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Open RP Post


⊛ find a character you want to play with and respond to their thread. can't find who you want? let me know!
⊛ we can make up a scenario, adapt a meme of some sort, or... something else? whatever the fuck we want.
⊛ if you need ideas, the random scenario meme has just about anything you could want.
⊛FUCK YEAH WE'RE TOTALLY ROLEPLAYING RIGHT NOW!!!

Handy-Dandy Quick Links:
Commander Shepard ⊛ Catty Turner ⊛ Chloe Saunders
Isabelle Beaumont ⊛ Vanessa Cleveland ⊛ Elijah Keaton
Jordan Langley ⊛ Prince Charming ⊛ Finnick Odair
Meetra Surik ⊛ Sir Gwaine ⊛ Tristan
Belgarion of Riva ⊛ Shelby Rook ⊛ Galen Marek
Alyss Heart ⊛ Revan ⊛ Quincie P. Morris
Annie Cresta ⊛ Sally Malik ⊛ Simon Bae
Shadow ⊛ Daniel Bianchi ⊛ Fenris

Comments

[soulwound]

Nothing is ever enough for people who continue to need more. [She says it calmly. For as long as she can manage, she'll keep her cool.] It's not just a Jedi trait.

[He crouches down, and she meets his gaze. She's not afraid either.] Not really.

[blackandgrey]

Yes, it's so selfish of those terrible civilians to want to live their life without fear of being blown up. [He straightens, stands] You didn't do what you could. If you'd done everything you could have, you wouldn't be here. You'd be dead.

[He glances over his shoulder, walking back towards the controls] Give it a few weeks. [I rarely takes that long. But the prospect of being stuck in that cell with nothing but him for company brings them to despair easier, he's noticed. He can't imagine why.]

[soulwound]

Civilians, the Republic, the Jedi. You all want different things and demand more once you've gotten them. [Her eyes follow him as he stands.] Like I said, it's not really just a Jedi trait.

[She's not really looking forward to the prospect of spending weeks in here, starving or otherwise. She's quiet for a moment before her lips twist into a wry smile. Unfolding her legs, she stands up.] Who's to say I am not already dead?

[blackandgrey]

[It's not the usual tactic most of these Jedi try, but it's not the first time one of them has taken a different angle. He doesn't let it faze him, thinking a little harder about pazaak]

People who can't give everything shouldn't promise everything.

[That gets a grin out of him. Idly, he reaches towards the controls, gives her a little jolt] This should help.

[soulwound]

[She wants to protest, but he's right. Honestly, they had delivered exactly what they had promised. What Revan had promised. they defeated the Mandalorians. But then she had to watch as everyone around her either died or turned their backs on their way of life until she was all that was left.

And she's not even a real Jedi anymore.

The jolt isn't terrible, but it surprises her enough that it gets a small yelp out of her.] There are more deaths than just the physical ones!

[blackandgrey]

[He watches her, grinning a little wider at the yelp. Carefully, he nudges the strength up] Oh, I love this part. Hold on a sec. [He holds up a finger like she's going somewhere, and leaves the torture switch on. Rumaging around under the console, he finds an apple and bits into it. throwing himself into a chair, he kicks his feet up next to the controls.

He speaks around the apple] This is where you try to save me, right?

[soulwound]

[The grin turns her stomach. She's seen a lot of sick things before. She's done a lot of things she isn't proud of. But taking pure pleasure in the idea of hurting another? It's more than she's prepared for. Even Mandalorians have more honor than that.

The strength increases, and she grits her teeth, hoping to hold on as long as she can. It doesn't last for long, her knees going weak as she hisses then screams.] Can you... Can you even be saved?

[blackandgrey]

[Jaq watches her with the air of someone who's not even looking at another human. She's more abstract than that - something for him to hate with all his being, another challenge to overcome. The pain he's causing her is just a tool to aid him in his greater goal.

She screams, and he nudges the intensity way up for a brief second before shutting it off entirely.] That would be telling. [It's always better to watch them come to that realisation]

Stand up.

