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[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.

[ 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?

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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.

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.

Edited (WORD CHOICES) 2017-12-05 21:57 (UTC)

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.

[ 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. ]

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[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.

[ Meanwhile, over at another table: ]

WE'RE NOT WRITING ABOUT FUCKING SHREK.

[ And speaking of texting the boyfriend: ]

oh oh oh!
i've got it!
you should compare the different adaptations of alice in wonderland
:)

babe no...

:(?????

Die Hard? Die Hard? [ Why is this movie bringing up a simmering rage from within?

Why, it's because he has a long history with Die Hard. It's his father's favorite movie. Every Christmas, dad-- Han-- would put it on while they opened presents.

He hates Die Hard. ]

I won't let you cost me my 4.0 with Die Hard.

Woah. Dude. Settle. [She is... definitely getting that vibe. How is it even possible that someone could hate Die Hard? The sequels, yeah, okay, fair, but the original?

Kenzi leans back in her chair, hands up defensively. If looks could kill, she'd be vaporized by now!]

Wait-- Do you seriously have a 4.0? [Legit Nerd. Like, nerd that means business. Wow. Now she knows who to go to for study tips!

... If he doesn't murder her during this project.]

Why not? It's seasonal! It's appropriate! I mean, normally I'd vote Mighty Ducks which is just-- cinematically speaking-- the greatest movie ever made.

I JUST

DONT THINK WE COULD DO IT JUSTICE IN THE LIMITED TIME WE HAVE!? thats more of a finals topic. dissertation material. <3

[ NICE. SAVE. ]

oh of course :)
there've been so many adaptations, after all

[ Which Kenzi's surely aware of. HE HAS PROBABLY INFLICTED ALL OF THEM ON HER AFTER THEY GOT BLAAAAAZED. ]

[ 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. ]

omg right? like.... at least 100. possibly 1000. pls tell me they arent making anymore.

because i wouldnt want to miss out. on that. experience.

[SHE IS ALL ABOUT THE NICE SAVES TODAY! To be fair, high is the only way to watch those movies.]

ps my partner is a total nightmare control freak intense person and id rather be making out with yo face!!!!

[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

[ 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??? ]

[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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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!

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[ u wish ur hair was as fluffy as his.

Anyway, this would teach Ren not to lose his shit over small potatoes like this droid, but, no, it's Kylo Ren, he won't learn a damn thing. He takes a startled jump back to dodge the bolt at his feet, but his hand is grazed by the second shot, the lightsaber clattering back to the ground.

With a growl, he uses Poe's moment of heroism (wasted on that droid) as an opportunity to kick out the other man's knee, then pull the lightsaber back into his outstretched hand. It hurts, burned as his hand is, but the pain is good. It gives strength to his anger, it in turn feeding the Dark Side.

He could cut the pilot down right now. He should do it. the only thing that stops him is the knowledge that he has no real advantages on this moon, not yet. Killing a man in public doesn't serve his best interests when he holds no position of prestige or authority.

But that doesn't mean he won't reach out to grab the other man and yank him close, pressing the hilt of his weapon against him.

There's a hint of something feral in his voice, a testament to the violent impulses he's swallowing back. ]

Think carefully about what you'll do next.

Edited (I cANT BROWSE ICONS SO IM HITTING RANDOM TIL IM SATISFIED) 2017-12-07 06:02 (UTC)

Go ahead.

[ Poe has the muzzle of his blaster shoved up against Ren's stomach. His heart's still running a billion miles a parsec, but there's something in this particular moment that's a lot more like doing a barrel roll away from cannon fire than waiting to be broken. ] I'll live long enough to blast a hole through your intestines, and hey, even if I can't manage that, everyone watching us right now will know exactly what you are.

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