( open ) if you have something to say

[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.

Comments

[facultative]

[Never mind that Anakin had made it next to impossible for Obi-Wan to find him directly. He shouldn't have gone behind his back, but if his old master wanted to involve others in this then he had to be prepared for them to get hurt.]

I don't need his false concern. Did he send you here to try and stop me?

[He doesn't need to agree or deny his allegiance to the dark side. It's obvious enough to anyone. She might not understand why, but this is what he was always meant for.]

[armd]

No.

(she thinks surely he knows that, deep down. obi-wan wouldn't ask this of anybody,) I'm trying to stop you myself.

(... is it working? will you put that person down now please)

[facultative]

[Anakin's currently telling himself that Obi-Wan doesn't actually care for him despite every fibre of his body knowing that's false so his capacity for delusion is extremely high.]

Do you really think you could take me on?

[He gives her a once over and scoffs.]

[armd]

Yeah.

(light, airy. she curls her hands into fists,) Why not.

(she's bigger than him. she's bigger than most people, but most people don't have the fucking force on their side either. he's being such a pain in the ass though. she's talked about this with obi-wan, seen his expression, and the hurt in his eyes. anakin is pushing away the people that he loves, and abby has been there. she's done that, she knows what fucking happens.

maybe she can help him, before he puts his foot in it just like she did.)

[facultative]

[He slowly draws his lightsaber, but instead of igniting it or getting into a battle stance Anakin chooses to throw it to one side. Just close enough to Abby to make it tempting.]

Such arrogance.

[armd]

Yup.

(heard it all before, he's not the first person to tell her this. she doesn't give a shit about his lightsaber, the wild, loud hum of it; nor does she think he'd really hurt her. because she doesn't want to hurt him either. they're posturing, but abby really does want to redirect his concentration. that person has been in the air for far too long.

so she stoops, picks up a palm-sized rock, and throws it at him.)

[facultative]

[Anakin doesn't flinch, catching it out of the air easily with his prosthetic arm. He puts pressure on it until it crumbles in his hand and then dusts off his gloves. She was going to have to try harder to distract him.]

You'd have better luck bleeding on me.

[armd]

(yeah, she's seen what her blood does to skin, she knows the kind of damage that it does. maybe, just maybe, she doesn't want to do that to anakin? she likes him. he's annoying and funny, and obi-wan thinks the world of him, and abby doesn't want to spatter blood on him and melt the goddamn flesh off his bones.

it's difficult, when he baits her to do it.

the prosthetic arm might be a good middle ground. she can damage that, but it won't hurt him. not necessarily? abby is thinking, expression troubled, and then all at once she surges into action.

he has the force. she's a goddamn force, she'll show him. it's always pissed her off that she hasn't really been able to prove herself. she's going to close the distance, try and get in close, and punch into his upper arm, hidden by sleeve. she's assuming that's metal, too.)

[facultative]

[Punching a metal arm is not normally people's first choice which is how she manages to get in close to make the attempt. Luckily for her, the prosthetic doesn't reach that far and it's flesh her fist connects with. He grunts as he takes the blow, but sways with it before he plants his feet and keeps his balance.

She's managed to get in close, but that also means he's also able to get up in her space. As she makes her punch, he's making his own moves, his left fist swung towards her stomach. He's reinforcing his swing with the Force to hit harder than anyone should be able to.]