let us sacrifice today...

[jiaasjen]

who: kylo ren bitty!ben solo and you!
what: au event; apparently de-aging is catching. he's a six year old with burgeoning psychic powers etc etc.
when: 14-24th june
where: various parts of the quarantine
warnings: ornery boychild and general disobedience.


i. communal building, private floor - waking up; open

[ Waking confused and bleary-eyed, Ben hadn’t dwelt too long on the sense of being misplaced; it wasn’t that he wasn’t concerned but was at least old enough to know that curling into a ball and crying was unlikely to yield any beneficial results. A quick inspection of the room (décor bland enough that it could belong to any of a number of military bases or low-budget hotels) reveals clothes roughly in his size and something to eat.

Shoving several pieces of hard fruit into the pockets of his trousers, Ben tackles the door, getting it open with surprisingly little difficulty, and heading outside, down the hall and to the elevator. ]


ii. outside – trees; open

[ Exploring the Quarantine yields mixed results, and a panic has slowly begun to stir in his chest the longer time passes without a familiar face or any sort of clue as to where he is.

It’s ironic then that the thing that distracts him from a panic attack are trees: he’d never been to Kashyyk but had heard enough of the stories from both his father and uncle to recognize what looks alarmingly like a Wroshyr tree.

Enormous, it towers over the immediate area and would be more than high enough for him to get a decent view of his surroundings (far better than just meandering around, hoping luck or one of his parents will find him) and also afford him some safety should whoever brought him here prove to have less than benign intentions.

Glancing left then right then left again, Ben rushes over, fingers digging immediately into the wild whorls of the bough and forcing himself up and up and up. ]


iii. wildcard

[ choose your own adventure! feel free to come at me bros or you can pp/pm me to discuss things. ]

Comments

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[followhim]

[he watches ben scale the tree, a little bit like "oh no not another one" but mostly like "that looks really fun tbh." lbr poe is kind of a big kid without any help from a magical chalice, okay.]

Think there's enough room for both of us up there?

[there ... obviously is, it's a big ass tree, but he's trying not to intrude.]

[jiaasjen]

Maybe. [ See Ben. See Ben hanging from his branch like an Asyrriak, seemingly oblivious of the possibility of a fall. ]

It's a big tree. [ Hoisting himself up, he seats himself as comfortably as he can manage. If Poe can make it up he's free to find himself a branch, Ben isn't about to be greedy. ]

[followhim]

[he's a pretty spry dude, so he makes it up the tree in no time. it's like the ~good old days~ on yavin 4. he perches on a branch near ben, keeping an eye on him just in case ... well, you know, in case he has to do any heroics or anything. could he catch a kid falling out of a tree in mid-air? it's a strong maybe.]

It is a big tree, huh? I like it. It's nice. My name's Poe, what's yours?

[jiaasjen]

[ Poe. It feels like it should be familiar, but that doesn't really mean much. Between his mother and his father, they all know a lot of people and it's reasonably sure at least one of those people is a Poe. ]

Ben. [ He looks out at the view of the city before looking back at Poe: ] My uncle would say he's seen bigger but I think he might be lying. [ In the way all adults lie to children, with mostly good-intentions. Chewbacca is better about than most, though. ]

[followhim]

[ben ... so probably the ben he already knows, judging from 1. kids he's already run into and 2. the network post about it he's read at this point. he will watch out for smol ben. because that's what being a bro is all about.]

Maybe he has, but who cares if there's a bigger tree somewhere else? This one is plenty big. I used to climb trees all the time, on my family's ranch. But none of them were this big.

[jiaasjen]

[ The hair'll darken with age, and his complexion will gradually bleach due to the lack of sunlight but the resemblance is nonetheless there, albeit in miniature. ]

We live near the sea. [ Lived, maybe; he'd like to think his parents would have warned him if they'd be moving but he's only a child and children's opinions aren't often sought on these matters. ] Not lots of trees there. [ Not that it stopped him from scrambling up this one, something about the need to seek greater height for security. ]

You're good at climbing though. [ He can allow Poe this much. He hasn't really met many adults that can climb this well. ]

[followhim]

Thanks. Did you like living near the sea? We're near a river here, we could go to the beach if you want. When you don't feel like climbing anymore.

[jiaasjen]

Yeah. [ He can't remember the last time he'd been to the beach. The memory, like many of the recent ones, are fuzzy with time and a vague sense of displacement and wrongness. Still, it's an enticing offer: ]

D'you think they'll have shells?

[followhim]

Probably. I guess we'll just have to find out for sure when we go.

[jiaasjen]

[ Nodding slowly, because this makes sense. ] I used to collect pearlshells with my Mom, when she was home.

[ They'd amassed quite a collection at one point, actually. ]

[followhim]

Really? Did you have a lot? I don't know if we'll find any pearlshells, but we can try to make a new collection here.