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thisavrou_log2016-06-09 10:41 am
t65) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-06-09 10:41 am
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somebody better call steve harvey,
Who: Luke Skywalker (crudematter) & his shitty nephew (outer_space).
When: 6/12
Where: The Collective
What: Kylo Ren finally discovers the key to finding Luke Skywalker: don't return his phone calls.
Warnings: temper tantrums
It's been hours, and Luke is too jittery with this new knowledge to contain it. He has a nephew. A nephew. Leia has a son. Luke's never been good at sitting still at the best of times, but this is beyond the reach of his limited patience. He has to do something.
He tries to play it lightly. First, a call, one that goes ignored. Maybe sending written messages will do better?
Hello?
this is Luke Skywalker
I'm your uncle.
I want to talk
Of course, these attempts go ignored as well. Luke's patience gives out, and he goes in search of the boy-- he thinks of him as a boy, he can't help it. He wants to know everything, and Leia can't be expected to tell him, as things stand. He'll just have to figure it out himself. He has to.
The Force leads Luke to where he needs to be. It's not that he can sense this Kylo Ren's presence, but he simply knows where he needs to be. Walking through streets, alleyways, across the beach sand, Luke follows his instinct. The Force isn't just strong in their family; it ties it together. This needs to happen. Luke lets it.
After a while, it's easy to sense that creeping feeling of metaphysical cold. That lets Luke know he's close. He quickens his pace.
crudematter) & his shitty nephew (outer_space).When: 6/12
Where: The Collective
What: Kylo Ren finally discovers the key to finding Luke Skywalker: don't return his phone calls.
Warnings: temper tantrums
It's been hours, and Luke is too jittery with this new knowledge to contain it. He has a nephew. A nephew. Leia has a son. Luke's never been good at sitting still at the best of times, but this is beyond the reach of his limited patience. He has to do something.
He tries to play it lightly. First, a call, one that goes ignored. Maybe sending written messages will do better?
Hello?
this is Luke Skywalker
I'm your uncle.
I want to talk
Of course, these attempts go ignored as well. Luke's patience gives out, and he goes in search of the boy-- he thinks of him as a boy, he can't help it. He wants to know everything, and Leia can't be expected to tell him, as things stand. He'll just have to figure it out himself. He has to.
The Force leads Luke to where he needs to be. It's not that he can sense this Kylo Ren's presence, but he simply knows where he needs to be. Walking through streets, alleyways, across the beach sand, Luke follows his instinct. The Force isn't just strong in their family; it ties it together. This needs to happen. Luke lets it.
After a while, it's easy to sense that creeping feeling of metaphysical cold. That lets Luke know he's close. He quickens his pace.
I WILL FIGHT YOU ON THE BEACHES I WILL FIGHT YOU IN A SPA I WILL FIGHT YOU IN THE MUD BATHS
He doesn't know who told and ultimately it doesn't matter. After his MID chimes with the third incoming message, Kylo Ren tries to tear it from his wrist. When that does nothing he gnaws the band, then bashes the screen into the polished stone wall of his room. It fractures. It doesn't shatter. He tries again.
He leaves the hotel knowing he won't return. Mildly repulsed he'd stayed at all. These are planets with one purpose: to pamper, to soften. What he wants is a landscape he can carve out.
At the transport stop, there's a line.
Kylo keeps walking. The planet is gridded with walkways, the walkways lined with carefully cultivated greenery. Everything designed to pleasure the senses. There's a cloying scent in the air when he detects Luke Skywalker, but that's probably a coincidence.
For a moment, he stops, stricken with an urge to run. Then Kylo Ren turns sharply—he's seen the picture in the Moira's directory, already been surprised by the face beneath those years and worry. When he doesn't see it in the crowd he shoves his way forward, beset by a presence that isn't a feeling so much as a memory lying in wait.
just like all his family reuinions.
"Hey!" Luke hurries after. "Wait! I need to talk to you!"
He doubts reasoning with the man will help any, but he has to try.
no subject
He slows, shifts smoothly into a fighting stance, the saber held before him. The anger he's been keeping pent up since Anakin Skywalker barged into his room to demand and then disregard explanations has found a release. “I have nothing to say to any of you."
no subject
For safety, surely. He can't afford a loss, and he doesn't know how deeply the Dark Side has sunk itself into the boy's heart. Luke extends the green blade in front of him.
"I don't want us to fight. I want to talk. I won't follow you anymore, if you just- just listen to me." He sounds desperate, and he knows it. This entire situation is desperate; there's no helping that. He just has to make the best of it he possibly can.