synthneon | · CALL ME OUT (WINTER) ·

[ Snap-hiss. Green lightsaber bright against the dark silhouette of the Jedi temple, Jane slashes at the air; tentatively at first, but soon the moves just spill out of her, flowing into a sequence she's practiced for years with her eyes closed. For a moment it feels as though she and the blade are one, that the weapon's an extension of herself, power channeling through the Corusca gem she's used as a focusing crystal instead of kyber... until she remembers how that same shaft of searing emerald light passed clean through Tenel Ka's arm, severing it above the elbow.

She stumbles as though she'd been shot, and for a few seconds she merely stands there, still as a statue, her heart racing with fear and dread, her mind with accusatory thoughts of what have you done, Jane? It had been an accident, of course, but it remained that she hadn't been fast enough, that she wasn't as good a duelist as people said she was, that she would make a terrible Jedi.

She straightens and deactivates her saber, the world around her growing dark as she sinks into it as though she could disappear. At 16 she's already taller than most of the girls in the academy, which has made it a little difficult to find a suitable sparring partner for her — and with her having just dismembered her most recent one, who would want to hang around her now? She's already said she's sorry, and she's spent the last several hours cycling through her guilt and self-loathing, but it doesn't seem to matter, no. ]

[ Ben stays back towards the entrance of the temple. Uncle Luke was doing as he would, training the younglings, or whoever he felt needed more attention. It usually left the two Skywalker-Solo's to their own devices. Both had inherited traits of their father as well as the strong connection to the Force that their mother had. It makes for... interesting things.

He rolls his lightsaber in his hand. ]

Having a hard time seeing things, Jane?

Leave me alone.

[ It's not her usual quip, and it's not her usual tone of voice. It's also not usual for her to be alone, because she's either joined at the hip with Jaina or telling some dumb joke to their circle of friends. But there she is.

She sniffs. Stars, she's such a baby. ]

So, you are.

[ He remains where he is and quiets his hand. Jaina must have been off with their little possie as well. The Solo Kids, always causing an issue for Uncle Luke.

Even if Ben felt like was always overshadowed by the twins.

Ben takes a few steps forward after a moment and comes to stand beside her. ~~Ben can be a baby too~~ ]

Did they call your lightsaber ugly?

[ continued from here. ]

I uh... [ Babump. Babump. ] Coulda sworn I ticked that box-

[ The smile on her face tells him that yes, he did. ]

You did.

The pain had been the last thing he remembered. The sharp cold lancing through his body, the acrid taste of light on his tongue as it threatened to burst from him, consume him, the distant crackle of something like breaking glass in his ears-

He didn't remember blacking out. Didn't remember much beyond the agony, really, only half recalling visions of white and snippets of the Exarch's spell, before he woke up here. Although where here was, Saiun couldn't say, and whether it had been the Exarch that had sent him there, or Hydaelyn, he had even less idea. But the pain was gone. The distant ringing, the sickeningly bitter taste of light, vanished without a trace. The room he had woken up in was nothing like anywhere he had seen, and the young lady that had been tending to him had very nearly run off in a fright before calming down enough to look him over, and, deeming his health satisfactory, ushered him to meet with the woman that had "rescued" him.

No, not woman, Saiun reminded himself. Princess.

The way people stared and avoided him was far too reminiscent of his childhood for comfort, and for the first time in over two decades the mage found himself absently wishing that his robes hid more of his scales. Wished for a heavy hood to cover the horns. But if even the people of Gridania could adjust to and welcome him and his mother into their midst, surely the people here could as well.

At least no one here had accused him of being voidsent, yet. It wasn't exactly a cheerful thought, but it was reassuring in a way, and as he came upon the door he had been directed to, Saiun paused, grip on his staff white-knuckled as he took a steadying breath. A quiet knock, and he opened the door, slowly, peering inside with hesitation.

"Your, ah... Your highness?"

Princess.

It had been some time since she was addressed in such a manner. Ever since her ascension at sixteen, she had been known as the Oracle. Only one other man in recent time had referred to her as her inherited title by birth. He was left in Insomnia, and Lunafreya prayed against all odds that the Kingsglaive had made it out alive.

Yet, when it came to the man with horns, Lunafreya knew that the normal speaking conventions of their world would not be present in their conversations. It was refreshing in a way. She could escape the expectations of Oracle even for a short while when it came to Saiun Godo.

She turned to him with a smile. Her hair was down and dressed in a simple white gown. The pin of the emblem of her country sat in her hand.

"Saiun." She bowed her head in respect and faced him fully. Her hands folded in front of her. "What can I do for you?"

(( Continued from here. ))

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[ "Can you catch me?"

Oho. Ever since this young man showed up, the world that weaves between others, that ties them all to Smash, got even more interesting. A power like his, like any of the Phantom Thieves, was one not many had ever witnessed before. There is a part of him that wonders... He summoned forth that manifestation to aide him in battles' past. Arsene. Yet there were murmurings...

