F̶N̶-̶2̶1̶8̶7̶ | Finn (
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who: finn and OPEN
what: tdm prompts (dreamshare, big robits)! canon updates! and a general february catchall.
when: backdated late january through all of february. various.
where: idk, dreams. big robits. generally around.
warnings: violence towards Big Beetles, nightmare content (which includes death, more violence, and maybe vague body horror idk). spoilers for the last jedi. will add as things crop up.
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what: tdm prompts (dreamshare, big robits)! canon updates! and a general february catchall.
when: backdated late january through all of february. various.
where: idk, dreams. big robits. generally around.
warnings: violence towards Big Beetles, nightmare content (which includes death, more violence, and maybe vague body horror idk). spoilers for the last jedi. will add as things crop up.
PRETEND I'M NOT PAINFULLY LATE
Which is the only reason why he allows himself to be seen in public in this state. Still tall, proud, strong, and not anywhere close to defeated.
(Though it's a bit tough to look appropriately menacing while shopping for clothes. STILL, KYLO MAKES AN EFFORT TO.)
He can feel anger-- cold, sharp, and so unlike his own blazing, barely-contained wildfire-- emanating from a familiar presence, and though Kylo remains vigilant, he doesn't do the traitor the honor of acknowledging his presence. Much as he wants to strike, send him hurtling into the shop's displays, or rend his mind to shreds, Ren behaves for the time being.
Let the Rebel scum try to make the first move. It's only a matter of time. They always try, here, on this moon, and one day they'll learn first-hand just how much he's been holding back. Ren almost smiles at the thought, even as he compares two nearly-identical black sweaters. But when there's a sudden change in the lighting, and waves of surprise, panic, and aggravation rolling off of the few others in the shop, Kylo looks up from the clothes and sees...
They're blocked in by one of those blasted, solid holograms.
He tosses the sweaters aside and storms over to the entrance, reaching out with the Force to... attempt anything. But no, for now, there's precious little he can do but growl, hurl a mannequin at the door (with the Force, not his arms) in a fit of rage, and turn his anger to the most convenient target: FN-2187. ]
Trapped in a cage together. Isn't that convenient.
my dance card has no lateness
Being the nearest homing beacon of seething distaste is... less unexpected.
Better a mannequin than him, better him than some bystander who doesn't know what they're in a room with. ]
Yeah. Very.
[ The moon's one big fancy prison of its own, in a lot of ways. But at least it's normally got enough pacing room to avoid crossing paths with whatever bits of the First Order get spat out onto it. Keep your head down, move forward, keep an eye out. ]
Nicer than my last cage. Any nicer than yours?
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This is my first. [ Unless one counts the moon, which Ren does, to a degree. But he'd rather sneer in the face of the defected Stormtrooper, as if the relative freedom he's known (farcical as it was when Snoke was alive) makes him superior to the other man.
As if it doesn't make him all the more monstrous, to have had more choices in his life. ]
But tell me about your last cage. What was it? The beaten-up junker that holds what remains of the Resistance?
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Finn pushes off continuing to question his luck for later. If there is a later. He pushes thinking about that off for later, too. ]
The big cave with the blast door before that, actually.
[ The Falcon is a lot of things. A little junky. Overcrowded, now. Infested with Porgs for reasons Finn never had time to ask about. But it associates so hand in hand with freedom, with escape, that it's hard to call even the most crowded tin can a cage. ]
You might remember it. You were the ones who cracked it open.
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He'd rather not think about his feelings in that moment. It was the last memory the canister returned to him, and it's been hanging over him ever since. ]
I remember. You scattered like muckrats. How long will that work out for you? Running, hiding, instead of fighting?
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If we're scattered, we're scattered. If we have to rebuild, we'll rebuild. From the bottom up. Because we left that planet alive, and that means it's not over. Not by a long shot.