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deercountry2022-06-12 04:09 am
dyaddyissues) wrote in deercountry2022-06-12 04:09 am
i couldn't stand the person inside me, i turned all the mirrors around
who: kylo ren + you
what: intro and settling in
where: throughout
when: June, around tdm time
I.
Kylo Ren doesn't cope well with being displaced as he is. Not when the Force around him feels... strange. Not quite as full of life, perhaps dull and muted is the word to use? He doesn't know -- he's gotten the introduction, read the leaflet, listened to the chatter on the beach he'd woken up in a body that felt just ever so slightly off. Like a pair of trousers that once fit but needed to be adjusted for whatever reason.
Now that that disorientation had passed, he picked up the bag of his belongings: a sodden cape, leather gloves, the hilt (which goes on his belt) and the broken pieces of the mask (which he nearly throws back into the ocean upon finding them), and moves throughout the city. For a man so tall, and dressed all in black his attempts at blending in might seem somewhat laughable, as does his not-so-sunny disposition, a scowl that seems almost etched onto his features.
He brushes through the crowd without much of a word or pleasantry to anyone.
And force help anyone who wants to catch his eye.
II. (nightmares)
The way Kylo has always avoided the nightmares and memories that typically plague his sleep? Work and train himself into exhaustion, until his mind is too tired to dream at all. Normally, it works well enough, he can function and behave normally - or as normally as Kylo Ren does. Here, without a purpose or cause to cling to, he feels a bit... lost. And it's simpler to lose track, so he begins to have nightmares. Violent, and vivid. Plunging his lightsaber through his father's heart, the way his uncle had stared down at him, and his only friend -- Tai, being cut down by Ren.
It doesn't only happen during the night, but in the day as well. He pulls himself out of a dream, standing straight where he'd nearly slumped over where he stood to shake the dust out of his mind.
"Don't bother. I don't require any assistance." He says to any single onlooker or one attempting to reach him.
III. (wildcard)
want to continue something from the TDM? Or something else entirely. Go for it. You can dm to chat or hit me up on plurk @ dyads to discuss plans!
what: intro and settling in
where: throughout
when: June, around tdm time
I.
Kylo Ren doesn't cope well with being displaced as he is. Not when the Force around him feels... strange. Not quite as full of life, perhaps dull and muted is the word to use? He doesn't know -- he's gotten the introduction, read the leaflet, listened to the chatter on the beach he'd woken up in a body that felt just ever so slightly off. Like a pair of trousers that once fit but needed to be adjusted for whatever reason.
Now that that disorientation had passed, he picked up the bag of his belongings: a sodden cape, leather gloves, the hilt (which goes on his belt) and the broken pieces of the mask (which he nearly throws back into the ocean upon finding them), and moves throughout the city. For a man so tall, and dressed all in black his attempts at blending in might seem somewhat laughable, as does his not-so-sunny disposition, a scowl that seems almost etched onto his features.
He brushes through the crowd without much of a word or pleasantry to anyone.
And force help anyone who wants to catch his eye.
II. (nightmares)
The way Kylo has always avoided the nightmares and memories that typically plague his sleep? Work and train himself into exhaustion, until his mind is too tired to dream at all. Normally, it works well enough, he can function and behave normally - or as normally as Kylo Ren does. Here, without a purpose or cause to cling to, he feels a bit... lost. And it's simpler to lose track, so he begins to have nightmares. Violent, and vivid. Plunging his lightsaber through his father's heart, the way his uncle had stared down at him, and his only friend -- Tai, being cut down by Ren.
It doesn't only happen during the night, but in the day as well. He pulls himself out of a dream, standing straight where he'd nearly slumped over where he stood to shake the dust out of his mind.
"Don't bother. I don't require any assistance." He says to any single onlooker or one attempting to reach him.
III. (wildcard)
want to continue something from the TDM? Or something else entirely. Go for it. You can dm to chat or hit me up on plurk @ dyads to discuss plans!
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At least his memory had returned.
Likely, the way to deal was not by not giving everyone who brushed by him a look that could turn them into ash on the spot. Even when it was his own fault.
He barely even notices he's being addressed until he glances around for the source of the man speaking. ]
[ ...Obi-Wan isn't wrong. As much as he doesn't want to admit that particular fact. ]
What gives you that idea?
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[ and obi-wan is a jedi. he's trained to notice minutiae. ]
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[ Kylo's eyes darken slightly as he spots a few minute details, namely the familiar looking hilt at his side, and a familiar whispering of - ah, there it is. ]
Though I wonder if that is all you picked up on.
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[ and he's not the kind of person to lay judgement from a first impression. ]
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[ somehow he doesn't actively spit the word 'Jedi' as if it's offensive to him but there's no love there, clearly. ]
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You haven't met many Jedi, have you?
apologies for slow, being sick sucks
They also answer questions with other questions.
A few.
[ a few more than he would've liked. ]
no worries!
[ and it is their foundation after all. to question. obi-wan has been a teacher too long to let go of that habit. "a few" means it is a small number. and considering what obi-wan knew of the future, it is unsurprising that such generalisations come to pass. ]
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I would swear all of you take certain joy in being as frustrating and obtuse as you're possibly able to be.
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What is driving you?
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You're not going to give up are you.
Here? I don't know yet, I've only just arrived. And I've yet to discover what the purpose of any of this is, but it feels... normal. Like I'm supposed to be here.
I don't like it.
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[ one of his many characteristic flaws. unfortunate. ]
You don't like belonging? Or the fact that it feels like you did not have agency in the choice?
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[ He thought that was finished with that, when he killed Snoke. This is smaller than that perhaps but it still rankles, none the less. ]
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