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sixthiterationlogs2017-12-15 09:16 pm
immunetolight) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-12-15 09:16 pm
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i've got thick skin and an elastic heart (open)
WHO: Kylo Ren
WHERE: Fountain, river, 6I Inn
WHEN: 15 December
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS:Emo Boy ca. 2003. TBD.
NOTES: I only want one person on the fountain prompt; the others are wide open! I know The Last Jedi just came out so there will be NO SPOILERS for that movie in this post.
The first sensation he's aware of before anything else is the cold. Throughout his training, throughout his life, really, Ren's always been aware of the push and pull of the Force and how it affects the living beings around him. This feels devoid of life, empty of the warmth that humanity brings and is ice-cold instead. It's the sort of cold that makes his legs and feet feel leaden and his attempts to augment his upward progress with the Force fail somehow.
He's been conflicted, yes, but how can the Force simply leave him? He has no time to ponder that particular conundrum before he's pushed up and out and the source of the cold is made known to him: he's in a fountain, of some sort, and there's ice along the stone rim of it. Such architecture isn't common on former Empire worlds and had often been destroyed. The Order has destroyed such things in former Rebellion planets in order to put up their own architecture, sleek and black, so this is something he cannot identify. What planet is this?
He does a quick assessment of his body and finds himself in possession of his limbs, his faculties, but one very important thing is missing. He cannot feel the Force, he cannot seek it out, and what he'd thought was simply shock from being underwater is now shown to be some sort of active suppression. He exhales noisily, his breath turned visible in the frosty air, and slams his hand down against the lip of the fountain with all the strength he can manage. The fountain looks no worse for the wear. His right hand may well be fractured.
He struggles to pull himself from the fountain and collapses on the ground, wondering how he'd wound up on this planet and how he can remove himself from it as quickly as possible. He needs the Force and he needs the advantages it gives him if he has no access to a weapon or warm clothes.
Eventually, he finds himself to the Inn. It's a central location in this village and while he has no more answers than he did inside the fountain he is, at least, warmer. He's currently wrapped in a blanket before the fire and there's a cup of herbal tea in his hand but he's not drinking it. He'd tried it, briefly, but it'd been too bitter for his tastes and his requests for sugar had been met with blank stares. Apparently that is something too precious to be wasted on something so mundane as tea.
He rolls his neck a bit, feeling the muscles and joints expand and contract, and wishes yet again he had access to the Force if only so he could ease the tightness there and assess the injury in his hand. He has rotated it some so if there is a break, it's not in the joint itself, but it hurts and he thinks it's already begun to swell.
When someone walks by, he gruffly offers to get up and offer them his chair but he doesn't want to vacate it. Instead, he wants to sit and watch the fire for a while and see if he can divine anything from it since his normal divination tools are lost to him.
It takes him a few days but eventually someone tells him that he has to work to be fed. Ren has never worked in his life for anything; during training, naturally, he'd done some physical labor but his master had gone easy on him since he'd been his nephew. He's never done any physical labor without the Force to augment his strength so when someone suggests he fish, he decides that's the task he'll take on.
He has a fishing pole made of a long, springy branch and he's got a hook attached to it which looks like it had been something else in a former life and has now been repurposed. There's bait only in the sense that someone's told him to dig for it and that had only netted him with two grubs and much frustration.
The only fish he manages to catch is smaller than his hand and when he tries to get it off the hook, he ends up dragging it across his palm in a jagged, surprisingly-deep laceration.
He seethes in his pain, instead of crying out. (Lies. He cries out loudly.)
WHERE: Fountain, river, 6I Inn
WHEN: 15 December
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS:
NOTES: I only want one person on the fountain prompt; the others are wide open! I know The Last Jedi just came out so there will be NO SPOILERS for that movie in this post.
