KYLO REN (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
photophobic) wrote2017-11-05 05:40 pm
photophobic) wrote2017-11-05 05:40 pm
[IC CONTACT]
You should know where to find me.
But if you leave a message here, I will see it.
But if you leave a message here, I will see it.
Hey, Ren. (Or should I call you Kylo? Or Kylo Ren? Lemme know.)
Anyway, it was good to see you. Uh, I hope you're alright. I know you said it was someone you work with, but that guy - General Hux - he just didn't seem in a very good place.
I know it's none of my business, but that kind of work environment can get toxic, fast. If you need any help, let me know.
Regardless - we should get a drink some time. I don't actually live in the same city, but I'm down there pretty frequently, if you want to meet up?
Catch you later bud,
Poe
Anyway, it was good to see you. Uh, I hope you're alright. I know you said it was someone you work with, but that guy - General Hux - he just didn't seem in a very good place.
I know it's none of my business, but that kind of work environment can get toxic, fast. If you need any help, let me know.
Regardless - we should get a drink some time. I don't actually live in the same city, but I'm down there pretty frequently, if you want to meet up?
Catch you later bud,
Poe
I must admit, I have no idea which of these my grandfather would like. Perhaps we should simply go with tradition.
Clearly the turkey is key.
Clearly the turkey is key.
[ He kept to himself during the problem with people's memories being swapped around, quietly nursing the pain the memory he had received. It hurt; he could still feel the betrayal like it really had happened to him, still feel the rage tingling at the fringes of his perception. There was just so much pain, and he had to go to the person that he knew owned those memories. ]
Kylo.
Can we talk?
Kylo.
Can we talk?
[He knew full well what this was likely about, and it put him on the defensive immediately- but he was determined not to shy away from confronting his uncle. Not here. Not now.]
What shall we talk about?
What shall we talk about?
[ It has to be about a week and a half later that she works up the courage to go through with hitting 'Send' to one of the many messages she'd tried writing up.
—Mother!
It's never left her. ]
I'm sorry.
—Mother!
It's never left her. ]
I'm sorry.
[He sees the notification for the message but refuses to open it for a long time- it's like willingly reopening a wound that has barely had a chance to start healing.
It's several hours later before he responds.]
You don't need to do this.
I have no desire to harm you.
It's several hours later before he responds.]
You don't need to do this.
I have no desire to harm you.
I don't feel well. I need some time to get some fresh air, I think. Or just to get away. I can't decide.
Kylo, I'm asking too much of you. You've got enough to figure out without me dragging you down.
I just - I don't know how to handle all of this. I don't know how to change.
Kylo, I'm asking too much of you. You've got enough to figure out without me dragging you down.
I just - I don't know how to handle all of this. I don't know how to change.
I felt it. Pain. I was going to come see you.
You are not dragging me down. We will hold each other up.
You are always welcome here with me. Always.
You are not dragging me down. We will hold each other up.
You are always welcome here with me. Always.
Either works for me, you're welcome to continue here if it's easiest!
photophobic
- 2018-01-04 02:05 (UTC) - Expand[at some mutually convenient point on the timeline around New Years-ish, action]
pummelgranite
2018-01-08 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's a quiet hum. Miss-able entirely until he is meditating in the darkness of the crystal caves and even then it's barely detectable. Somewhere, underneath the city of Maurtia Falls, someone is crafting the darkness. Someone (or perhaps something) is spreading through the forgotten dark places, it's power tangling through like sprawling roots.
And it is not so very far from his cave. ]
And it is not so very far from his cave. ]
[ What is that?
He can feel it, like the prickle of static when walking through a thunderstorm, a whispered voice in the next room...
He stands, brow furrowed, and pushes back with his mind, trying to catch some sense of the will behind it. It's close-- ]
He can feel it, like the prickle of static when walking through a thunderstorm, a whispered voice in the next room...
He stands, brow furrowed, and pushes back with his mind, trying to catch some sense of the will behind it. It's close-- ]
[while he's ferrying Luke to Maurtia Falls:]
You there? Tell me you're all right, your uncle's worrying his head off over something involving Kenobi, and I just—
Tell me you're okay.
You there? Tell me you're all right, your uncle's worrying his head off over something involving Kenobi, and I just—
Tell me you're okay.
[ He's managed to go this long without really speaking to his father, but that doesn't mean he hasn't been wanting to. He just knows that it is impossible to talk with him without also reliving his greatest failure. His biggest mistake.
