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Kylo (IT'S NOT A PHASE, DAD) Ren ([personal profile] killthepast) wrote in [community profile] riverviewlogs2018-03-31 09:18 pm

after the rain, comes the rainbow [open]

who: Kylo Ren and OPENNN
what: Catch-all, featuring some open prompts from the TDM.
when: The month of April.
where: Here and there
warnings: Nothing yet

i. disaster relief
[ If it weren't for the lingering complications from his gunshot wound to the shoulder, Kylo Ren would be going on river expeditions and fighting giant reptiles and amphibians.

He would be, except Dr. Whale already lectured him and refused to budge the last time he'd demanded medical clearance. Apparently, pushing through pain in an attempt to force his body into recovery had only been making things worse for his arm and shoulder, in the long run.

So he has to take it relatively easy and stick to the prescribed physical therapy exercises until the doctor says otherwise. And that means staying behind as the city floods and tales of giant creatures lurking in the waters spread.

He's never been one to find contentment in sitting around and doing nothing. (Even if the action he tends to take is... you know, the wrong action, at least he's usually doing something.) So, in an attempt to curb feelings of restless agitation, Kylo... actually volunteers for the citywide relief effort. His arm may need time to heal, but he's still strong enough to assist in evacuation efforts, or in the setting up of temporary shelters, or doing any odd task where he can rely on the Force and worry less about hindering his arm's recovery.

Just don't expect him to cook or serve food. He's not feeling that helpful. ]


ii. routines
[ And since he's still stuck on the dreaded Desk Duty at work, Ren's mood-- as he goes about his daily routine-- is even more sour and gloomy than usual. Which is pretty impressive, considering his usual state is miserable enough.

So here's that catch-all prompt for seeing the scowling, overgrown emo kid at the gym (where he's still going to work out and spar as best he can, or go through his physical therapy exercises, if nothing else), or sulking around a coffee shop (don't judge his latte order) with his nose stuck in a journal as he jots notes down. Or at a library. He spends time at libraries, too. And just about anywhere, really. Outside, when it's not raining, because he's taken to communing with the Force out in the park. ]


iii. choose your own adventure
[ And if that last prompt wasn't broad enough, here's the wildcard choose your own adventure option. ]
shootsoff: (ballin)

[personal profile] shootsoff 2018-04-03 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Thankfully, Roy has less than zero idea of what Kylo Ren 'should' be like. All he knows is that when he bats aside some of the collapsed canvas, he sees a guy all in black with a couple of kids, notices that the guy is standing between those kids and the rampaging supercrocodile, and that he's kicking down the rest of the shelter over the monster.]

Hey, dude, I'm gonna use an incendiary arrow, keep them back okay?

[He yells it while he hoists himself into a tree a few feet away from the collapsed structure while the crocodile thrashes around in the canvas, tangled, a perfect shot. The way he says it doesn't really imply the guy doesn't know well enough to run away from an explosion - it's more about making sure he's aware there's going to be one.

Crouching on a low branch, he pulls out one of his incendiary arrows, nocks and draws his bow in a few split seconds, aims for long enough to suck in a breath and check that the guy and kids are out of the blast radius, and releases the arrow. It's little more than a flick of red through the air, and then there's a concussive explosion of sound and fire.]


Crap, good thing it's raining!

[Swinging down from the tree, Roy jogs over to the guy, stepping delicately over chunks of crocodile.]

You okay, man? The kids okay?
shootsoff: (badass)

[personal profile] shootsoff 2018-04-17 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
[The lightsaber? That's cool, and he's totally going to ask about it later, because holee freak, who doesn't want a glowy laser sword. But right now he's got bigger reptiles to fry, so he's focusing on making bbq alligator steak out of the river monster.

Doesn't stop him from noticing how the guy shields himself from the heat, debris, and chunks of monster guck from hitting him and the kids. Neat trick.

Not the point right now, though, as he finally gets past all the rubble on the ground and crouches down to look at the kids while the guy pulls up her rain jacket hood and turns to look at him. Grinning, Roy gives the girl a thumbs up and then stands up, rubbing his gloved hands (pointlessly) on the back of his red leather pants before holding one out to the other man for a shake.]


No sweat, it's what I came out for. Nice to meet you, uh...

[A pause, and then, brightly.]

I'm Roy. Roy Harper, aka Arsenal.