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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]

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.

[blackandgrey]

[In the end, he has no idea what it is that makes him believe her. It's just a gut feeling, something lower down even than the thoughts he keeps hidden with pazaak and lust.

He's not ignorant. He knows who this woman has to be, the fabled general who pulled the trigger on Malachor V and ended a war. Which makes him wonder why he hasn't been called out, if he's honest. She doesn't seem like the type of captive either Revan or Malak would like to leave in the hands of someone like him.

He stares at her for a long time, lying there on the floor. Finally, without saing anything, he kills the power on the cell. The walls disappear.]

[soulwound]

[The walls come down, and she has to wonder what that means. Is he letting her go? Is he going to take her to Revan? Is he just going to kill her now? Her fingers flex, but she doesn't really have the strength to get up just now.

Lifting her head, she stares up at him, her blue eyes bloodshot, vision slightly blurry.] If you're going to kill me, do it fast. I don't know if I deserve it, but I want it to be fast.

[blackandgrey]

I'm not going to kill you. [His tone is harsh, and he doesn't look at her] Stand up and go. I'm the only one who knows you're here.

[soulwound]

[He wasn't going to kill her. He was going to let her go. He was...] Why?

[blackandgrey]

You're not what I'm fighting against.

[soulwound]

[Shakily, she pushes herself to her hands and knees.] And what is it do you think you're fighting against?

[blackandgrey]

Thanks, but I don't need a moral lesson. Be happy with 'not you', and go.

[soulwound]

The Jedi are not your enemy. [She isn't even sure if she can make it to her feet, and talking is easier than letting him watch her struggle.] Revan is.

[blackandgrey]

One of these people stood against the Mandalorians. The other group stood by and watched whole worlds go dark. [He makes a sound of disgust, tossing his apple in the bin and heading for the door.]/small> I'm leaving it unlocked. Your stuff's in a locker outside the door. Leave when you can stand.

[soulwound]

And he would turn around and conquer the same worlds himself! You, him, Malak. Now you all take the same people who fought with you, and you force them to turn on everything they've ever known. Or you kill them. Where is the justice in that? [Despite the need to scream it at him, her voice remains calm, soft, sad.]

Thank you.