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deercountry2021-09-10 10:03 pm
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He's a feral creature (Open)
Who: Darth Maul and you!
What: Event prompts + TDM overflow
When: All throughout September
Where: Beach and boardwalk for TDM prompts, throughout the city for event prompts
Content Warnings: Corpses of teenagers, stalking behavior
A. Event Prompts
I) Growing Pains
After hearing about the ritual from some of the Trench natives, Maul decides what the hell, might as well participate. While he isn't inclined to believe too much of what they have to say and is still suspicious this would lead to possible harm, he also knows letting go of the past and looking towards the future is nothing but a good thing for him personally. To that end, he is in his front yard near one of the big trees that adorned the house, several items surrounding him for the ritual to be completed.
Maul scribbles down a few words in a large, blocky script on a blank page in journal he's been writing in since it showed up with the rest of his Welcome Bag. While he means for this to be a private moment, anyone around snooping will be able to see what it says. 'Break the chains.' But anyone who comments upon it will receive a glare and harsh growl in return. He looks at it for a moment before dropping it into the hole he's made. Once it is covered with dirt, he picks up a dagger given to him by a dear friend and slashes his palm open. He lets a few drops fall onto the dirt and waits.
After a few moments, a beautiful rose with most peculiar coloration blooms. It remained vibrant and healthy only for a few moments before it begins to wither and wilt. Maul stares at the limp flower for a moment as a frown crosses his face. "Of course" is all that he had to say on the matter. He is not at all surprised his flower would be defective right off the bat.
II) River of Regret
Really, Maul is doing his best not to be surprised about what has happened. He's just been waiting for the other shoe to drop now that he's started getting his bearings here in Trench, so this had been bound to happen. Granted, having a raven feather touch him and then getting swept up in a whirlwind of them only to be deposited in a canoe on a sun-spackled river wasn't quite what he'd had in mind. When he sees the corpses, Maul's first instinct is to throw himself out of the boat and start swimming, but he knows he'd drown with his lower metal half before he got more than a few strokes out. No, he and the other person are going to be forced to sit here and look upon all the regrets of his past.
There are faces, so many faces up there. There is a whole group of teenagers of various species, the most prominent one a young Nautolan with large purple eyes that seem to bore right into Maul's, a strange sort of smile on her face. He can see his family, Savage still with the two holes that had been stabbed through his chest by his former master and Mother Talzin, also with lightsaber wounds in her chest. Some people from Deerington are there as well. Usagi. Xue Yang. Reaper. Ben. Varian. Fern. Luz. Even Darth Sidious is hanging there, his corpse looking as if it had fallen from a great height. Maul pointedly avoids staring at that one as if he's trying to avoid staring into the sun for too long.
Maul's face is set and determined after he is done staring at all the corpses without blinking. His voice has a note of grim resignation in it when he turns to whoever he is stuck with. His hands are tense, claws digging small grooves into the wooden sides of the canoe. "Alright, if this place is at all like Deerington, it wants us to experience some emotions by talking out what's in front of us. So do you want me to go first or do you?" He's been around the block enough times to recognize one of the usual group therapy or friendship building exercises this place was already likely to entail when he saw it. That doesn't mean he is going to like it at all but he knows better than to fight it for too long.
III) Bloodsport
Maul can feel it right from the start of the moment, that restlessness that makes him want to go out and kill something. It's not really different than his usual state at first, so he doesn't really feel like anything is out of the ordinary, chalking it up to being in a new place and trying to be on his best behavior instead of immediately going out and massacring the populace.
He makes offers to spar or train with anyone during this time to help get out all that extra energy and they are completely genuine. If he does get a little bit more vicious than usual during these sessions, at least the curse he's still under is able to rein him back in fairly quickly, preventing him from going too close to the edge of turning it into a potentially lethal fight. He can also be found meditating a lot more as well during these feelings of murderous energy, also offering to show anyone the basics if they want to pull up a seat next to him wherever he might be and learn how to meditate in the ways of the Dark Side.
But he can't resist his feelings forever and so he's eventually led towards the Gate. Despite the handicap of feeling pain when he attacks anyone sentient, he's not willing to back down. His truly terrifying side comes out when he faces the monsters and he can go all out against them, but his brutality towards the Sleepers he faces is only slightly less. He'll twirl around his lightsaber or whatever weapon he currently has in his possession, a cocky smirk on his face. He twirls his weapon around before facing the business end towards whoever he is facing. "I'm not going to go easy on you. So let us get this over with as quickly as possible, shall we?" With those few words, he's on the attack.