Fountain
The first sensation he's aware of before anything else is the cold. Throughout his training, throughout his life, really, Ren's always been aware of the push and pull of the Force and how it affects the living beings around him. This feels devoid of life, empty of the warmth that humanity brings and is ice-cold instead. It's the sort of cold that makes his legs and feet feel leaden and his attempts to augment his upward progress with the Force fail somehow.
He's been conflicted, yes, but how can the Force simply leave him? He has no time to ponder that particular conundrum before he's pushed up and out and the source of the cold is made known to him: he's in a fountain, of some sort, and there's ice along the stone rim of it. Such architecture isn't common on former Empire worlds and had often been destroyed. The Order has destroyed such things in former Rebellion planets in order to put up their own architecture, sleek and black, so this is something he cannot identify. What planet is this?
He does a quick assessment of his body and finds himself in possession of his limbs, his faculties, but one very important thing is missing. He cannot feel the Force, he cannot seek it out, and what he'd thought was simply shock from being underwater is now shown to be some sort of active suppression. He exhales noisily, his breath turned visible in the frosty air, and slams his hand down against the lip of the fountain with all the strength he can manage. The fountain looks no worse for the wear. His right hand may well be fractured.
He struggles to pull himself from the fountain and collapses on the ground, wondering how he'd wound up on this planet and how he can remove himself from it as quickly as possible. He needs the Force and he needs the advantages it gives him if he has no access to a weapon or warm clothes.
Inn
Eventually, he finds himself to the Inn. It's a central location in this village and while he has no more answers than he did inside the fountain he is, at least, warmer. He's currently wrapped in a blanket before the fire and there's a cup of herbal tea in his hand but he's not drinking it. He'd tried it, briefly, but it'd been too bitter for his tastes and his requests for sugar had been met with blank stares. Apparently that is something too precious to be wasted on something so mundane as tea.
He rolls his neck a bit, feeling the muscles and joints expand and contract, and wishes yet again he had access to the Force if only so he could ease the tightness there and assess the injury in his hand. He has rotated it some so if there is a break, it's not in the joint itself, but it hurts and he thinks it's already begun to swell.
When someone walks by, he gruffly offers to get up and offer them his chair but he doesn't want to vacate it. Instead, he wants to sit and watch the fire for a while and see if he can divine anything from it since his normal divination tools are lost to him.
River
It takes him a few days but eventually someone tells him that he has to work to be fed. Ren has never worked in his life for anything; during training, naturally, he'd done some physical labor but his master had gone easy on him since he'd been his nephew. He's never done any physical labor without the Force to augment his strength so when someone suggests he fish, he decides that's the task he'll take on.
He has a fishing pole made of a long, springy branch and he's got a hook attached to it which looks like it had been something else in a former life and has now been repurposed. There's bait only in the sense that someone's told him to dig for it and that had only netted him with two grubs and much frustration.
The only fish he manages to catch is smaller than his hand and when he tries to get it off the hook, he ends up dragging it across his palm in a jagged, surprisingly-deep laceration.
He seethes in his pain, instead of crying out. (Lies. He cries out loudly.)
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Why wouldn't a person want the sleek technology of the Order, the crisp lines and the organization of predictable architecture? This is madness.
"What system am I in? Outer rim, isn't it?"
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Until they're on the sagging back porch of the little red house, and he catches the name of something he's heard Bodhi mention more than a few times. He wonders idly if Bodhi might come knocking tonight; maybe they can both practice their welcome speeches.
"I'm still not really sure what that is," he admits. "What's the Inner rim like?" Holding the door open with his weight, he nods the man inside. This part of the house isn't much warmer, but it's out of the wind, and the fireplace is waiting in the front room.
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"None of this antiquated architecture would be present on an Inner Rim planet. That's why I presume we're in the Outer Rim. What system is this?" He doesn't know if this man truly is unaware of what system this is (which is possible, if he's never left it) or if he's deliberately being vague.