What other powers did he hide behind that mask? Cloud wasn't battle hungry- yet he was far from opposed to a good challenge. And Joker's done more than enough to prove his worth. He crouches down as well, preparing himself to spring, knees bending as flicks of fiery blue dance off parts of his body. ]

When you're this close? [ A beat. ] I'd rather show you.

[ Only so much space to move in an average-sized bedroom, after all. Still enough floor space for a good tussle though. ]

! Hmph-!

[ He stomps forward, closing that distance with a wide crescent swing of his sword. ]

Truth be told, Saiun wasn't sure what it was he had expected when he finally saw the woman. Princess Lunafrya, whose face he just barely recalled from fragmented, fleeting moments of consciousness, but whose unexpected familiarity gave him pause, the young mage freezing in the doorway.

She looked so much like Minfillia, that for just a moment...

But she wasn't Minfillia. Her voice and her mannerisms both proved as much, and he seemed to catch himself, after that, half bowing in return. Was he supposed to do that? It wasn't as if he'd had extensive interaction with royalty over the years. He couldn't recall having ever bowed to the sultana, and Hien... Hien would just as soon have laughed in his face at the thought of it.

"Can you communicate across time and space?"

It was hard for even him to tell if he meant it in seriousness or not. Even with the pain a distant memory, his body and mind still felt exhausted, and he bit down on his tongue almost sharply enough to taste blood. It wasn't as if she or her people would have any more answers for how he'd arrived there than he did, or any means to contact the only two entities he could think of to get him back home. He stepped fully into the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

"No, I'm- My apologies. That's a bad joke." Back up. Try again, with a little less of a clipped tone and little more of the reason he had sought her out in the first place. "I was told that you were the one who found me, and I... I wanted to thank you, for bringing me here."

A slight surprise took her face at his question. Communication over space and time? If she could, it was certainly something that she was unaware of. She turned and crossed the way to the couch in the sitting area of her quarters. One hand raised, making a gesture for him to join her.

"In truth, it was one of the servants of the palace that found you. As well as Pryna." A nod was given to the white dog curled up asleep by the balcony door. "As to the question you say was a joke... I do not believe I can. However, I might ask if someone I know can."

Gentiana perhaps could. She was more than a mere Messenger. A secret kept between the two of them as well as a pact that Gentiana would aid the King of Light when it came to it. Lunafreya glanced to the side with a small nod. She would ask on behalf of the wayward man.

"Tenebrae may be under the occupation of the Empire, but, these walls will always remain a place of healing so long as I am here." Lunafreya's tone said she would fight for what she spoke. Even against her brother. "Tell me of yourself, Saiun."

[ Joker has to admit that he hadn't expected to find himself in the strange world he did. The signs on the roads had said 'Midgard'--is this another world along the echo lines of Smash? Or is it something more? Joker isn't sure, but he'll make sure to ask once he's done saying hello to Cloud in the appropriate manner.

Joker can't help the smirk on his face.

Then he slides do the side to avoid the swing. He jumps up just enough to barely miss the blade. His hand shoots out for his grappling hook, pulling him over Cloud's head and behind him on the bed. It's a risky maneuver. One back swing and Cloud will hit him with that sword.

Which is why he spins the dagger and moves to quickly put it up against the swordsman's back. Hopefully, it's fast enough. ]

[ Ben, overshadowed? Jane has the middle child syndrome, and she thinks all her siblings are better than her in some way — Ben with the Force, Jaina with piloting and at attracting all the boys' attention, Anakin with machines. She's just the weird kid who talks to animals.

She frowns at him, trying to look indignant but not really succeeding. ] It's not ugly. It's— it's just a lightsaber.

[ The very one that's just sliced someone's arm off, yeah. ]

Then what is worth crying over it?

[ He holds his hand out to see her lightsaber. It is probably crafted perfectly. No flaws, no issues with the crystal cracking. Unlike him--who can't seem to contain anything in the proper way. ]

Unless they called you ugly.

[ Keep your head down and don't get in trouble, Aghorah had told him, and he'd scowled because it's not like he gets in trouble on purpose. It's not his fault that he's tall or that he's bulked up considerably since he'd started fighting on a more regular basis, or that he has an insufferable grin that usually makes people want to punch him.

But, as he should have already expected, he does get caught up in a brawl in the tavern, and he's not even sure who or what started it. All he really knows is that somewhere along the way he got swept up in the fight, and that it would be stupid not to defend yourself when you're under attack. He doesn't draw his sword, just throwing off the drunks that stumble into his path as he tries to make his way out of the chaos, but when he's cornered into punching a random cutthroat... all of a sudden he's become the target. Well, shit. ]

Please don't make me do this.

[ As genuine as he's being — he really doesn't want to hurt anyone — he gives off the impression that he's taunting them instead. Gods, he just wanted a quiet night and to enjoy a drink in peace. ]

· CALL ME OUT (WINTER) ·

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· [CASTLEVANIA] trevor belmont.

· [PERSONA] akira kurusu/joker

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· [FINAL FANTASY] lunafreya nox fleuret.

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· [ORIGINAL] tiberius darrowbane.

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