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[facultative]

Who: Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader (facultative) and you!
What: November catchall
When: Throughout November
Where: Various

Content Warnings: violence
i. no fighting
[By this point Anakin is looking like a textbook example of what advanced corruption looks like. Fanged teeth, fever and glassy, bloodshot eyes and an unwillingness to seek treatment has most of the locals giving him a wide berth. He's already drawn his lightsaber against quite a few people who had tried to assist him.

Perhaps your character is minding their own business or perhaps they’re keeping a wary eye on a clearly volatile young man. Regardless Anakin will notice them for whatever reason.]

What are you looking at?

ii. potential for violence
[The next person that tries to convince him to seek help hangs suspended in the air as they try to grapple with the invisible force holding them by the throat.]

Do I look like I need help?

[Slowly Anakin increases the pressure and their eyes bulge before they catch another character’s eyes, one hand leaving their neck to frantically gesture for help.

Otherwise use i. or make up your own prompt! This is mostly so I know who doesn't mind things escalating.]

iii. obi-wan
[Anakin had been hard to locate last month with his bloodtype allowing him to seemingly vanish into thin air, but the new month had removed that advantage and it was only a matter of time before he ran into his old master.]

You look tired.

[He looks worse, but he feels better than he has in a long time. Releasing the weight of his previous indecision having a greater impact than the effects of corruption. He draws his lightsaber, revealing the red blade as he points it against Obi-Wan.]

Last chance to walk away.

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( iii. mustafar intensifies )

[jedies]

[ walk away. oh, how tempting that sounds. to put it all aside, to never confront the growing darkness in his padawan's eyes. add it to your list of failures, anakin's voice rings in his mind. failure. good but never good enough. never enough to stop the tide. never enough to save the ones he loved. and perhaps that is the destiny the force has chosen for him.

his boy, his boy.

so obi-wan must meet it, with blade in hand. he cannot look away. he will not. if this is to be their end, at least — at least this time, they'll meet it together. at least he won't let it end in the dark. ]

No.

[ the steel is in his voice. the light in his heart. ]

I will not.

[facultative]

[Once he'd been convinced of the love Obi-Wan claimed to have for him. Seeing him now like this convinces Anakin that was all a lie. If he loved him, he'd walk away and refuse this fight. If he loved him, he'd join him. He is never enough, he has to grab for what he wants or he'd lose it.

You were my brother, Anakin. I loved you.

So this is what it comes to. What it was always meant to come to.]

Then so be it. I knew it was a lie.

[He doesn't give any sort of signal before he dashes forward, swinging the blade down with all his might.]

[jedies]

[ oh. how could anakin think that? how could he say that? but obi-wan can't let himself dwell on it. he must let those doubts go otherwise this battle is already lost. his light saber flares as he takes his position, blocking the blow with ease. but there's no easygoing looks or remarks in this battle.

there's nothing more that can be said. ]

[facultative]

[There's no hesitation or restraint in any of Anakin's moves. He fights to kill, he wants to see that agony as Obi-Wan's life fades from his eyes. Every swing is accompanied by the full force of his strength and every movement only considers his next attack. His defence is non-existent.

They know each other too well. Years spent fighting side by side has given them a unique understanding of each others fighting styles. He has to hit harder and figure out a way to break through his defences.]

[jedies]

[ violence crackles in the air. it is as if the force itself is on the edge, teetering between the light and the dark. blade meets blade in a vicious blow. obi-wan has specialized in the ultimate defense ever since qui-gon passed. he didn't allow for weaknesses.

but that won't work with anakin. anakin is his weakness. so he pushes back. ]

can i get uhhhhh two

[armd]

Yeah, (abby says, her tone light, her eyes darting to the person struggling for air in anakin's invisible grasp. obi-wan's message is strong in her mind: keep your distance from anakin for a while. he's gone over to the dark side.

but– this person didn't have the same warning. they didn't know.)