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Fire's more important: Jude carries on through the house, through the dining room plastered over with charcoal drawings, under the curtain that holds the heat in the living room. It's a mess of cushions in there, life strewn around and radiating out from the fire. In the corner: the pillows Aurora likes to lay and chew on, that he's abandoned for just that purpose.
Whatever, he picks up fresh logs, pokes them into the embers, then gets down to blow them back to life. "Let me get this going, I'll try to explain. There should be dry clothing in your pack, if you want to change."
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There seem to be a few rooms in this house so he takes the pack and steps into one, strips down and dresses in another set of identical black clothing. It's serviceable, even if it's not what he wants, and Ren has no true complaints about it. When he enters the main room again, he's in something of a better mood.
"A closed system? I arrived here in a fountain of all things. If there are clearance codes required to land in your system, that security breach needs to be addressed."
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He has that. Usually by the skin of his teeth, but he has it.
It lets him shrug another log into the fire, hackles kept down. "That's the way in," he explains. "It's not a way out. We haven't found one. The only thing that seems to open up anywhere is a body of water, and no one's been able to cross it. Especially now that it's so cold."
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Except - except that now, he's trapped in one of those same-said puzzles.
"Why? Who has us here?"
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When he's satisfied with the fire, he toes out of his boots and finds the stranger a blanket, holding it out at enough of a distance to be reached if the stranger meets him halfway.
"Some people call them observers. We know they keep tabs, make changes to the place sometimes. But they haven't really dropped us a list of whys and hows about the place."
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"What species are present here? Simply human? Or are there other species here that I haven't seen yet?"
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"There was uh, someone here before, thought it was weird that he was human? I kind of assume everyone just is, but you might have to ask around about it." If someone isn't human, Jude isn't sure he wants to know.
He drops the offered blanket over a chair before he holds it out any longer, finding another to wrap around his own shoulders. "When you're warm enough, we can go get you something to eat."
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"Thank you." The words come out slowly, scraped like rusted metal, and he wonders how long it's been since he's used them out of genuine thanks. Ren doesn't entirely remember but he suspects it must have been when he was last with his uncle.
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"I don't know what kind of place you're from," and he's not really asking. "But here, we don't really let anybody freeze to death or starve. Everyone does what they can, especially now that it's cold. If you ask questions, people will try to answer. If you need something, we'll try to get it, there's just--not a lot. Of stuff or of people."
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Ren's always had some manner of rights because of his nature. He's a Jedi, even if only partially drained, and his gifts allow him to simply take what he needs instead of asking for it or following the rules. Still, he respects the Order when it suits him and without the Force, he'll have to respect the laws of this place.
"You never run out? Even when things are short?"
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Maybe the science types, but they never asked for it.
"We haven't yet, even over winter. We lose people, sometimes. They disappear, if they come back it's with no memory of being here. I just mean--the group never seems to get too big for us to feed and house."
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The fountain seems to be the source of everything that happens here and when it isn't so cold that he's risking hypothermia, he's going to dive into it and see if he can get back out. If he came in through the water, it makes sense he ought to be able to go back through that way and return to the same place and time. None of this place makes any real sense but it could, somehow, be some illusion of the Force.
"How do you know they haven't just found another settlement? The ones that don't return, I mean."
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"If you get back in, there isn't a way out. No one's seen anyone go back through it. One day you go to see someone and they aren't there, and only some of them come back."
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"So what do you do here, then? If you cannot leave and you cannot use the fountain to go back through to home, what do you do all day?"
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They're doing a lot better, this time.
"There's game to hunt, if you know how. A river to fish in, caves to explore, though I don't recommend doing that alone. Most of us just try to be useful. There's a field when it's warmer, where we grow what we can." He nods at the fire. "I chop a lot of wood, honestly."
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"I think chopping wood is...likely necessary on this planet. It seems like there's little here other than snow and forest." He can do this. Whatever misgivings he has about being here, he's here and he has to endure it.
"It doesn't seem like it would be that difficult."