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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.
⊛ wanna do a picture prompt? we can do some picture prompts.
⊛ FUCK YEAH WE'RE TOTALLY ROLEPLAYING RIGHT NOW!!!

Handy-Dandy Quick Links:
Vanessa Cleveland ⊛ Catty Turner ⊛ Finnick Odair ⊛ Belle Beaumont ⊛ Chloe Saunders
Commander Shepard ⊛ Piper McLean ⊛ Jordan Langley ⊛ Jaime Lannister ⊛ Eli Keaton
Sally Malik ⊛ Corey Carling ⊛ Shadow ⊛ Fenris ⊛ Meetra Surik
Revan ⊛ Keiko Nakagawa ⊛ Alyss Heart ⊛ Ava ⊛ James
Percy Jackson ⊛ Frank Zhang ⊛ Helen ⊛ Jason Grace ⊛ David Levin
April O'Neil ⊛ Galen Marek ⊛ Reyna ⊛ Jackson Swift ⊛ Jaime Reyes
Fran Zhang (AU) ⊛ Jasa Grace (AU) ⊛ Piper McLean (AU) ⊛ Gretel ⊛ Sirius Black
Cullen ⊛ Liv Durand ⊛ Maddie Moss ⊛ Daniel Bianchi ⊛ Finley Odair (AU)
Persephone Jackson (AU) ⊛ Derek Hale ⊛ Raleigh Becket ⊛ Allison Argent ⊛ Liam Hunt
Seph McCauley ⊛ Jonah Kinlock ⊛ Edward Kenway ⊛ Aveline de Grandpre ⊛ Gale Hawthone
Will Scarlet ⊛ Korra ⊛ Carswell Thorne ⊛ Scarlet Benoit

Comments

[darksiding]

She's dead. [Simple, clean, but there's still a hollow ache in Galen's chest when she says it. She should be raging, she supposes, falling back into old habits, forget the Jedi. But she can't. That's not who she is anymore.] That's what the records say, that her and Kota died like heroes. They should have been here, though. If anyone deserved to see freedom from the Empire, it was those two.

[Was it her fault for not being there? She should have been there, and she shouldn't be here. They should have died together, the three of them or not at all.]

[greatone]

Sorry. [ it actually sounds genuine ]

But if they were with the Rebellion, they knew it would have succeeded. I mean, to go against a force that outgunned- you'd have to be running on nothing but pure conviction.

[darksiding]

They knew they wanted to succeed. I think they had a lot of hopes, and they fought hard. We knew that if we didn't, there would be no freedom. [A slight smile tugs at her lips.] There'd be no this. I think that fighting for it without knowing what the outcome would be was better for them than to live in misery. [Her hands clench.] They still deserve to be here.

[paidforthem]

[His eyes are closed, and there's no longer brandy-brown eyes pinning her down and stripping her away, layer by layer, strip by strip. She lets herself get swept away by his kiss, more practiced than Anakin was, less feeling.

For all of his soft words and sweet touches, Tahiri knows him for what he is.

She hates that his eyes are closed. That he can deny her seeing the truth on his face, that he can act like she isn't a threat. But her shoulders slump, because she's not.

So instead her hand comes up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing over the skin.] I'm not looking for endless possibilities.

[greatone]

Lots of people deserve to be here. [ she is still looking at the fighter, but her gaze is miles away ] And they're not.

But we are.

[ she frowns ]

I heard they called you Starkiller.

[darksiding]

That's how death works. [If she focuses on it too hard, she feels Juno's loss over and over. Her light, her center, her everything.

She finds herself nodding absently.] It was my name, my only name.

[deepthinkythoughts]

[ he knows she's not. Tahiri's vision for the galaxy begins and ends with Anakin Solo. It's...disappointing, really. He smiles with his eyes closed as she touches him, giving a low hum of approval so she knows its acceptable to continue]

Why would you? Don't worry, Tahiri. I have no desire to shoulder my burdens on to you.

[paidforthem]

[At the sound of approval, her hand slides over his face, into his hair, brushing her fingers through it. There's something satisfying about messing up the perfect way it was hanging.

She leans in, and she can't tell if it's because she wants to or because he wants her to, but her lips hover over his.] No, but I can carry a few. That's what I'm here for, right?

[greatone]

I'm familiar.

