· CALL ME OUT (WINTER) ·

[hobbitholmes]

call me out
· winter 2020 ·

Neon on black top, there's gentle rain downtown.
The shadow pooling underneath me, as it follows on the ground.


❚ PICK A MUSE FROM HERE
❚ WRITE THE NAME IN THE SUBJECT
❚ SEPARATE SECTION FOR VOICE TESTING
❚ ___new cmo out in a few months

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slides in a tiny sith

[priceofpower]

[It was easy enough to see that for most of the people of the Order, their ideas and visions of a Sith Lord, and especially of the powerful Sith of old, absolutely didn't match up to the small, almost fragile looking little alien girl that had come tumbling out of the carbonite slab they'd dug up on that backwater, overgrown jungle of a planet that had once been the famed home of the great Sith Empire. Sickly pale, garishly tattooed and screaming out millennia of rage and grief, the once powerful and feared Darth Nox looked, in the end, like nothing more than a frightened child. That she didn't quite live up to the expectations people may have had, at first glance, was a given.]

[And that suits her just fine. After all, this First Order, this hollow, dead shell of the empire she once called her home... Well, they certainly failed to live up to her own expectations so far, so perhaps they're even in that regard.]

[But...it's not like she has anywhere else to go, does she? Home, and everyone she'd ever known and cared for, were long lost to time. And the First Order, while a shallow imitation at best of her beloved Empire, was the only remote bit of familiarity in a now unfamiliar universe. Infuriating as it was to be revived...are they not still, in some small way, her people? Is it not her duty as a lord of the Sith, even now, to aid and protect them as she can?]

[It's why Vasja's here now, weeks after carefully picking up the pieces of grief and fury, in the empty compartment that served as a training room. Dressed in comfortable robes, a heavy hood once more concealing her more alien features, as her blood red eyes stared impassively at the young man that Snoke, the Order's strange and enigmatic "leader", had requested she help mentor.]

[No. She's absolutely not impressed.]

My last apprentice was bigger.

returns that electric slide

[heirofvader]

Bigger hardly means more power or size. In fact, it can mean a larger target to hit.

[ Kylo was used to being judged. He was used to their eyes peering into him, from the military, from the nonbelievers. He was used to it from his own parents. Uncle Luke. No one ever really believed in him or what he was capable of. Perhaps the sheer anger of it all is what broke the crystal in his saber. ]

Do you always start every conversation with degrading someone?

<3

[priceofpower]

[A snort.] If you believe that is degrading, the Sith of my time would have eaten you alive.

How you react tells a lot about the sort of person you are, I've found, and I need to know exactly what I'm working with before I bother wasting my time.

[Though the fact that there's nothing in the way of "yes master" and "no master" and "my deepest apologies master" is a nice start, as far as she's concerned. At least it means Kylo has a spine. Regardless of Snoke's praise of the man, it doesn't hurt her to make sure he's as capable as she's been told.]

Now two Sith gripe

[heirofvader]

Perhaps. Most of the Empire lost its backbone when Skywalker destroyed the Emperor.

[ Most people say he is over emotional (he is), unhinged (he is), and lacking in discipline (probably). Hearing it from an ancient Sith is none too surprising at this rate. He's been meditating. Trying to focus on numbing anything other than his seething rage. ]

I wonder if it truly would be a waste of your time. After all, you've spent so much of it already in the ice. Simply moving must be valuable enough for your time.