[soulwound]

[For a brief second, she can't even really think, doubling over so that she's on her hands as well, fingers digging into the floor. And then it's over. All she hears for a moment is the sound of her panting as she tries to catch her breath. She's not going to last long this way.

He orders her to stand up, and she wants to defy him. To stay in this position and anger him enough to just kill her. There's no point to any of this. He's not going to get anything out of her. Except the pleasure of her death.

Licking her lips, she climbs to her feet slowly, raising her head to stare at him.] Did Revan order this? Or did Malak? [Who hates her the most?]

[blackandgrey]

You're not that important [He says it simply, taking another bite of his apple. His feet hit the ground as she stands, and he leans forward, hands hovering over the console like a pianist at his instrument]

We're going to play a game. So long as you stay standing, you get little jolts, like this. [He demostrates.] But if you hit the ground again, you get big ones. [He increases the intensity again with no other warning. It's enough to send someone a lot more robust to their knees] Like that. Hit the sides if you understand.

[The sides of the cell are, of course, designed to shock anyone who tries touching them. And if she doesn't do it, he'll shock her harder until she does. It's about letting them know that they have no escape, that he's in charge of their world and that their world is now that little cell]

[soulwound]

You'd be surprised. [She doesn't really know why she says that, a sort of desperation at needing to still be important to someone. Anyone.

The small jolt of electricity is barely nothing, but the next one makes her choke, bringing her to her knees again. This is fairly pathetic. She was once Revan's left hand, a general of his army. Reduced to nothing by a nothing man. Seems fitting, in a way. As if the Force is still tugging her along its design.

It takes her a second before she can climb back to her feet, but she doesn't hesitate to hit the sides of her cage the moment she does, still watching him. He might be in charge, and he might be the one who gets the honor of killing her, but like hell if she'll give him the pleasure of it.] How many Jedi have you needlessly killed?

[blackandgrey]

I doubt it. If either of them thought you were worth there time, I wouldn't be here. [That intense, studied light remains in his eyes as he watches her, his apple ignored. He doesn't even know her name, but that doesn't matter. She's a Jedi. She deserves this.

She stands, hits the sides without hesitation. His eyebrows raise, and he slowly sits back. Usually their pride makes them hold out longer. There haven't been many who've seen that they'll stay unbroken for longer if they take the route of less pain.] Good girl. [He sets the controls to a low, continuous buzz for now, returns to his apple]

None. [It's an easy reply, as he takes another bite from the fruit. If he couldn't turn them, they all needed to die]

[soulwound]

They're not looking to turn me. [Which is what she supposes this is here for, this set up. Revan wouldn't needlessly throw away followers. It's not his style.

The pain starts again, slow. It takes a few moments before she begins to feel it, but it's nothing. Nothing compared to what she's already gone through, nothing like the pain of Malachor. But even she knows that something small and continuous will build up.]

It's much easier to lie to yourself than anyone else, isn't it? To force yourself into thinking that what you're doing is right.

[blackandgrey]

Then I guess you're completely worthless. [He doesn't really pay much attention to this train of conversation. She's not the first one to imply that Revan or Malak will be angry if he hurts them. He hasn't had trouble from them yet.

Nomnomnom apple. He nudges the intensity up a little] Oh no. you got me. What will I do with myself now?

[soulwound]

Yes. [Meetra says it with a humorless laugh. Angry at him if he hurts her? No. But she did expect them to be man enough to kill her themselves.] Utterly worthless. The Jedi have denounced me, and the Sith see no use for me. Even the Republic will forget about me in the end.

[She grits her teeth and falls silent when the pain gets worse.] You? You'll keep playing this game of yours until Revan decides you're worthless too.

