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sixthiterationlogs2017-02-01 11:26 pm
andrend) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-02-01 11:26 pm
Let the blind lead the blind
WHO: Kylo Ren
WHERE: Just outside the Inn
WHEN: February 1st
OPEN TO: All; Threadjack style
WARNINGS: None other than that this is really long.
STATUS: Open
The fact that daily meals not only existed, but seemed to do so in spite of snow, earthquakes, and auroras in the sky, was one of a few consistently positive glimmers of hope for the village and its inhabitants. It also had the benefit of drawing a large number of those same inhabitants to one predictable location more often than not. For Ren, that was normally a reason to avoid the inn in the hours after dawn and before dusk. However, with his mind on the conversations he had had with Sansa and Veronica, and the missing beast presumably still roaming somewhere out in the canyon, Ren knew he couldn't keep approaching the problem the way he had been, previously.
Veronica's advice still lingered in his mind fresh enough after a month of thought to have him trying something new. He waited for a good number of people to enter the inn before doing so himself, and asked, with a softened tone and a calm voice, if people could spare a moment when they finished to have a discussion.
He had missed the most recent meeting, entrenched as he had been in his training. It had been another lost opportunity, and he wanted no more of those. This was as good of a chance as any, and he was taking action before action could be taken from him.
With his request submitted, he left the inn and borrowed a sturdy crate from outside one of the unused buildings. He took a seat on it, just outside the front of the inn, during the meal. Most people came and went through the doors, and it gave him a good position without worrying about the crowding of the growing village's size packed inside one space.
When enough people decided to come out and take part, he stood back up, his long hair loosely pulled back, and the scar the cut across his face and down his arm far more visible for it. He looked around at the faces gathered, some familiar, others new, and straightened his back, standing taller and more assured. He needed people to trust him, or at least trust that what he had to say might be important. But he could not be harsh, he could not demand. He had to coax reason out, and the only way to do so was to offer his ideas as ideas, and nothing more.
"A lot has happened in this canyon. Some of you have been here for far more of it than I have. There have been hazards, storms, unusual discoveries, and violent creatures. People come and go, almost always without the slightest inclination as to how or why. I myself have gone and returned, and I remember nothing of it." He paused there, one hand holding onto the metal staff he had been using so long now it had become an extension of him. He rested it on the ground like a cane now, using it to keep himself grounded.
"This canyon is unpredictable. The dangers and threats that may face us in the future can not be anticipated wholly, and there is no way of knowing who among us will still be around to see them. But one thing is clear. I do not believe our captors have ever intended anything positive of this place. They observe, and they prevent our escape. They take our strength, our possessions, our memories," He hesitates a moment, his grip tightening on the staff, his voice sharper for a moment before settling back to an even tone. "And they toy with us. We have no idea who they are, what their true intentions may be, or how they came to bring us here, only that for now we are trapped here, together."
He looks over the group that has gathered, a frown crossing his face, his brows furrowed a moment before smoothing over. He has to choose his words carefully, and for the sometimes reckless young man, it isn't easy not to dive straight in.
"I think it's time we discuss whether or not this place needs more than the loose assortment of tasks and common, repeated actions it has as it currently stands. I believe we need a leadership in place. A council. With how unpredictable this place has proven to be, no one person can or should be trusted with that task but more dangers will come, we will face more disasters, more attacks that we can not see coming. We can not assume that we will always have the luxury of waiting until after the fact to react."
He breathes, slow and deep, and tries to find the words again, searching for the right phrasing, the right voice.
"I think a council is something we should consider. A group of people to share the burden of making tough calls or assigning tasks when things go wrong, or when something needs to get done. It will not work, however, if disagreement runs rampant underneath it. That's why I came here. At the very least, it should be discussed. If the majority is against it, I will drop the matter, but if we do not at least have this conversation, I do not think this village will last many disasters before the fragile organization the structure of it is currently built on collapses and falls apart."
Having said his piece, Ren stepped aside, and offered the area he had been speaking from to anyone who might choose to use it.