So when he gets the message, he has to steel himself before listening to it- and then... the concern in his voice. It cuts through him like a knife.
Han's clearly driving, too, so he can't even fall back behind the protection of text. ]
I'm outside Kenobi's apartment with Anakin.
I haven't been injured. Is Luke with you?
So when he gets the message, he has to steel himself before listening to it- and then... the concern in his voice. It cuts through him like a knife.
Han's clearly driving, too, so he can't even fall back behind the protection of text. ]
I'm outside Kenobi's apartment with Anakin.
I haven't been injured. Is Luke with you?
Let me knowif you need anything.
[He's not sure how to express what else he wanted to say, taking a moment to choose his next words carefully.]
I'll have my phone on tomorrow, just in case.
[He's not sure how to express what else he wanted to say, taking a moment to choose his next words carefully.]
I'll have my phone on tomorrow, just in case.
[ He can read between the lines. A bit. ]
I'm the Jedi-killer, General, and I am with my grandfather. There is no need for concern.
And you are likely safest as far away from this as you can be.
I'm the Jedi-killer, General, and I am with my grandfather. There is no need for concern.
And you are likely safest as far away from this as you can be.
[ Well. He blinks at that for a moment, before picking up. ]
Hello.
Hello.
[ Well, that earns a raised eyebrow. He's already seated, sipping a hot chocolate (what. It's delicious.) at the cafe where he attempts to write poety, so at least he doesn't have to decide whether or not to comply. ]
I'm already seated. Anything else?
I'm already seated. Anything else?
Hey, Kylo, uh—
[Hoo, boy. Han pauses, thinks over his next words. This kind of thing, this active seeking of an emotional talk that frankly kind of scares him, is not really something Han really makes a habit of doing, but, well. This is his boy. So he sighs.]
You feel like heading out for lunch sometime? I'll pay, and—we can have that talk you were saying we should have. And—maybe we can get to know each other better. Or, I guess, I'll get to know you better. [A little chuckle.] You already know your old man well enough, I'd bet.
Lemme know when you're free, all right? I'll come on by, and I promise I won't even glare at Hux if he comes out.
[Hoo, boy. Han pauses, thinks over his next words. This kind of thing, this active seeking of an emotional talk that frankly kind of scares him, is not really something Han really makes a habit of doing, but, well. This is his boy. So he sighs.]
You feel like heading out for lunch sometime? I'll pay, and—we can have that talk you were saying we should have. And—maybe we can get to know each other better. Or, I guess, I'll get to know you better. [A little chuckle.] You already know your old man well enough, I'd bet.
Lemme know when you're free, all right? I'll come on by, and I promise I won't even glare at Hux if he comes out.
[ He wasn't certain the other would actually return but Thrawn did wait until Kylo reappeared on the Network before he made contact.]
I might have extended thanks for your assistance in the 'matter' discussed if Vanto was not so very nearly broken beyond repair.
[ Sup Kylo. Oh, by the way, Eli was within a day or two of going completely crazy. ]
I might have extended thanks for your assistance in the 'matter' discussed if Vanto was not so very nearly broken beyond repair.
[ Sup Kylo. Oh, by the way, Eli was within a day or two of going completely crazy. ]
[ Interesting. Kylo doesn't often bother with video, but as Thrawn had... ]
And if you had, I might have assured you that I don't consider you in my debt, considering my own interest in Eli's well-being.
Would you like to try again?
And if you had, I might have assured you that I don't consider you in my debt, considering my own interest in Eli's well-being.
Would you like to try again?
I'm not bothered.
I haven't been to see her physically. I spoke with her over the Network. She seemed well.
I was considering asking her if she would join me for lunch this week.
I haven't been to see her physically. I spoke with her over the Network. She seemed well.
I was considering asking her if she would join me for lunch this week.
I saw your conversation with Leia over the network.
I hope your meeting went well.
I hope your meeting went well.
[ Woden? What in Vader's name does Woden want. He picks up, sour and curt. ]
Yes.
Yes.
since when has woden ever had good timing about these things
photophobic
- 2018-02-10 08:56 (UTC) - Expand[ There is a significant delay. Kylo's not been responding to messages. But he will respond to Eli. ]
The General is missing. His network tag is inactive.
The General is missing. His network tag is inactive.