[blackandgrey]

[The Jedi have denounced me? It's just a flicker of doubt, but he almost, almost pauses for a moment. Almost. It's a new trick, one he hasn't seen before. He'd known there was something different about this woman]

I didn't know fortune telling was a Jedi skill. [Contrary to the rules of his game, he gives her another strong jolt. He made the rules, he can break them]

[soulwound]

[She's not expecting it, the sudden influx of pain rattling through her, down to her marrow. But she locks her knees this time, only doubles over so that she's squinting down at the floor, barely able to bite back the scream. Part of her, that naive part, had expected him to keep his word on this. And it's stupid to think that he would have.

She's always been too trusting.

Her voice is a whisper when she speaks.] I'm not a Jedi.

[blackandgrey]

[Something a little like joy enters his eyes as she stops herself from hitting the floor. A real challenge. He hasn't had one of those for a while.

The intensity raises even higher. He wants to tip her over, make her hit the floor. Even that's too good for her.]

That was quick. [Once again, he bites into his apple. the skin's gone at this point, leaving only flesh behind. He doesn't reduce the intensity at all. From experience, he knows that this is only the beginning]

[soulwound]

[She cries out, fingers digging harshly into her pants until she feels her nails against her skin. She's not going to fall. Not yet. Not yet, but she wants to. She's so tired, and it's not just the torture or him. It's everything that has led her to this point.

Her face is wet, from sweat and from tears, she suspects, but she ignores it. Her head lifts so she can look at him again.] I'm a traitor to the Jedi Order. They stripped me of the title and... and of the Force. [She's not a Jedi. She's a nobody. A nothing. A husk of a person who gets to live deaf and blind to the world around her.] So just... Just kill me. You want to.

[blackandgrey]

[For a moment he doesn't react. It's just a ploy, his mind screams at him, but something deeper within him is telling him it's not. Nobody falls that far that fast. And they all say they renounce the order now. Not that the Order renounced them earlier.

Slowly, he drags the controller down until it's back to the low intensity.] It's always a disappointment when you die. [There's nothing but honesty in his tone.] Why are you a traitor?

[soulwound]

[She sobs without meaning to, when the intensity decreases. It's the best feeling in the world at this point, and she isn't sure how much longer she would have held out.

She pants and spits on the floor. There's honesty in his tone, but he's going to have to wait a minute until she can force herself to talk again.] I promise you, it will be more disappointing continuing this.

[There's a sad twist of her lips.] Because I followed Revan to war when we were told not to go. Because I believe in Revan, and I believed in saving the Republic. And because I don't regret it, the worst sin of them all.

[blackandgrey]

[They're not words he ever could have expected, and irrational anger surges through him. He shoves the intensity up as high as it will go] Bullshit.

[soulwound]

[She collapses to the floor with a scream that continues to echo in her mind, in her body, and in the empty cavities where the Force used to be. Now it's all pain as her body curls in on itself. She bites into her lip, drawing blood, but she doesn't even notice it.]

[blackandgrey]

[He watches her writhe, scream, but there's no satisfaction in it, not like usual. He lets it go on for a bit before reaching over and flipping the switch in disgust, turning everything off except the cell walls.]

Tell me the truth. [It's a demand, all of his good humour gone.] Tell me the truth and make it good, or I'll do it again, and just when you think you're going to die because it hurts so much, i'll turn it off. And I'll take care of your wounds and nurse you back to health, and then it'll start all over again.

[soulwound]

[She doesn't move, doesn't say anything. Even after it's been turned off, everything still feels like it's on fire. She'd rather he'd have kept it up until she died, because she isn't sure if she can really talk at this point.

Finally, she moves, turning her head so that she can spit out the blood that pooled into her mouth.] What... What else can I tell you? [She brushes a hand over her face.] I was the only one who went back to the Order when it was over, and they made an example of me. I'm an exile, stripped of everything that ever made me a Jedi. [She glances at him.] I've lost my men, my friends, my lightsaber, the Force.

[Her lip trembles.] Revan said... That we were going to do what the Council was too afraid to try. We were going to be the heroes the people thought we were. I paid dearly for his ideals. [She should be bitter, but she's not. She doesn't hold it against Revan, doesn't really hold it against the Council. There's anger, sure, but there's mostly just tired resignation.] I'd do it all over again.