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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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[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.

[ 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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[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.]

[ Luke didn't expect it to work, but it still had the desired effect -- the person he had in his invisible grasp was breathing again, though they still looked terrified. They would be safe for now, and Luke flicked his gaze back to his father as he approached, keeping his focus on him now. ]

No, I do not.

[ He folded his hands before him, looking the very image of Jedi calm. ]

I rather use these abilities to help people, even you.

[Anakin smirks.] So you'll help despite thinking I don't deserve it? The Jedi always preached kindness while choosing to turn their backs on others.

[His smirk turns into a barely restrained snarl. It had always bothered him that they weren't free to help everyone. There was always some excuse to hold them back from doing what needed to be done. Anakin has never forgotten that he has his freedom only because they thought he meant something to them. If he had been anyone else they would have left him behind without a second thought.]

How kind of you to choose otherwise.

[ He wanted to say he never even thought his father didn't deserve his help, but Luke kept his mouth shut, refusing to rise to the cyclic argument his father was trying to bait out of him. Instead he let him pace, let him snarl, let him get out everything he wanted to get out, standing in his spot, unflinching, continuing to radiate calm and peace the whole time. ]

[ Luke finally let out a breath once he finished, tilting his head slightly. ]

I won't pretend to understand how the Order use to be, or what you suffered through because of it. By my point in time, that's all gone, with only ghosts left behind. I have only what I find and what I believe to go off of, and I chose to believe in you, father.

[ He held his clenched his hands tighter, left over right, a thumb absently rubbing on the leather of his glove. ]

There is good in you father, in my point in time. I've seen it and felt it, and I feel that goodness here. Please don't turn away from it. Please stop this.

[He takes slow, measured breaths, reaching for a calm that's eluded him for years. Luke deserved better than him losing his temper.]

Twenty years and no one remembers them any more.

You're chasing an ideal that never existed. All those people they interacted with and not one of them could tell you anything useful.

Good people don't destroy the entire Jedi Organisation until there's only whispered stories left. Good people don't do what I do.

[Even when he had desperately tried to be good, he still had blood on his hands. He was always meant for this and it's a shame Luke couldn't accept that.]

[ Luke felt his father trying, and despite what Yoda said about there not being such a thing, the effort still mattered to him. His expression softened, easing his grip on his hands as he gave his father a pleading look. ]

Then I'll make that ideal, but not just for myself or the people that come after me, but for you as well.

[ He took a careful step toward him, and then another when he was certain it was safe, not stopping until he was standing before him. ]

I want that, and I want to make it possible... but more than that, more than just being a Jedi, I... I want my family. Growing up, I didn't want all of this, I wanted my father. I still do.

[ He reached his hand out to him, knowing he was repeating himself, but at least this time around he could physically reach him as well as with his words. ]

Come with me. Please.

[Anakin does take Luke's hand in his, but it's not to accept Luke's point of view. Instead he shakes his head and gently closes his son's hand.]

I'm not putting that on your shoulders. I'll fix everything and then we can be a family again. You'll know your mother, you'll have me.

This other life? I'll get rid of it. You won't miss what never happened.

[ Luke couldn't keep the sad look from his face. He let his hand drop, not sure which instance of this moment was worse. ]

You won't succeed. This path you're on is one I can't follow -- none of us can.

[ He fell quiet a moment, turning his thoughts inward, holding onto what Leia had told him about their mother, the only bit of her either of them had, and they weren't even sure if it was real. But still, even with that... he could almost feel the kind of person she might have been, deep inside himself; her kindness and her strength. ]

I don't need to have known my mother, to know she would would feel the same.

She loves me. More than anything.

[And therefore would eventually forgive any of his transgressions. Anakin knows her in a way Luke never got the chance to. He's already seen how she's willing to look away after he killed the Tuskens, it's easy for him to assume this wouldn't be her limit. Not when it was for their family.]

And it's alright. You don't need to follow this path. I'll walk it so you don't have to.

[ Luke stared at him for a moment, his expression unreadable... before his face fell, replaced with pain that was just more than from what his father was doing now. There was grief there, yes, but also the struggle from learning the truth of who his father was, to accepting it, to getting him back... and now this. ]

[ It was a moment before he let out a soft breath, looking up at him with mournful eyes. ]

...then I've witnessed my father's death once again.

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sorry ur dad is the worst luke

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

he'll get better eventually :c

Good <3

I MAKE NO GUARANTEES ON HOW LONG IT'LL TAKE THO

Dammit, Dad.

there's a lot of work involved okay

It's okay, Luke's a hard worker.

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