[OOC: Maul is still under a magical curse from Deerington where he feels pain anytime he inflicts it upon someone else. He can still hurt someone thanks to the naturally high pain tolerance of a Vileblood, it's just going hurt him as well. For this reason, he likely won't be able to kill anyone.]
B. Newsletter Prompts
I) Moon Flowers
Standing in front of his house in Prufrock, Maul was studying the outside of it with a puzzled expression on his face. The entirety of the still somewhat worn-down old giant house is now completely covered in white roses. While he's confused by this, he's also not complaining given they seemed to be having a calming effect on his mind, which Maul being Maul was always a good thing.
He clipped a few of them off at a time and carefully sliced off any thorns, twisting a piece of spare rough brown cord around them to form them into a tiny bouquet. He sat there outside, watching Venge and Malice the vornskr play fight in the front yard while Slicer the warg slept underneath his favorite tree. When anyone he knew passed by, he'd hand them a bouquet of the roses. "For you," he'd say simply without explanation. Maul wasn't usually keen on being nice to people but keeping a stable mind was always important considering all that he'd experienced in Deerington.
II) Drawn to Palebloods
It wasn't the first time Maul had been drawn towards certain people due to the machinations of whatever was going on around him. At least this time, he seemed to be in full control of his mental faculties, something he and everyone around him could be thankful for. It just felt natural to be drawn to certain people as surely as if the Force itself was drawing him towards them.
Of course, being a psychotic Sith Lord, Maul wasn't always one for the best social niceties. So it would be no surprise to have someone suddenly see Maul watching them from the shadows of a dark alleyway or perched like a sentient gargoyle on top of the nearest building. Actually just talking to anyone seemed to be out of the question for the weirdo. Granted, the minute anyone actually called him out on his strange behavior, he'd be sure to actually approach them, but until then the Palebloods of Trench were going to be having fun with a creepy sort-of Sith stalker.
III) Walking Around The City
Maul had wasted no time in learning the ins and outs of the city. This place had a far different vibe from Deerington and so far he's liking what he's seeing. His Maalraas Omen, Venge, was always by his side. Though with the way they could cloak themselves in the darkness of the Force, he oftentimes seemed to be alone until suddenly there was a monstrous apparition that appeared out of the dark, all teeth and beady eyes, watching whoever was talking with Maul intently.
He'd taken note of certain places that he was sure he would want to investigate further like Ursula's Ink and Earworm. For the most part, he was just absorbing the atmosphere, but what started to annoy him was the way that the citizens of the city kept staring at him for long periods of time, whispering among themselves whenever he passed by. A few of the bolder ones even tried to follow him unobtrusively. He already knew he was a distinctive individual no matter what galaxy he was currently inhabiting but after the fifth time this happened he'd had enough.
Maul, with how little patience he usually possessed, could only put up with this for a short period of time. He whirled on them, saberstaff suddenly ignited in a show of intimidation. "Go on. Be off with you."
This didn't seem to dissuade them at all. One of them was nudged forward to be a spokesperson. "But you are the one we have heard talk of. The ancient Sleeper who wields great power over the Dark. The one with the face of a demon and two hearts, one dark and one light."
Maul was not likely to trust any of the residents of this city anytime soon but the fact they'd heard of him did appeal to the part of him that still had a large ego and a heaping dose of arrogance even after all these years. He stopped trying to make them leave, now a little intrigued. "So you have heard of me. Tell me more then of what you know about me and the other Sleepers."
One could find him then sitting down at a nearby tea shop as he listened to what the citizens had to say about what they had heard of the Sith in their old legends. Though Maul wasn't at all inclined to believe them too much, he had an inkling of an idea beginning to form in his mind. If they didn't prove to be malicious, the people of this city could prove to be very handy indeed...
IV) Wildcard
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Light_shade or Lightshade#4738 on Discord! I'll match format and tenses. This will also be an overflow post for TDM threads that are still ongoing.]
What: Event prompts + TDM overflow
When: All throughout September
Where: Beach and boardwalk for TDM prompts, throughout the city for event prompts
Content Warnings: Corpses of teenagers, stalking behavior
A. Event Prompts
I) Growing Pains
After hearing about the ritual from some of the Trench natives, Maul decides what the hell, might as well participate. While he isn't inclined to believe too much of what they have to say and is still suspicious this would lead to possible harm, he also knows letting go of the past and looking towards the future is nothing but a good thing for him personally. To that end, he is in his front yard near one of the big trees that adorned the house, several items surrounding him for the ritual to be completed.
