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Monthly Catch-all
WHO: Kylo Ren and you!
WHERE: New Amsterdam
WHEN: July 1st – July 10th
WHAT: Taking advantage of his newfound freedom, Kylo Ren decides to poke at some tentacle monsters and drink hot chocolate. More or less in that order.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Disturbing content, primarily: blood, gore, tentacles and the amputation thereof. Violence may come up, depending. Will add warnings as needed.
( 0 0 1 ) » SAFE-HOUSE
[ It's late – or perhaps it's early, when Kylo Ren slips from his cot and pulls on first his borrowed clothing and then his boots.
He heads directly for the hatch.
Climbing the ladder takes far longer than he'd like; before New Amsterdam, bruised ribs would be a fleeting inconvenience. Fuel to drive him forward, if necessary; easily healed, if not. He had followed Clarke's instructions as best he could but shied from doing more than that.
Above, there's a pack stashed and waiting. He collects it quickly, checking its over its contents and before pulling it onto his shoulder. He has a rough idea of where he's headed. With any luck he won't be gone for a few hours. Hardly long enough to miss. ]
( 0 0 2 ) » SAMPLE GATHERING ( cw: eventual blood, gore )
[ He finds what he's looking for several blocks away: two crab carcasses – the smallest little more than a bloodied pulp, scattered across an alleyway. Even the most desperate scavengers seem to have given them a wide berth.
Good.
He sets down his pack and pulls on a pair of surgical gloves. There's a more than good chance that he'd waited too long, that there's no venom left to risk, but he's not taking any chances. Even without the venom there'll be something to salvage, to use, to trade. And while buying goodwill is still a largely foreign concept he is willing to learn, if necessary. To play along for the moment as long as it gets him answers. ]
( 0 0 3 ) » SKY PARK
[ Later that week, the city begins its mourning in earnest.
Ren slips through the crowds like a scalefish, hood raised and eyes keen. He buys a hot chocolate from one of the many street vendors – lured in by the promise of something not containing insects for a change – and sips at it intermittently as he wanders.
Eventually, he finds himself in one of the city's sky parks: a lush, green place that is untouched by the grief of the city below. He thinks, absurdly, of Chandrila. The home he'd given up alongside his name. He remembers being lead through a park much like this, years ago, his small fingers tucked into his father's calloused palm. He shakes his head, as if to dislodge the memory, then murmurs – perhaps to himself, perhaps to anyone nearby: ] I don't recognize half of these plants.
( 0 0 4 ) » WILDCARD
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resurrectionist for plotting! ]
WHERE: New Amsterdam
WHEN: July 1st – July 10th
WHAT: Taking advantage of his newfound freedom, Kylo Ren decides to poke at some tentacle monsters and drink hot chocolate. More or less in that order.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Disturbing content, primarily: blood, gore, tentacles and the amputation thereof. Violence may come up, depending. Will add warnings as needed.
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( 0 0 1 ) » SAFE-HOUSE
[ It's late – or perhaps it's early, when Kylo Ren slips from his cot and pulls on first his borrowed clothing and then his boots.
He heads directly for the hatch.
Climbing the ladder takes far longer than he'd like; before New Amsterdam, bruised ribs would be a fleeting inconvenience. Fuel to drive him forward, if necessary; easily healed, if not. He had followed Clarke's instructions as best he could but shied from doing more than that.
Above, there's a pack stashed and waiting. He collects it quickly, checking its over its contents and before pulling it onto his shoulder. He has a rough idea of where he's headed. With any luck he won't be gone for a few hours. Hardly long enough to miss. ]
( 0 0 2 ) » SAMPLE GATHERING ( cw: eventual blood, gore )
[ He finds what he's looking for several blocks away: two crab carcasses – the smallest little more than a bloodied pulp, scattered across an alleyway. Even the most desperate scavengers seem to have given them a wide berth.
Good.
He sets down his pack and pulls on a pair of surgical gloves. There's a more than good chance that he'd waited too long, that there's no venom left to risk, but he's not taking any chances. Even without the venom there'll be something to salvage, to use, to trade. And while buying goodwill is still a largely foreign concept he is willing to learn, if necessary. To play along for the moment as long as it gets him answers. ]
( 0 0 3 ) » SKY PARK
[ Later that week, the city begins its mourning in earnest.
Ren slips through the crowds like a scalefish, hood raised and eyes keen. He buys a hot chocolate from one of the many street vendors – lured in by the promise of something not containing insects for a change – and sips at it intermittently as he wanders.
Eventually, he finds himself in one of the city's sky parks: a lush, green place that is untouched by the grief of the city below. He thinks, absurdly, of Chandrila. The home he'd given up alongside his name. He remembers being lead through a park much like this, years ago, his small fingers tucked into his father's calloused palm. He shakes his head, as if to dislodge the memory, then murmurs – perhaps to himself, perhaps to anyone nearby: ] I don't recognize half of these plants.
( 0 0 4 ) » WILDCARD
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no subject
Unless you risked reinjuring yourself to explore an empty grocery store. [She does a similar glance around. Clarke has a way of making a situation that isn't tense more tense.]
For the record, I know why you're asking. Aside from the change of topic, that is. [Clarke pointedly looks back at him.] But your reasoning is faulty. If they want us, a gun won't be enough to save us. I'm willing to bet that they know that we have an organization like Morningstar on our side this time. They won't make the same mistakes that they did before.
no subject
[ His anger goes beyond the violation of his body and the restraint of his power. It's the helplessness and that feeling of being blind. The implant simply offers him a convenient point of focus, and he clasps it tightly with both hands. ]
It has little to do with saving us. [ Simple, matter-of-fact; he knows that if they're caught it will be more about taking as many of them down as he can than it will be about getting away. ]
I wanted to get a closer look at one of the bodies.
no subject
She can only wait.]
It's a fair idea. But still—which body do you mean? The people out there? Do you think you'll be able to find a corpse by now?
no subject
Now that their panic has passed, the curious will be out in force. Securing the larger beast will take priority.
no subject
The radiation back home didn't even cause creatures like that.]
Unless you intend to do that yourself. Are you a scientist?
no subject
I want to know where the beast came from, if not here.
no subject
I mean, we have to find out a lot, but it sounds like a good place to begin.