Looks like you need lots, (she adds brusquely,) So cut the temper tantrum, and talk to me about it instead.

(she's good at pissing him off. maybe he'll take the bait.)

abby vs anakin for who gets to be first on the tag list

[facultative]

[Despite his attention on Abby, Anakin doesn't release them just yet. He's drawn to their fear and panic and it's far more useful to let them continue hanging. A display of power and control.]

Talk. Can't you see I'm done talking?

[He takes a step towards her.]

You can't save them.

if i win you have you change your name to zanakin

[armd]

They didn't fucking do anything to you!

(shit. abby thought he wouldn't be able to concentrate on holding somebody aloft and having a go at her simultaneously. she's realising with a sense of foreboding that she doesn't understand much at all about the force or how it works- even less so when it's used like this.)

Who are you so mad at?

and if i win abby is now zan

[facultative]

How do you know they didn't? [A quick glance tells him that they've started losing consciousness so he loosens his grasp just a fraction. It's enough to keep them alive and provide them with false hope.]

I told them to go away and I will not be ignored.

[Beneath the suffering, the hate, the anger is the all encompassing fear he's never figured out how to let go of. It leads to the anger that the world could be this cruel, the hate that people would allow this to happen and the suffering as he pushes everyone away and lashes out.]

i

[vibing]

[ Yuri isn't looking quite as bad as Anakin, but fangs press under his lips and his skin has a distinct blue tint. His sword dangles from his hand, but he makes no move to do anything. There's a smear of flour on his black shirt, heading home from a shift at Lysithea's bakery, somewhere between the Gaze and Crenshaw. All in all, it's pretty innocuous, two Sleepers passing on the street. Except one of those Sleepers did kill the other one's best friend bare weeks ago.

Yuri's been good. He didn't go after Anakin, didn't try anything. He doesn't need to reopen that chapter of his life, not for this guy. So he smiles, just a flicker of his lips. ]

You got a little something.

[ He gestures at Anakin's whole self ]

[facultative]

[It takes a while for recognition to settle in. Flynn feels so long ago and Yuri's anger even more so due to how little importance the whole thing was to him. Anakin had far greater concerns than the death of some stranger.]

Do I look like I care?

[vibing]

[ Yuri shrugs a shoulder, a hand propped on his hip, the image of a guy who doesn't care. Goading Anakin is a terrible idea. He shouldn't be doing it, but... well. He likes to do things he shouldn't, sometimes. ]

Thought you should know. Y'know, in case you're trying to impress somebody or something.

[facultative]

[Anakin is incredibly easy to rile up, but that also means it doesn't take much for him to lash out.]

Like who? Your friend? Thought I already did.

II

[faithfulson]

[ Luke hadn't heard from his father since he walked out of his house, and part of him had been hoping that he either calmed down or Obi-Wan had been able to help him out of it. Of course, he had to be wrong, and of course, he had to walk in on something out of a Rebel's nightmares, and for a moment he could almost see a familiar black mask, before reality snapped back into focus. ]

[ He reached out with his weakened telekinetic powers in the Force, knowing that it was not going to be enough to free the person his father had trapped in invisible hands, but hopefully it would be enough to help the poor person breathe. ]

That's enough, father!

sorry ur dad is the worst luke

[facultative]

[It's easy enough to swat away Luke's attempts at interference and it's yet another thing that's proof the future needed to be rewritten. He should have been capable of far greater things and Luke's growth had been held back without him around.

But while Luke isn't able to free them, crucially Anakin allows the slightest bit of breathing room so his son has another reason to stick around.]

Luke! [He's still pleased to see his son even if Luke doesn't feel the same at the moment.] I'll let them go once I'm sure they've learned their lesson.

Or maybe I won't.

Anakin is the worst dad. Meanwhile, water is wet.