Maul scribbles down a few words in a large, blocky script on a blank page in journal he's been writing in since it showed up with the rest of his Welcome Bag. While he means for this to be a private moment, anyone around snooping will be able to see what it says. 'Break the chains.' But anyone who comments upon it will receive a glare and harsh growl in return. He looks at it for a moment before dropping it into the hole he's made. Once it is covered with dirt, he picks up a dagger given to him by a dear friend and slashes his palm open. He lets a few drops fall onto the dirt and waits.
After a few moments, a beautiful rose with most peculiar coloration blooms. It remained vibrant and healthy only for a few moments before it begins to wither and wilt. Maul stares at the limp flower for a moment as a frown crosses his face. "Of course" is all that he had to say on the matter. He is not at all surprised his flower would be defective right off the bat.
II) River of Regret
Really, Maul is doing his best not to be surprised about what has happened. He's just been waiting for the other shoe to drop now that he's started getting his bearings here in Trench, so this had been bound to happen. Granted, having a raven feather touch him and then getting swept up in a whirlwind of them only to be deposited in a canoe on a sun-spackled river wasn't quite what he'd had in mind. When he sees the corpses, Maul's first instinct is to throw himself out of the boat and start swimming, but he knows he'd drown with his lower metal half before he got more than a few strokes out. No, he and the other person are going to be forced to sit here and look upon all the regrets of his past.
There are faces, so many faces up there. There is a whole group of teenagers of various species, the most prominent one a young Nautolan with large purple eyes that seem to bore right into Maul's, a strange sort of smile on her face. He can see his family, Savage still with the two holes that had been stabbed through his chest by his former master and Mother Talzin, also with lightsaber wounds in her chest. Some people from Deerington are there as well. Usagi. Xue Yang. Reaper. Ben. Varian. Fern. Luz. Even Darth Sidious is hanging there, his corpse looking as if it had fallen from a great height. Maul pointedly avoids staring at that one as if he's trying to avoid staring into the sun for too long.
Maul's face is set and determined after he is done staring at all the corpses without blinking. His voice has a note of grim resignation in it when he turns to whoever he is stuck with. His hands are tense, claws digging small grooves into the wooden sides of the canoe. "Alright, if this place is at all like Deerington, it wants us to experience some emotions by talking out what's in front of us. So do you want me to go first or do you?" He's been around the block enough times to recognize one of the usual group therapy or friendship building exercises this place was already likely to entail when he saw it. That doesn't mean he is going to like it at all but he knows better than to fight it for too long.
III) Bloodsport
Maul can feel it right from the start of the moment, that restlessness that makes him want to go out and kill something. It's not really different than his usual state at first, so he doesn't really feel like anything is out of the ordinary, chalking it up to being in a new place and trying to be on his best behavior instead of immediately going out and massacring the populace.
He makes offers to spar or train with anyone during this time to help get out all that extra energy and they are completely genuine. If he does get a little bit more vicious than usual during these sessions, at least the curse he's still under is able to rein him back in fairly quickly, preventing him from going too close to the edge of turning it into a potentially lethal fight. He can also be found meditating a lot more as well during these feelings of murderous energy, also offering to show anyone the basics if they want to pull up a seat next to him wherever he might be and learn how to meditate in the ways of the Dark Side.
But he can't resist his feelings forever and so he's eventually led towards the Gate. Despite the handicap of feeling pain when he attacks anyone sentient, he's not willing to back down. His truly terrifying side comes out when he faces the monsters and he can go all out against them, but his brutality towards the Sleepers he faces is only slightly less. He'll twirl around his lightsaber or whatever weapon he currently has in his possession, a cocky smirk on his face. He twirls his weapon around before facing the business end towards whoever he is facing. "I'm not going to go easy on you. So let us get this over with as quickly as possible, shall we?" With those few words, he's on the attack.
[OOC: Maul is still under a magical curse from Deerington where he feels pain anytime he inflicts it upon someone else. He can still hurt someone thanks to the naturally high pain tolerance of a Vileblood, it's just going hurt him as well. For this reason, he likely won't be able to kill anyone.]
B. Newsletter Prompts
I) Moon Flowers
Standing in front of his house in Prufrock, Maul was studying the outside of it with a puzzled expression on his face. The entirety of the still somewhat worn-down old giant house is now completely covered in white roses. While he's confused by this, he's also not complaining given they seemed to be having a calming effect on his mind, which Maul being Maul was always a good thing.
