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REDCONFLICT.

KYLO was already wavering against her presence. She just stood there and called out the name he so wanted to forget and it was enough to put him to his knees. Still, stubborn like his parents, he fought against it– not just her, but the pull she created just by being around him. Rogue was dangerous like that. He thought he’d close off his heart but somehow, this woman found the chink in his armor and found the vulnerabilities he worked so hard to hide from the galaxy. BUT he made his choice. He sided with power. And now he had to defend that choice from the person that he had managed to build a rapport with; the only person that actively strove to understand him beneath the mask.

CONFLICTED, he hesitated.

“No. No it won’t,” he answered, gripping his lightsaber with clenched fists. Why did it have to be her? Had it been anyone else, he would have cut them down without remorse. “Not for you–” His crimson blade ignited forth, crackling and painting his robes with an ominous red glare. “Nor for me. Turn around. Walk away. We don’t have to do this.”

SILENTLY SHE WEIGHED HER OPTIONS; head to head in a fight without her powers at their best would get her hurt real bad. she didn’t want to fight him--- this wasn’t what he wanted, she could hear it in his voice. every word was like lead on his tongue and she could tell, she’d been inside his head. right now, she wasn’t talking to a supreme leader bent on reigning over the galaxy and everyone in it, no--- at this moment, he was just that kid she’d seen over and over again in his memories, torn both ways, running from every mistake he’s made, every hell he’s designed.

now, she wanted him to have something or someone to run to.

words mightn’t do much, but they were all she had right now. knotting her brow, rogue simply renewed her smile.

“ yer right--- we don’t. ” and she stepped forward, approaching him slowly. her advance was careful, measured, like every step could be her last, “ ah ain’t goin’ anywhere. ”

the whir and spit of his lightsaber filled her ears as she drew closer, yet she didn’t take her eyes off his, not even for a second. he could kill her, she knew that, and it wouldn’t be the first time she’s taken a bullet for a friend, so to speak... but she’d be damned if she didn’t try. and when the avenger finally stopped, a stride shy of the other... she simply offered him a hand.

“ ... ah won’t leave you. ” her gaze spoke a thousand words, and every single one of them straight from the heart.

come home, they said.

#redconflict #[ Ⅹ ] REDCONFLICT : 005.#[ LOG: SECURITY BREACH PART I. ]

make your own HERE!

#[ Ⅹ ] ; PHOTOS.

WITH THOSE EVENT NOTES IN PLACE (you can find them here), i’m putting out another ad for security breach: part II!

like this for a small starter! capping at two.

NOTE: that said, i am also happy for any part I interactions i currently have transitioning into part II!

#isola rp ad

SECURITY BREACH: PART II --- INFORMATION.

rogue has regained her super strength, flight, and power/memory absorption to its full extent--- this will also mean she has the ability to take multiple powers at once without sacrificing another. she will mostly be utilising her super strength and flight throughout this section of the event.

her general enemies will manifest as SENTINELS--- machines that are programmed to locate mutants and capture or kill them. though several types of sentinels have been introduced, the typical sentinel is three stories tall, is capable of flight, projects energy blasts, and can detect mutants.

she will be resuming her rescue efforts from part one and seeking out any injured or non-combatants... while occasionally throwing a few empty buses around to take out some enemies, nbd.

#[ LOG: SECURITY BREACH PART II. ]

THESE GUYS WERE TRYING HER PATIENCE; she had a mind to bop them one--- with an entire bus.

“ ah ain’t in th’damn mood---! ” and she hurled it toward the monsters, effectively wiping them from the vicinity. that should send them running for the hills and if it didn’t--- well, she had no shortage of empty vehicles lying around.

#isola mini #[ LOG: SECURITY BREACH PART II. ]#me angy

redconflict

choices

@perfidess

TEMPTATION. The bane of all those vulnerable to it. Promises whispered to give those lost to their own vulnerability a flicker of hope; a semblance of direction to their directionless existence. Unable to decide for himself, Kylo Ren submitted himself to it, plunging himself further into the dark side as he gave in to the temptation of power offered by this strange being now asserting its will over the island.

BUT there were consequences to such indulgence. And it came in the form of a young woman, hellbent on changing his stubborn reliance on the power of the dark side. Rogue knew him like no one else. Not since the scavenger. Their relationship was one built on newfound trust; an intimate understanding of why he is the way he is and how she had tried to accept him despite his hands stained in blood. SO seeing her stand opposite of him now during this chaos… struck fear in his heart. The same way he felt when Han Solo stood before him. “You know I can’t let you pass,” he warned, his reforged mask obscuring the uncertainty of his features.

perfidess

---AND THOSE CONSEQUENCES HAD COME CALLING. despite their disagreements and frequent moral clashes, this was the first time they'd truly found themselves on opposite sides of the board. she might have known he'd be tempted by the promise of power--- it was written on his soul, a story she could safely say she's read cover to cover. those memories like shards of glass glimmered in her mind; fractured and in pieces, but clear as day, like she'd lived every one. she knew him... and she knew why.

her brow knotted--- this wasn't the first time she's had to fight a friend, and sure as heck won't be the last.

