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capencowl20202020-01-23 09:00 pm
forcelight) wrote in capencowl20202020-01-23 09:00 pm
( open ) holy water will not help you now
who: rey/kira + you
where: idk all over, man
when: there is one flashback-y prompt (2014), but mostly set NOW
warnings: talk of torture, violence... will update if need be
(( THEN -- REY, 2015 -- for Kylo ))
She just wants to go home.
But she's never had a home.
She's just a nobody, not special. Not like they think she is; not like she feels when the power surges deep in her veins and sparkles at her fingertips. The girl; barely in her eighteenth year - sits, head bowed and pulled knees to her chest. A whirlwind of emotions are present, fear. She's afraid... More afraid of herself than she is of the ones who shackled her .. and what she can do.
All she had tried to do was keep her head down, until she could find a way back - away from all of this. This talk of powers, of people who are special -- she's not. She can't be (if she was, why did her family leave her?)
Rey still wears her desert wraps, mild tans in the cold starkness of a cell that she's been left in for the time being. They've offered an out.. they could use someone like her. But she spat in the face of her guard, and here she is.
The power frightens her, confuses her. But she can use it (if not well), which is how one would find her out of the cell, wandering aimlessly around the base. Keeping to the shadows, avoiding, hiding.
Rey of Jakku, is good at remaining invisible. Or had been, otherwise she wouldn't be here but. Point. Taken.
But now... hearing footsteps, she throws out a hand to stop them in their tracks.
(( NOW - KIRA, 2020 - open (enforcement) ))
One wouldn't recognize Rey now -- all in black, cape and mask, a blood red double bladed saber at her side. She's even dropped the name Rey -- a ray of light she is not. Kira isn't here to make friends, moving with a lethal efficiency through a crowd. Closing her eyes behind the red visor of her mask, she stops.
Pick up the trail. Her instincts are not usually wrong. Not about this.
There.
Opening her eyes, the woman stalks forward, and pulls out her weapon, holding it out to her prey. "Surrender yourself." The voice, mildly accented is modulated by the mask.
Is it you she's trying to arrest? Or perhaps you want to try your luck against her...
( training )
There's never really any off duty time, here -- not with the sudden influx of arrivals, and if Kira is not working, she's training -- or meditating. Swooping into revolts and stopping break outs. But she doesn't complain about the extra work, and the tactics the other side uses fuels her fire. There's an unspoken anger brewing, and anyone who happens to step foot in the training room might have to duck -- as the punching bag, full of holes and semi caught fire from swings of a lightsaber, goes flying towards the wall
Halting and freezing in midair, with the flick of her hand, before falling to the floor with a thud.
[[ wildcard! you know the drill -- if you want something more specific feel free to hit me up on plurk @ dirtypaws and we can hash things out!]]
where: idk all over, man
when: there is one flashback-y prompt (2014), but mostly set NOW
warnings: talk of torture, violence... will update if need be
(( THEN -- REY, 2015 -- for Kylo ))
She just wants to go home.
But she's never had a home.
She's just a nobody, not special. Not like they think she is; not like she feels when the power surges deep in her veins and sparkles at her fingertips. The girl; barely in her eighteenth year - sits, head bowed and pulled knees to her chest. A whirlwind of emotions are present, fear. She's afraid... More afraid of herself than she is of the ones who shackled her .. and what she can do.
All she had tried to do was keep her head down, until she could find a way back - away from all of this. This talk of powers, of people who are special -- she's not. She can't be (if she was, why did her family leave her?)
Rey still wears her desert wraps, mild tans in the cold starkness of a cell that she's been left in for the time being. They've offered an out.. they could use someone like her. But she spat in the face of her guard, and here she is.
The power frightens her, confuses her. But she can use it (if not well), which is how one would find her out of the cell, wandering aimlessly around the base. Keeping to the shadows, avoiding, hiding.
Rey of Jakku, is good at remaining invisible. Or had been, otherwise she wouldn't be here but. Point. Taken.
But now... hearing footsteps, she throws out a hand to stop them in their tracks.
(( NOW - KIRA, 2020 - open (enforcement) ))
One wouldn't recognize Rey now -- all in black, cape and mask, a blood red double bladed saber at her side. She's even dropped the name Rey -- a ray of light she is not. Kira isn't here to make friends, moving with a lethal efficiency through a crowd. Closing her eyes behind the red visor of her mask, she stops.
Pick up the trail. Her instincts are not usually wrong. Not about this.
There.
Opening her eyes, the woman stalks forward, and pulls out her weapon, holding it out to her prey. "Surrender yourself." The voice, mildly accented is modulated by the mask.
Is it you she's trying to arrest? Or perhaps you want to try your luck against her...
( training )
There's never really any off duty time, here -- not with the sudden influx of arrivals, and if Kira is not working, she's training -- or meditating. Swooping into revolts and stopping break outs. But she doesn't complain about the extra work, and the tactics the other side uses fuels her fire. There's an unspoken anger brewing, and anyone who happens to step foot in the training room might have to duck -- as the punching bag, full of holes and semi caught fire from swings of a lightsaber, goes flying towards the wall
Halting and freezing in midair, with the flick of her hand, before falling to the floor with a thud.
[[ wildcard! you know the drill -- if you want something more specific feel free to hit me up on plurk @ dirtypaws and we can hash things out!]]