STAR WARS: possible spoiler warning

[avali]

STAR WARS CALL OUT POST:
STEP 1: pick a muse
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STEP 3: profit

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Even though it hurts, I so do, too

[narcissithstic]

[Nostrils flaring, Kylo curls his lip back in contempt for the old man that saw him as a second chance; for the idea that somehow, in some way, they were family. As if the word ever carried meaning beyond blood - the notion nothing but a stopper against his true birthright.

Here, he'd only ever be stifled. Smothered and unsatisfied, and even with the pain that came with cutting down the apprentices he'd once trained alongside, he feels...free. No dulled senses, no pause in his step for reflection or control: like waking up for the first time, reveling in the smallest sensations. He tastes color and light, inhales the sound of a distant, beating heart, wires all crossed in his head without caring beyond lapping up the high of his own power.

The promise Snoke carried where everyone else failed.]

Good. [He growls, rolling hunched shoulders as he paces (albeit temporarily) within the boundaries of his own space.] You could use a little power, old man.

[A jab brittle enough that his mouth pulls up sharply when he says it; a joke only he finds hilarious, and only for a weighted moment.] Maybe then I wouldn't have looked somewhere else for real training.

I'm so late jesus.

[acertainpointofview]

The Dark Side is the quick and easy path, Ben. It only seems more powerful.

[ He does not let the pain show. Lets it pass through him and beyond him as best he can. He has failed Anakin again and this time... This time it almost feels worse. But there's not time to dwell on the past. He must focus on what must be done in the here and the now. His lightsaber isn't ignited yet, the hilt heavy in brittle hands. ]

You can still stop this. Don't give in to your anger and hatred. Don't give in to your fear.

[narcissithstic]

I'm not afraid. [He snaps, teeth clicking as they scuff against one another from strain. A lie, but a believable one-- if he pins down the whispers in his ears, or the clawing, reaching grasp that's held fast to him for as long as he can remember. Most Force-sensitive creatures don't learn about the Dark Side and its pull until later on in life; for him, it's always been there. Snoke's always been there.

And they have no idea what that's like.

His heels are light when he steps forward, edging in and leaving that weighted tension between them: Kenobi is old, but he's not weak, and striking out at a fully trained master is a far cry from picking off trainees. Still, the blade in his hands is off. That gives Ren the barest advantage, and he'd be senseless not to seize it in the moment. Lunges forward, striking out for the set of his former teacher's arm - hoping to wound him before he has the chance to defend himself.]

But you should be.