheeeeeeere iiiiiiiiis Peterrrrrrrrrrrr

lol like father like daughter Mrs. Bennet is still weird HOLY SHIT MOHINDER AND BENNET WORKING TOGETHER

WELL SHIT MAYA

Claire misses Peter because she lurvs him NATHAN WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT WAS THAT PETER JESUS CHRIST

ew what the fuckboy is spying on her gross

mysterious hooded man watches (from a distance) NO GEORGE TAKEI

Though the Praxeum on Arkania was not on the front lines, the ongoing war was a constant presence in the life of the younglings training there. The wild Arkanian Dragons provided opportunities for the more daring to finesse their lightsaber techniques, while the complicated relations between the Order and Adascorps meant visits to the capital provided educational scenarios for the more diplomatically inclined. Ilse benefited far more from the latter than the former. She enjoyed studying the dragons, but found the quick-flashing lightsabre techniques they inspired difficult to emulate.

It was roughly seven years after her arrival that Ilse would once more enter the wider galaxy at the side of Piers Tisen. They traveled extensively, often as part of a retinue bringing aide to refugee camps, at times acting on behalf of the order to persuade corporations and governments to offer their own assistance, or to accept the help of others. Piers did little to shelter his young protegee from the sights of war's destruction, and the follies of their own side, though he did take care to make sure she saw the results of their labour, futile though it sometimes seemed.

The destruction of the temple of Coruscant was a harsh blow, thought it fell far more heavily on Piers than on Ilse. She had never been there, knew few of the jedi there, and though she mourned for those lost, for the destroyed library, and for the psychological blow, she did not take it as personally as others did. She had never before understood how despair might turn someone to the dark side, but in the behaviour of some of her fellow Jedi, she began to understand.

Piers remained solid, dependable, willing to guide and answer her questions honestly, even when the answers admitted to doubt. There was still plenty to be done. People are not suddenly transported home because a cease fire has been put into place. Cities are not rebuilt simply because they are no longer being bombarded. Ilse saw, more than many, just how many people this uneasy peace had displaced, people whose homes the Republic had turned over to the Empire in order to have peace. It could not last.