He clipped a few of them off at a time and carefully sliced off any thorns, twisting a piece of spare rough brown cord around them to form them into a tiny bouquet. He sat there outside, watching Venge and Malice the vornskr play fight in the front yard while Slicer the warg slept underneath his favorite tree. When anyone he knew passed by, he'd hand them a bouquet of the roses. "For you," he'd say simply without explanation. Maul wasn't usually keen on being nice to people but keeping a stable mind was always important considering all that he'd experienced in Deerington.
II) Drawn to Palebloods
It wasn't the first time Maul had been drawn towards certain people due to the machinations of whatever was going on around him. At least this time, he seemed to be in full control of his mental faculties, something he and everyone around him could be thankful for. It just felt natural to be drawn to certain people as surely as if the Force itself was drawing him towards them.
Of course, being a psychotic Sith Lord, Maul wasn't always one for the best social niceties. So it would be no surprise to have someone suddenly see Maul watching them from the shadows of a dark alleyway or perched like a sentient gargoyle on top of the nearest building. Actually just talking to anyone seemed to be out of the question for the weirdo. Granted, the minute anyone actually called him out on his strange behavior, he'd be sure to actually approach them, but until then the Palebloods of Trench were going to be having fun with a creepy sort-of Sith stalker.
III) Walking Around The City
Maul had wasted no time in learning the ins and outs of the city. This place had a far different vibe from Deerington and so far he's liking what he's seeing. His Maalraas Omen, Venge, was always by his side. Though with the way they could cloak themselves in the darkness of the Force, he oftentimes seemed to be alone until suddenly there was a monstrous apparition that appeared out of the dark, all teeth and beady eyes, watching whoever was talking with Maul intently.
He'd taken note of certain places that he was sure he would want to investigate further like Ursula's Ink and Earworm. For the most part, he was just absorbing the atmosphere, but what started to annoy him was the way that the citizens of the city kept staring at him for long periods of time, whispering among themselves whenever he passed by. A few of the bolder ones even tried to follow him unobtrusively. He already knew he was a distinctive individual no matter what galaxy he was currently inhabiting but after the fifth time this happened he'd had enough.
Maul, with how little patience he usually possessed, could only put up with this for a short period of time. He whirled on them, saberstaff suddenly ignited in a show of intimidation. "Go on. Be off with you."
This didn't seem to dissuade them at all. One of them was nudged forward to be a spokesperson. "But you are the one we have heard talk of. The ancient Sleeper who wields great power over the Dark. The one with the face of a demon and two hearts, one dark and one light."
Maul was not likely to trust any of the residents of this city anytime soon but the fact they'd heard of him did appeal to the part of him that still had a large ego and a heaping dose of arrogance even after all these years. He stopped trying to make them leave, now a little intrigued. "So you have heard of me. Tell me more then of what you know about me and the other Sleepers."
One could find him then sitting down at a nearby tea shop as he listened to what the citizens had to say about what they had heard of the Sith in their old legends. Though Maul wasn't at all inclined to believe them too much, he had an inkling of an idea beginning to form in his mind. If they didn't prove to be malicious, the people of this city could prove to be very handy indeed...
IV) Wildcard
[Want a customized prompt? Something a little different for any of the above or with a bit more horror in it? Let me know at either
Bloodsport
Because really, Kyle wants to prove to Darth fucking Maul that people CAN be kind, and dependable, and worth caring about. He feels badly for anyone who doesn't know that. He wants to prove them wrong.
But instead he's in the middle of some sort of gladiator style arena and Maul is very clearly about to kick his ass. With a double fucking light saber. All Kyle has is a big kitchen knife and a bad temper.
"Ah, fuck" he mutters. It's all he has time for before Maul is swinging his weapon at him. Kyle does the only reasonable thing to do in that situation and drops to the ground, avoiding having his head knocked clean off or something.
He kicks at Maul's legs but compared to a Sith Lord he is laughably slow and uncoordinated. He rolls away, narrowly avoiding getting hit again and scrambles to his feet. He runs a short distance away and then turns back, knife up, scowling.
"Dude, I do NOT want to hurt you, but I WILL fuck you up if you hurt me first!"
OMG THAT ICON! XD
Maul is smiling as his first few blows are dodged. Kyle will also hear a distinct clanging sound as he kicks Maul's legs. There are a few advantages to having prosthetic legs after all. The smile doesn't leave his face as Kyle tries to put on a brave front.
