open rp post

[killthepast]

OPEN RP POST

this is an open rp post. do what you will with it. picture prompts, prose starters, tflns, lyrics, memes, etc etc etc. gen preferred, but i'm not 100% opposed to shipping, depending on the character and how well they click. permissions here & character info here.

- random scenario meme
- au meme
- random dialogue prompt
- random scenario generator
- prompt masterlist

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[onteamdyson]

[Ssssssiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip. Sip. Siiiiiiip. The large, plastic cup appears to be empty, but that doesn't stop Kenzi from getting every last bit of remaining whipped cream and ice crystals stuck at the bottom. She just keeps sipping and staring for what seems like an eternity before pulling the straw from her lips.]

So what kind of a name is Kylo anyway? Sounds made up.

MODERN SOLO ADVENTURES COLLEGE AU HERE WE GO

[killthepast]

[ Twitch. You can just see the scowl he's BARELY TRYING TO MASK come closer to the surface every time she sips on her drink.

If you can call that a drink instead of what it truly is: a cup full of whipped cream. Yeah, he's that asshole who judges the existence fraps, even though they are OBJECTIVELY DELICIOUS. ]

It's not made up. It's a very old name. I read about it in my linguistics class.

[ It's his LARP name. ]

What kind of a name is Kenzi?

[onteamdyson]

Ew, you're taking linguistics? I heard the prof is a total hardass. Noooo thank you. I'm not paying twenty K a year to auto-fail.

[She's paying 20k a year to somehow manage to get a law degree with as little effort possible. At least she's setting the cup down now, leaning on the table with both arms across her text book so she can rest her chin instead of actually looking anything up.]

It's Scottish, actually. Short for McKenzie? My dad picked it out.

[killthepast]

Classes are meant to be difficult. Why shouldn't you challenge yourself? [ Said with a bit more conviction than is necessary. HE TAKES COLLEGE V SERIOUSLY. ]

McKenzie. [ He looks at her for a beat, like he's making sure she really is a Kenzi. Seems to check out. Without further ado, he moves on to what's important: SCHOOLWORK. He whips out the syllabus and glances at it, as if he doesn't already know what he wants to focus on for their project. ] We'll do our project on German expressionism.

[onteamdyson]

Challenges are for overachievers. [And with that, she gives Kylo a long look up and down. Get her drift? Nerd alert much?]

Wow, okay, I don't remember agreeing to that. Not only does that topic sound like the most boring thing ever, but I'm pretty sure it's an oxymoron? Germans don't express themselves. They just yell a lot and take over countries.

[killthepast]

[ He sees the judgment, and you know what? He's proud to be an overachiever. There. ]

It's not boring. [ He leans in. ] German Expressionism is the foundation of modern cinema. [ God, you sound like somebody who's never even bothered to WATCH the works of F. W. Murnau. ]

[onteamdyson]

[NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERD! She's starting to see why no one wanted to partner up with this guy. She should have taken her chances with perpetually frowning Indian dude that sits in the back and constantly looks like he walked out of a fashion shoot. He's probably WAY more laid back than Mr. Intensity over here.

Not that Kenz can really talk. No one wanted to partner up with her, either. Something about being too easily distracted, too lazy, too busy texting her boyfriend to take actual notes in class. Whatevs. Maybe some of that has a tiny shred of truth to it. She's only looked at her phone TWICE since meeting up with kylo! Both times were, of course, to text her boyfriend, BUT STILL!]

I beg to differ. The foundation of modern cinema rests solely upon the shoulders of a very artsy, deep, heartfelt story about the true meaning of Christmas. [Waaaait for it.] Die Hard.

[volitaunt]

[ Poe is running errands. Running errands, minding his own business, chatting away to BB-8 as the droid rolls along at his heels. He's got a bounce in his step and and a plan for the day, which is more than he usually has.

Of course, he's heard about the drones going haywire. He's considered grabbing one and seeing if he can't figure out where it's gone wrong, but he can't decide if it will be more or less complicated than analyzing a droid. Probably less, but how much less is where it gets tricky. The shuttle at least has some technology comparable to the stuff Poe knows from home. A robot here might be unrecognizable.

At least they're not big enough to carry off BB-8--

His instincts tell him something is dropping from above and he tries to duck, but the whatever-it-is still clocks him hard enough on the side of the head to see stars. It's heavy. BB-8 whistles in alarm as the offending object clatters to the ground, and it takes Poe's vision a second to clear enough for him to get a good look at what it is.

A lightsaber. He's looking at a lightsaber. He picks it up gingerly, turning it over in his hands, stomach sinking as he sees the flanges on the sides of the lightsaber's body, the kind of adjustment a person would make to achieve a very specific effect. His heart is pounding. He looks up, eyes sharp, scanning the crowd, thinking two things:

Please, don't let him be here.

I have to find Finn and Rey. ]

[killthepast]

[ He hasn't been on this backwater moon for terribly long. Just enough to get his bearings, to find himself situated in unpalatable living situation, and to get his... initial bursts of rage out of his system.