[ she stares at her and offers a sort of grim smile of understanding ]

I have two. Sword of the Jedi and Yun-Harla, the Trickster. [ she snorts, full of dark humor ] Starkiller has a way better ring to it.

[deepthinkythoughts]

[ She's coming along nicely.

Jacen smiles, opening his eyes and staring straight into hers with an intensity reminiscent of mad men. But he's not mad. And perhaps that's worse. ]

I have so much to teach you. [ his words have a faraway quality to them, as if he's mapping out some complicated future, as if he's planning out the galaxy.

When he leans forward again, the kiss isn't gentle. He's not Anakin, and while he'll indulge her desire for that intimacy, she needs to learn the distinction. Caedus claims her mouth hungrily, the hand on her cheek wrapping around to the back of her head to push her forward ]

[darksiding]

Those are titles, not names. They don't define your entire existence. [Sword of the Jedi is nice, though. Better than Starkiller.] I'm not even sure why he called me that.

[paidforthem]

[Tahiri believes that Caedus can plan out the galaxy. There are so many things about him that she doesn't understand, that she hates, that makes her disgusted, but she wholeheartedly believes he could plan out the galaxy.

And that terrifies her.

That attracts her.

It makes her despise him.

So when he kisses her, she tastes his hunger and absorbs it, lets it feed her anger as her finger clench in his hair. He is not Anakin and will never be Anakin. Her eyes screw shut as she kisses him harder, mouth crashing against his.]

[greatone]

[ Jaina actually laughs at that ] You'd be surprised. Something about self-fulfilling prophecies I guess.

Well, you were an assassin, weren't you? [ tact: thy name is not Jaina ]

[deepthinkythoughts]

[ he senses her anger and hatred, and it causes a flare of satisfaction within him. Caedus doesn't bother to hide it from her, letting her know that her ire, her fear, is what he's been after all along.

He pulls away from her, still holding the back of her head as he inhales her exhales, measuring his breaths ]

Are you here of your own volition, Tahiri?

[darksiding]

[There's a pause before Galen smiles in return.] There are worse things to become, in that case. I like it, though. Sword of the Jedi.

[There's not even a flicker of regret when she nods.] Basically. But I wasn't always an assassin. I had to be trained. I had to not die.

[paidforthem]

[There's something about that satisfaction that she wants to latch onto, to wrap herself in it. Because when she hates him, she also needs his approval, needs him to want to help her with Anakin.

Needs him in a sick way.

There's a quiet murmur of disappointment when he pulls away, to which she grits her teeth.]

Yes.

[greatone]

It's growing on me.

[ Jaina sends her an amused expression ] Generally speaking, most employers want their assassins alive before they hire them.

[darksiding]

Generally speaking, most employers are actually employers and not a Sith Lord who has begun to raise a child in secret so they could be their personal killing machine.

[greatone]

Point taken.

[ she doesn't apologize for Vader- it's not her fault. And condolences won't magic away Galen's childhood. ]

So do you intend to join up with the Alliance? [ payback. Now that's something Jaina can understand ]

[deepthinkythoughts]

[ he nods, and kisses her again- this one is chaste, almost loving if either of them were prone to such saccharine delusions.

Caedus pulls back and away, standing from the bed. Still naked from the night before, he levitates his robe towards him and shrugs it on. As Caedus meticulously ties the knot around his waist, he speaks to her without looking up from the menial task ]

I need you to meet with Pellaeon.

[darksiding]

[Not that Galen particularly wants apologies. It is what it is, and so is she.]

I don't know. I don't even know what I want, except maybe to get better as a Jedi. [What are goals and ambitions in life, oops.]

[greatone]

I guess that depends on what you mean by "better".

[darksiding]

[Her lips purse as she thinks that over.] Let's put it this way: I can only go up at this point.

[paidforthem]

[Tahiri bites back a sigh, a weight lifting off her chest when he's finally out of her space, when she doesn't have to continue breathing him in. Even then, she watches him, her gaze drifting over the lines of his body that she's come to know better than she should have.

What would Anakin think of her? What would anyone else think of this, of them?

Nothing, because they're nothing, and they must be nothing.

She doesn't make a move to get dressed yet.] What do you need me to do?

[greatone]

Best place to start. Luke's a good teacher, and there are other Masters here who're...less than orthodox, if that's what you're after.