"That's assuming there's enough left of you to try and retaliate," Maul says confidently. Force alive, Kyle better just keep running as long as he can.
XD
Logically, anyway.
But while Kyle likes to think of himself as a rational man, the simple truth is that beneath all of his measured arguments and logic beats a violent heart. The moon has only inflamed something that was already waiting beneath the veneer of civility. So when Maul mocks him, Kyle finds his upper lip lift in a soundless snarl.
"I mean it, dude!" he says. His knife is small and stupid compared to the great red death bearing down on him, but he brandishes it with a confidence that is completely unwarranted. When Maul gets closer he slashes at him, still far, far too slow.
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Kyle is going nowhere fast, so Maul decides to show off his skills a little bit. He twirls the saberstaff around in a flashy move using only one hand designed to intimidate. The crowd watching loves it and goes wild, roaring out their approval. Then he jabs it at Kyle, one, two, three times, never actually striking him but forcing him to keep moving if he doesn't want to get skewered.
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Kyle lands on his ass with a thump, teeth clicking painfully over the tip of his tongue. The taste of blackberries fills his mouth. An anger that is startling in its purity rises up in his chest - a feeling he hasn't had for years. But he remembers it. Oh, yes.
Kyle's vision grows blurry. This isn't terribly surprising considering that his eyes have suddenly been covered by a thin film of glittering, black blood. Tears of it tremble on his lashes but don't fall.
Everything doubles, trebles, stops and starts, and Kyle realises he can see the Gate's arena now, but overlaying everything is a dozen other figures. It's like looking at reflections along the outside of some shimmering bubble. These are moments that have already happened, or are going to, and that knowledge blooms in Kyle's mind quite without spectacle.
He sees some Trenchie tasked with cleaning out the gladiator pit. He sees them hauling an an axe, spiked at the handle end. He sees something like a Zamboni already rolling out fresh sand to cover the blood soaked into the ground.
He sees all of this in a second.
Kyle's lips part and he says two words: "Drop it."
The membrane of that phantasmagoric soap bubble shivers. Kyle's eyes clear. He drops his knife as he rolls to the side and scrambles to his feet, running as fast as he can away from Maul. He doesn't go far, though. He throws himself at the ground in a skid and paws frantically at the sand. From beneath a shallow pile of it he pulls the axe.
"COME ON!" he screams, hefting the weapon. It isn't likely to save him, but it's a sight better than his poor kitchen knife. Now he at least has some reach, and a wickedly sharp blade at either end.
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Maul goes on the attack again and this time he's not letting up as easily as before. He swipes down at Kyle's feet, up by his head, and right at his midsection in a series of very quick moves. But the reach of the axe at least is keeping him at bay for right now, preventing him from getting in close for anything like a kick that might stun Kyle long enough for this fight to be finished.
After going on the attack, he steps back, pauses, and gestures for Kyle to take his best shot. He's curious to see what the redhead will be able to do with that giant weapon.
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His university professors wouldn't recognise their affable and diligent student as he is now: teeth bared, one hand slipped into the hold near the head of the axe and the other wrapped around the shaft, eyes alight with hellish intensity. There are other people who knew Kyle long ago that would recognise him, however, and probably argue that this is a natural state for him.
There's no hesitation when he's given an open shot. He shifts his one hand lower so they are both wrapped tight around the handle and hauls the thing up over his shoulder before bringing it down as if to chop Maul's shoulder like block of wood. The second it looks like he's not going to connect his plan is to keep the swing going, letting it tuck the head of the axe beside him before ramming the pointed end at Maul's torso instead.
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He takes a step or two back to get out of the range of the axe and pauses, cocking his head as he assesses Kyle. “All that for one hit?” Maul smirks. He is both appreciative of the effort Kyle has just gone through and also still arrogant because he knows that it has all been in vain.
Then he raises a hand, calling upon the Dark Side of the Force. He lifts Kyle right up in the air, letting him hover there for a long moment. Then he flies through the air at top speed to go slamming into one of the walls of the arena with a great Crack! It’s painful enough to activate Maul’s curse and he winces as pain overwhelms him for a long moment but he only pauses for a brief moment, still able to stay upright and alert as he watches to see if that was enough to take the fight out of Kyle.
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i'm going to die, he thinks in the bare second before Maul sends him flying. aw, man.
Then the wall is there and the world is only pain. Kyle thumps to the ground and manages to lift his head up once before he collapses again. He might have a lot of fight in him, but his body is completely human. He passes out wondering if he's going to wake up again.