[This is a meeting post open to threadjacking, interruptions, opinions, and the like. If your character has anything to say, let them do so. I'll drop a secondary comment below for Ren specifically, otherwise go wild and respond to anyone you like or start your own thing. It's intended to be an IC discoure over whether or not the village needs some form of leadership, but any actual organizing of a leadership is not intended or planned to be formed from this meeting.]
WHERE: Just outside the Inn
WHEN: February 1st
OPEN TO: All; Threadjack style
WARNINGS: None other than that this is really long.
STATUS: Open
The fact that daily meals not only existed, but seemed to do so in spite of snow, earthquakes, and auroras in the sky, was one of a few consistently positive glimmers of hope for the village and its inhabitants. It also had the benefit of drawing a large number of those same inhabitants to one predictable location more often than not. For Ren, that was normally a reason to avoid the inn in the hours after dawn and before dusk. However, with his mind on the conversations he had had with Sansa and Veronica, and the missing beast presumably still roaming somewhere out in the canyon, Ren knew he couldn't keep approaching the problem the way he had been, previously.
Veronica's advice still lingered in his mind fresh enough after a month of thought to have him trying something new. He waited for a good number of people to enter the inn before doing so himself, and asked, with a softened tone and a calm voice, if people could spare a moment when they finished to have a discussion.
He had missed the most recent meeting, entrenched as he had been in his training. It had been another lost opportunity, and he wanted no more of those. This was as good of a chance as any, and he was taking action before action could be taken from him.
With his request submitted, he left the inn and borrowed a sturdy crate from outside one of the unused buildings. He took a seat on it, just outside the front of the inn, during the meal. Most people came and went through the doors, and it gave him a good position without worrying about the crowding of the growing village's size packed inside one space.
When enough people decided to come out and take part, he stood back up, his long hair loosely pulled back, and the scar the cut across his face and down his arm far more visible for it. He looked around at the faces gathered, some familiar, others new, and straightened his back, standing taller and more assured. He needed people to trust him, or at least trust that what he had to say might be important. But he could not be harsh, he could not demand. He had to coax reason out, and the only way to do so was to offer his ideas as ideas, and nothing more.
"A lot has happened in this canyon. Some of you have been here for far more of it than I have. There have been hazards, storms, unusual discoveries, and violent creatures. People come and go, almost always without the slightest inclination as to how or why. I myself have gone and returned, and I remember nothing of it." He paused there, one hand holding onto the metal staff he had been using so long now it had become an extension of him. He rested it on the ground like a cane now, using it to keep himself grounded.
"This canyon is unpredictable. The dangers and threats that may face us in the future can not be anticipated wholly, and there is no way of knowing who among us will still be around to see them. But one thing is clear. I do not believe our captors have ever intended anything positive of this place. They observe, and they prevent our escape. They take our strength, our possessions, our memories," He hesitates a moment, his grip tightening on the staff, his voice sharper for a moment before settling back to an even tone. "And they toy with us. We have no idea who they are, what their true intentions may be, or how they came to bring us here, only that for now we are trapped here, together."
He looks over the group that has gathered, a frown crossing his face, his brows furrowed a moment before smoothing over. He has to choose his words carefully, and for the sometimes reckless young man, it isn't easy not to dive straight in.
"I think it's time we discuss whether or not this place needs more than the loose assortment of tasks and common, repeated actions it has as it currently stands. I believe we need a leadership in place. A council. With how unpredictable this place has proven to be, no one person can or should be trusted with that task but more dangers will come, we will face more disasters, more attacks that we can not see coming. We can not assume that we will always have the luxury of waiting until after the fact to react."
He breathes, slow and deep, and tries to find the words again, searching for the right phrasing, the right voice.
"I think a council is something we should consider. A group of people to share the burden of making tough calls or assigning tasks when things go wrong, or when something needs to get done. It will not work, however, if disagreement runs rampant underneath it. That's why I came here. At the very least, it should be discussed. If the majority is against it, I will drop the matter, but if we do not at least have this conversation, I do not think this village will last many disasters before the fragile organization the structure of it is currently built on collapses and falls apart."
Having said his piece, Ren stepped aside, and offered the area he had been speaking from to anyone who might choose to use it.