[ He knows of two. He can't help but immediately check Padmé's tag- Anakin's, too, though he's certain he would know if his grandfather was taken. ]
What is there to say.
What is there to say.
[ Luke waits a few days before contacting Kylo, only because contacting him immediately after Han and Leia disappear was definitely a bad idea. Even after this long he's not sure if it's a good idea to contact him, but he couldn't stay silent forever. ]
Are you okay?
Are you okay?
[ There are so many things he could respond with, and he tries a good number of them out- but ultimately, the only reply he sends is two words long.
It's a question and the answer. ]
Are you.
It's a question and the answer. ]
Are you.
Hello, Kylo. It's Ash.
I'd like to tell you something, if that's alright.
I'd like to tell you something, if that's alright.
I didn't want to disturb you but I wanted to let you know that your grandfather wanted to take me out tonight for training. I'll be home later tonight.
There's an art museum I've been meaning to visit for some time but haven't gotten around to.
Now seems as good a time as any. Would you like to accompany me?
Now seems as good a time as any. Would you like to accompany me?
I'd like that.
I've never been to an art museum before.
Where should I meet you?
I've never been to an art museum before.
Where should I meet you?
Sergeant TK-622, checking in, my Lord. [Whatever discomfort he has about contacting Ren is outweighed by necessity. He has to be certain that everyone is still present and accounted for, or things could get even worse than they already are.]
hey longtime no see... or idk, brainfeel.
how's all the horrible garbage with the space arseholes?
how's all the horrible garbage with the space arseholes?
We don't have a concept of Hell where I am from. Not like you do here, an existence after death where our actions are judged and evildoers are made to pay for their sins.
I don't believe in it. But I think I am in it.
I don't believe in it. But I think I am in it.
[ Alone in her residence, this could be a good time to seek him out. It's all thanks to a younger Luke that she's sending off a short video feed to her son.
She's much older than the version that's stuck here. How she's come to age thirty-some years into the older woman he would be more familiar with, who knows. Leia's seated, hands on her lap. Under a sleeve, out of sight, her nail digs and drags slightly against a finger. Possibly a nervous tick? Something to keep her grounded? She looks calm but sad, weakened, tired and yet...hopeful. ]
I'm sorry.
[ Two words, the weight and meaning behind them heavy, said with the utmost sincerity. ]
She's much older than the version that's stuck here. How she's come to age thirty-some years into the older woman he would be more familiar with, who knows. Leia's seated, hands on her lap. Under a sleeve, out of sight, her nail digs and drags slightly against a finger. Possibly a nervous tick? Something to keep her grounded? She looks calm but sad, weakened, tired and yet...hopeful. ]
I'm sorry.
[ Two words, the weight and meaning behind them heavy, said with the utmost sincerity. ]
[ He'd seen her network post, of course. Part of him had wanted to reach out, desperately- but he had crushed it. Viciously. He'd spent the rest of the day in the woods, wearing himself out to the point of exhaustion with pointless physical exercise, pouring himself into every furiously powerful blow against imaginary foes.
If his uncle arrived, the one he remembered rather than the pale shadow of his former master in the body of a boy-- he would have to be ready. It was this fury that kept him focused.
But he couldn't keep sparring with nothing but his demons forever. Tired and weary, he dragged himself home, where his mother's message was waiting. He watched it through, swallowed, put the device down and paced.
Picked it up. Replayed it. Replayed it again, and again, until he no longer needed to- until he could see it just as clearly in his mind.
It was a trick. Wasn't it? It had to be a trick. He needed it to be a trick. He cursed, slammed his fist into the wall once, twice-- then snatched the device up with an angry flick of his fingers, summoning it to his hand, and stabbed in a reply. ]
Why are you doing this.
If his uncle arrived, the one he remembered rather than the pale shadow of his former master in the body of a boy-- he would have to be ready. It was this fury that kept him focused.
But he couldn't keep sparring with nothing but his demons forever. Tired and weary, he dragged himself home, where his mother's message was waiting. He watched it through, swallowed, put the device down and paced.
Picked it up. Replayed it. Replayed it again, and again, until he no longer needed to- until he could see it just as clearly in his mind.
It was a trick. Wasn't it? It had to be a trick. He needed it to be a trick. He cursed, slammed his fist into the wall once, twice-- then snatched the device up with an angry flick of his fingers, summoning it to his hand, and stabbed in a reply. ]
Why are you doing this.
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