[faithfulson]

[ Luke wanted to scream in frustration; he could practically feel the disappointment his father had in his training, and he was sorely tempted to remind him that he absolutely wiping the Death Star floor with his rear end. But that had been out of anger, just like his feelings now, and he let out a soft breath, letting the Force take the emotion out with it. He knew his training was a rushed thing, and most of it he had to learn on his own, but he also knew he was more competent than this place and his changed blood was allowing him to be. ]

[ But there was something he was better at now, thanks to this place. ]

[ He took a deep breath, drawing on the Force and what he could understand of his new strength, and pouring it into his voice. When next he spoke, his words practically echoed in the Force, powerful enough that the people lingering around stopped and stared like they needed to follow a command that did not apply to them. ]

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he'll get better eventually :c

[facultative]

[Whether Luke liked it or not, the strength in the Force that will make their family so influential in the galaxy all started with Anakin. He didn't have the same level of experience as the man Luke would eventually fight, but he also wasn't held back by a cumbersome cybernetic suit compensating for his missing limbs. But none of it mattered for this.

What did was that Anakin's connection to the Force remained untouched. A Jedi mind trick would never have worked on him, but this was something more than that. He feels the compulsion and despite knowing about it still finds himself tempted to comply. The effort was to be commended and he claps his hands slowly.]

How does it feel to exert your will on others? Do you feel powerful?

[In lieu of verbal praise, Anakin relinquishes his hold on their neck for now, but they still dangle in his grasp. They take gulping breaths of air, but they won't be going anywhere.]

i

[survivalthroughhate]

An angry child, clearly.

[Maul quips. He's completely unimpressed with Anakin throwing what Maul sees as the world's biggest temper tantrum. Really, what Anakin needs a good kick in the head and then a solid beating to knock the stuffing out of him in order to get him back on the right track in the Sith Lord's opinion.]

[facultative]

[Anakin still hates Maul, but it's no longer a vindictive hate that wants to see him suffer for all eternity. Now it's more along the distaste one feels when they step in something unpleasant. Maul is now no longer worthy of that much of his attention until he's forced to interact with him.]

What does that make you?

[survivalthroughhate]

Someone who's still making better decisions than you ever will.

[Did Anakin even have a decision-making process? Maul was convinced at this point in time that he didn't. He just seemed to run on whatever impulsive thought entered his head. Falling to the Dark Side was definitely a new low for the (former?) Jedi.]

[facultative]

[He scoffs. Maul could claim whatever he wanted, it didn't change the fact that he and Sidious rule an Empire.]

Keep telling yourself that. Maybe you'll finally realise the dirt is where you belong.

shenanigans with the winchesters

[facultative]

[There's a lot of things Anakin had once been preoccupied with that had fallen to the wayside with recent revelations. Unfortunately Dean Winchester is not one of them. It's hard to forget about the man who lusted after his wife and then pivoted to someone else merely for the resemblance to her.]

You!

[Anakin hadn't been actively hunting the man, but he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity once it presented itself. He's so furious he doesn't know whether to draw his lightsaber or just strangle him.

(Run Dean, run.)]

[venatoris]

[ Dean has been lied to in regards to this whole mess - Sam in his inbox feeding him bullshit about Anakin moving in on Ariadne to do...

God knows what, really. Regardless, he (stupidly) trusts Sam, and heads off to meet Darth Freakin' Vader.

This is probably the stupidest thing he's ever done - and when he sees Anakin, his heart thumps but he flashes a cocky grin, hands in his pockets. ]

Sup, Boomer.

[facultative]

[Forget about any of those methods. Anakin wants to see the life fade from his eyes under his hands. Anything else was too impersonal, but first he had to suffer.]

You will not have her.

[That message was right about where he would be. Anakin is so disgusted that this man would even think to escalate things further and the temperature seems to drop as Anakin gets closer and closer.]

[venatoris]

You are seriously deranged, man. You know that?

[ Like, beyond messed up. Dean is aware of the history but...oof. Meeting the 'Vade in person is a) creepy af, b) unnerving as hell and c) friggin' awesome. ]

Yeah, that's close enough, dude.