[This is a meeting post open to threadjacking, interruptions, opinions, and the like. If your character has anything to say, let them do so. I'll drop a secondary comment below for Ren specifically, otherwise go wild and respond to anyone you like or start your own thing. It's intended to be an IC discoure over whether or not the village needs some form of leadership, but any actual organizing of a leadership is not intended or planned to be formed from this meeting.]
Closed for Kira
He heard a lot of talking, and to his ears, all of it missed the point. the meeting became a forum for posing counter ideas and points, and while he had known that was likely, he had overestimated his ability to listen to ideas that felt unrelated, disjointed, and pointless in the long scheme, or even the short one. He wasn't even sure what had possessed him to start the discussion. It was never going to work out, and he had known that from the start. He had allowed himself a false sense of reason by surrounding himself with more reasonable influences. In the end, it went exactly as he had anticipated it would have.
He needed to clear his head, and he intended to do so through sparring practice with one of his students. Kira, perhaps another time. He was a bit too soft to handle the level Ren needed, but he had also been a small voice of reason in an echo chamber of mistakes.
He caught sight of Kira trying to slip away near the same time as Ren felt himself start to crack, and he followed, catching Kira just beyond the gathered group. He caught him by the arm, tension and frustration coursing through him despite the relatively light grip.
"Kira." It took strain and effort not to let his voice be compromised, not that keeping the emotion out of it helped Kira in any way. He had bit his lip to near bleeding to keep his mouth shut for most of the meeting, knowing he would only hurt his cause if he argued with the vehement responses that threatened.
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He tensed automatically for the grip on his arm, lifting at the elbow like he had any strength to break it. Skin to skin didn't matter, it was just this, someone inserting themself bodily into his space, so that the general pattern of emotions was directed at him. In the cloud of rising frustration and passion, Ren had just broken open and started to rain on him.
Like a bolt of lightning, he thought, then let it go.
"Ren," he answered, holding his arm at its angle, arching a brow up at the man. He couldn't expect him to know why he'd want him to let go: he never talked about this part of his abilities, he couldn't imagine anyone wanting to know. Guarding himself was almost sympathetic, he had felt such embarrassment for other people, such fear that the link one day would go both ways, and he would be this exposed to someone. If they weren't trapped here, if they weren't so weak, would it have been Ren?
Maybe with touch it's possible. Kira breathes in steady through his nose, relaxing his posture, becoming himself again. Lazy and calm, loose in his grip. Why even hold on? He wasn't going anywhere. He was comfortable, complacent. "Did you need me for something?"
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"No." The replies comes too fast and too sharp.
"I appreciate what you tried to do." Even rarer, an honest response. One that isn't easy. Comes strained and unfamiliar off his tongue. Both Kira's attempt at following up and the shove to pull him back from the edge of starting a fight he didn't need.
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"I appreciate what you're trying to do now."
He doesn't think the words before they're in the air between them, and in a week's time, when is laying in bed and turning over every stone of Ren's memory, he will wonder--is it still there? Did I know, that I would regret not saying it?
In the moment, it just sinks the caginess deeper into his skin, like Ren's attempt to be open has him trying to close for him. He fights it, he thinks it might matter later, to be honest in return, to dig into what Ren's shown him. "I'm sorry, that it feels like you're doing this alone."
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Ren looks away at the group they left behind as he tugs the dagger loose from the rope belt around his jeans and holds it out by the blade.
"I don't want to hear it." He half snaps, preemptively, before Kira can even look like he might protest. "Just take it." So he could pretend Kira might actually protect himself in the event of an attack. It was clear he wasn't going to make any headway with the softer approach and he hasn't decided yet what that means for his next effort, but despite the lack of violence so far, he hasn't let it lull him into complacency. He could feel a reckoning boiling under the false calm as much as he could feel the hairs on his arm and neck raise and twitch with the static in the air.
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While he can't promise to use it, he tries to spin the blade in his hand, dropping its weight over the back so the handle flips back into his palm--it's heavier than a card or coin, and he only manages the very end of the handle, a pinky curled around, clumsily tossed higher and caught in his hand. "I'll have to practice that one."
He doesn't smile when he says it--he means it, he will practice, even if the thought of using the knife on another living thing freezes the blood in his veins. The storm around them finds a core in Ren, something like their first meeting, but deeper, sharper, and not directed at Kira himself.