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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

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"Stars forbid." There's something in her voice though, the longer she looks at him and his stupid voice and stupid comments make it clear that his stupid self really is there. She tries to clear her throat to get rid of it, but there's still a little thickness to her tone when she speaks again. "Thinking about what, exactly?"

There's something to be said about losing his sense of sight. Like he picks up on little things more, like her tone. Like she's relieved and worried all at once. He tries to not think too much about that.

"Oh, you know. Without my eyes, maybe now I could develop your little magic gift too, to compensate." He wiggles his fingers at her.

"It's not magic," she huffs back, the irritation automatic. But that smile from before tugs at her mouth again, and she's definitely glad he can't see her, because she probably looks like an idiot. There's no denying she's glad, though. Not even to him.

Which is why she walks over to his chair and drags up one of her own. She drops into it, heavy as always, and proceeds to look at her hands. "I need to say something."

"Whatever it is, it would be handy to have around." Thorne waves a hand at her, as if dismissing her irritation. It's magic enough to him.

He waits and listens, head cocked in her direction, as she pulls up a chair next to him. A small smile plays on his lips. "This sounds serious. Okay, then. Say it."

It's not handy. Well - it is, but that's the problem. It's too handy, and the more she reaches for it, the more she worries it'll corrupt her. Now's not the time, though.

"It--" isn't serious, she wants to say. But it is. It really, really is, which is why it takes Cinder a moment or two to make herself form the words. "Other - other than Iko, you're the best friend that I've ever had." If she could blush, she knows she'd be doing it right now. She ducks her head instead. "Thank you. And don't die again."

Well, that... That's unexpected, and the look on his face almost looks as though he might be ill, but he really doesn't even know how to process this information. Especially from Cinder. A million replies flit through his head that range from a hollow laugh to some cocky retort about of course he's her best friend, to some awkward confession of the same.

Instead he - clumsily - reaches out of her hand. He finds the metal one, but that's okay. He's blind. It excuses him. "I didn't die the first time."

Most of us are aware, trust me. [ not said bitterly at all, nope. ]

Because all too often it's an excuse. And I realize that most of its influence stems from the Jedi's own will, but. Sometimes that will is weak. Sometimes pain turns into something worse, and the Dark side enables that.

At the time it felt right. [ the statement is cagey, and a frown makes its way to her face ]

Cinder's on the verge of just nodding and leaving, when he finally replies. And it might not seem like much, but he's just touching her prosthetic like it's real, without disgust or even curiosity. She's can't feel it, but it means something anyway. The mechanical fingers twitch, and after a second or two, they curl around his, the lightest possible touch.

"I didn't know that. And I don't want to repeat the process, so just - don't."

He's almost certain she's just going to toss his hand away for even attempting to touch her, let alone the mechanical hand. There is a few moments of silence, and then he can feel her fingers move over his. That's it.

He smiles softly.

"Trust me, your highness, I'm not looking to try and get myself killed again for an extremely long time. You're stuck with me."

[Galen clasps her hands together, sitting perfectly still as she stares out at one of the ships.] Sometimes pain is a natural condition. Perhaps not everyone is cut out to be a Jedi, to use the Force as it should be used. [It sounds harsh, but she says it softly. It's not like anyone is right or wrong here.]

Does it feel right now?

[ he shakes his head ]

I'm sure you've heard the expression regarding insanity?

And how do you think it should be used? [ the question is cagey. This is a former Jedi assassin here ]

Does it matter. [ her tone indicates that no, it doesn't. ]

[She grits her teeth.]

I want to help you, Caedus, but you promised to help me in return. Please save your lectures.

As part of yourself. It's not a tool for us to use anymore than we're a tool for it. That's something I've had to learn the hard way. I'm tired of using and being used.

[She gives a small smile.] I don't know, it might.

[His eyebrows shoot up at the comment. Dancing in the rain, huh? Dancing in general.

When she takes his hand, he threads his fingers through hers easily enough, squeezing it as gently as she holds his own. There's something right about this, that fits together as well as their hands do. It has felt like, since she left, that there was this weight on his chest, something binding him and tightening slowly. It's at ease now.]

I could probably call up a little rain if that's what you really want. [A beat.] Or we could just dance without it.

[ Jaina snorts ] If you're a Jedi, being used is kind of the point.

[ she frowns in return ] It doesn't.

[ he laughs, and it's biting ]

Oh, Tahiri. [ his hand falls to her neck, in a move that could either be a caress or a precursor to strangulation ] You don't want to help me. You want to help yourself. Don't deny your own truth.

She finally looks up and catches that smile. For once, his face doesn't make her want to hit him or push him over, and while she's half convinced that he's going to say something that's going to make her want to leave, she's glad when he doesn't.

"Don't call me that." A pause, and then she sighs. "I mean - I should probably get used to hearing it, I guess. But Cinder's fine." She looks down at their entwined hands, frowning. There's a moment of hesitation, before she speaks again. "Why, though?" Is she stuck with him, she means.

At least I'd be consenting to it this time around. [Or so she hopes. What is consent?????]

Maybe it will one day.

[She smiles back at him, all sharp edges and dark looks.] Does it matter what reason I'm here if I'm committed? Regardless of my reasons, I'm here to help you. [Tahiri leans in.] We need each other.

He grins again, eyebrows rising up high. "I think you'll have to get used to hearing Your Majesty, actually. But I'm glad I get to be that one person going around calling you Cinder. You know, there will probably be plenty of rumors about the new Lunar queen and her devastatingly handsome American."

Her question, though, has him quiet again. Mostly because it takes him a few seconds to understand what she's talking about. And then another few to figure out what to even say. "We're friends."

[It almost feels silly, that urge to go with his suggestion completely. There isn't even any music.]

[But she kind of wants to. She shifts a bit, if only so she can get a better look at his face, where she traces with her eyes the contours she's drawn too many times to count.] No magic tonight, remember? [Maddie pauses, but she looks contemplating and maybe there's still a soft, half smiling expression there, too.] It's definitely not necessary though. For dancing, I mean.

She makes a disgusted face. She's trying to accept it, really, it's just.. difficult. And she feels safe enough to express that, around Thorne. "You aren't my American. If anyone's laying claim to you, it's our new friend."

She's not jealous.

She's not.

And she's also not sure how to handle that reaction from him. "You don't make any sense to me."

"Now I really feel like a piece of property, good for only sitting around and looking pretty. That's what you're thinking, isn't it?"

It's true that Cress has ideas that he's not really sure how to handle. But she's young, and she's been alone for so long, and... Well, what can he say, he's fond of the little satellite girl.

There's a flicker of a smile at the thought.

"You know, I find myself thinking that exact thing about you all the time."

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