Tall as he is, and dressed all in black, he still cuts a striking figure-- but without the mask and robes, he looks like a normal enough man. It's simple enough to blend in like any other person in the quarantine.

Here, after all, he's nobody special. Most aren't from his galaxy; they wouldn't know the name Kylo Ren. And the ones who do--

Wow, way to ruin his internal monologue with your sudden, familiar spike of fear, Poe Dameron!!

Anyway, it doesn't take Ren long to find him. And when he does, he's not accompanied by any stormtroopers. There's no First Order here besides Ren, who pushes his way through the crowd and stops in front of Poe and that little BB unit that had given the First Order so much trouble.

He looks down at the familiar lightsaber in the pilot's hands, a spark of rage growing hot within him...

And keeps his voice fairly mild. ]

You have something of mine. [ Like it's just a curious observation. ]

[volitaunt]

[ Do you feel the surge of NOPE, Lyle. My phone autocorrected that and I’m leaving it.

Poe, in reply, drops the lightsaber and goes for his blaster. ]

[killthepast]

[ LYLE???!! HOW DARE YOU, AUTOCORRECT--

Anyway, he's just going to like, do that cheaty thing with the Force where he holds up a hand and freezes Poe in place.

So he can leisurely swoop down with his too-long body and snatch his lightsaber up from the ground. ]

Drawing a blaster in public. That's not a good look for you. [ He leans in closer. ] Imagine if you missed and hit a civilian.

[ You know. "MISSED." BECAUSE OF THE FORCE. EH? EH??? ]

[volitaunt]

[ What's that Kyle? He can't here you over the way he's now mentally blasting the galactic equivalent of WHAT'S NEW PUSSYCAT.

Poe tries to fight Ren's control. Of course he does. He can't help himself. He tries with everything he's got to move, but all that does is make his muscles scream. He can breath, barely, with a feeling like there's a weight on his chest. But he can't even get his fingers to twitch on the trigger.

He stops trying after Ren leans in.

There's a hot mix of fear, anger, hate, roiling through him, but he keeps himself expressionless. ]

Man, never thought I'd say this, but you should have kept the mask on. You definitely look better as a filter grille.

[ That's about when BB-8 unleashes his taser on Kylo Ren's ankles. ]

[killthepast]

[ Yesssss, let the hate flow-- oh wait you're not Force sensitive, so Kylo doesn't care what you do with your hate, Poe.

And he's about to respond to that heroic snark when suddenly there's a droid trying to fry his boot. The pain of the shock's enough to grab his attention, and that spark of rage is a full-blown wildfire in an instant.

At least, when Ren sends the droid careening into the closest wall-- startling passers by into scattering-- he drops his Force hold on the pilot. Which surely won't go badly for him. ]

[volitaunt]

Bee!

[ As soon as Poe feels his muscles unlock, he's pulling the trigger, getting a bolt off at Ren's feet before he whips the weapon up to fire a second across Ren's hand, blasting the lightsaber to the ground. He kicks out with one foot, knocking the weapon away into the street and hoping, hoping, that buys him enough time to get clear before this fluffy-haired weenie tries to stab him through the chest. ]

Get out of here, BB-8, go now!

SOME TFLN SHIT

[killthepast]

1. moral of the story: I'm going to stab everyone

2. Anyway, my grandfather thinks you're attractive

3. If I wasn't planning on spend the rest of my life with you I wouldn't send you so many nudes, so fucking appreciate it

4. Do you find Darth Vader masks attractive?

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[onteamdyson]

how is that different from any other moral of any other story you've EVER told me?

[killthepast]

You make me sound like a maniac.

[onteamdyson]

no! no way! not a maniac!

more like... ivory-skinned hulk. or the human embodiment of the angry birds game. if you were patron saint of something it would probably be road rage.

just rage in general

[killthepast]

Just because I threw my ipad across the room ONE TIME it doesn't mean i have a rage problem

IT WOULDN'T STOP LOCKING UP ON THE UPDATES

[onteamdyson]

ok wait. wait. you threw THAT one across teh room one time bcuz after you threw it it smashed into a billion pieces

p sure you threw like. two others before that. your dad is so freakin cool that he keeps getting you ipads as a substitute for being present in your childhood

[killthepast]

[ screams

Your worship of his father is your worst quality, Kenzi. ]

Yes he's so generous, sending me ipads that were probably stolen in the first place.

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[hypothermic]

And how long are you planning on staying alive, exactly?

I want to know the kind of deal I'm getting.

[killthepast]

Longer than you.

[ You've got the head start, after all, Len.

ZING. ]

[hypothermic]

Says the 29 y/o with stress-related hypertension.

Besides, we both know if I die first I'm taking you with me.

I'm romantic like that.

[killthepast]

That's quite possibly the sweetest thing you've ever said to me.

And you know I wouldn't go without a fight.

[ This is Kylo Ren for flirting. ]