“ friend ”---

the word has always felt like lead on the tongue, like a stranger she thought she knew once. it had felt like a long time since she called anyone that, especially outright. her thoughts turned to the avengers--- to wade, to johnny, to janet... she'd left them all behind. her heart was hurting for everything she'd lost to be here, and she wanted so desperately to hold on to what she had left.

that came in the form of a lone man, wearing his sins like a desperate mask to hide the truth of him beneath it, cloaked in old wounds and shadow. she knew he was hurting, and though her clenched fists beckoned her to action like always... rogue relaxed her hands, slowly unfurling her fingers.

“ ... ben. ” and she smiled kindly at him, without rage nor malice, only understanding, “ ... you know it ain't gonna be that easy, sugah. ”

she’d fight him if she had to--- but maybe she wouldn’t have to.

#redconflict #[ Ⅹ ] REDCONFLICT : 005.#[ LOG: SECURITY BREACH PART I. ]#thanks i hate it!

[ @crestblight ]

“ ---BYLETH, RIGHT? ” she addressed her company without reservation, eyes fixated upon the measured gathering of shades just beyond the corner, behind which they were hidden. those things were crowding at a weak spot at the end of the street, and she ventured a peek to get a read on their numbers--- maybe three or four, but there’s bound to be more if she ticked them off a little.

if she could get her hands on just one, she might be able to do enough damage and pull a few innocents from the fire. the wires could wait, people were hurt, and looked like they could use some serious help scraping themselves off the sidewalk. steeling her resolve, rogue retreated back behind the wall, and turned to the other.

“ mind lendin’ me a hand? ”

#crestblight #[ Ⅹ ] CRESTBLIGHT : 001.#[ LOG: SECURITY BREACH PART I. ]#hey #you come here often

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#[ FILED: ISOLA. ]

REDCONFLICT.

KYLO prepared for the worst. For rejection, for anger to take her place before she could even try to understand why he did what he did. That was how it always turned out. Nothing could ever excuse his murder of Han Solo, even if it was for severing his connection to him; to his father’s love. Yet that act had done nothing but broken him further, a nail in the coffin that would gradually close upon him, the gravity of his sin heavier than anything in the known galaxy. IT would have been his reckoning and if it came in the form of the mutant woman he gradually saw as a genuine companion… then so be it. He would take that punishment head on and finally accept the truth that he is nothing more than a monster begging to be put down.

BUT nothing came at him. She didn’t lash at him for his transgression nor did she attack him with words of spite and loathing at what he had done. Instead, she offered a hand. Something that genuinely caught him off guard. SHE offered to try and understand.

KYLO is rendered speechless, thrown off balance by her willingness to see into his mind. Yes, he understood why her glove was liberated from her hand. That was her power, he remembered. The fallen Jedi deliberated for a time, but slowly he too, began to remove the dark glove off of his hand, opening a vulnerable palm to the mutant. “…Your funeral,” he warned. His mind is not the safest place. But better there than his heart.

THERE IT WAS AGAIN, that storm in his eyes; it toiled and it thundered, it howled and it hailed--- he was in turmoil, and it didn't take much to figure that out anymore. maybe he wasn't expecting her to answer the way she did, maybe all he wanted was her contempt... maybe it was just easier that way. he had spent all this time cultivating the fear and hatred of others, but who had stirred that fire? who had struck that match and watched him burn? she wanted to know... but above all, she wanted to understand.

to her surprise he conceded, and upon his proffered hand, she hesitated. finally tipping her head forward, rogue closed her eyes... and lowered her palm to rest atop his. she barely had the time to notice how rough his skin felt against her own, before the memories rushed through her head, like a patchwork of thoughts intertwining with her own quilted past.

there was a fire, corpses burning--- betrayal--- hurt--- no, i never... i didn't want this.

BEN, NO...! the walls crumbled around them both. a hand outstretched, yet spurned--- ... please.

... let the past die...

a girl; she reviled him, looked on him like he were a monster... then as she would a friend.

the crystal burst in his grasp, bleeding through his fingers---

... kill it, if you have to.

---i'm a murderer, remember? you're just a child, in a mask.

... thank you. he murmured in wracked tones, while he extinguished his saber and watched his father fall---

... ben. a mother's fond whisper, an affection she'd never known. Ben! a different voice, urgent.

i hate that name. i have no choice and never did.

BEN!

a father pleading for his son.

he was splitting apart...!

#redconflict #[ Ⅹ ] REDCONFLICT : 004.#LONG POST #death tw #we made it fellas

EVENT STARTER CALL!

DESPITE HER RESERVATIONS about the circumstances what with being dragged into isola against her will and all, rogue will still be siding with the stars, and primarily assisting in rescue efforts across all the wards. she will help with severing the wires where and when she’s able but it’s otherwise not her main focus, with the safety of others being her top priority.

she currently retains her power/memory absorption at a limited capacity. she’ll be using it sparingly, but she will attempt to take the powers of those causing havoc to the wards. if this is something you’d like to discuss in better detail tho, my inbox and ims are open to plotting.

otherwise, i’m putting out a general event rp ad; like this post for a starter, capping at two!

#isola rp ad

REDCONFLICT.

KYLO hesitated to even tell her that confession, for fear of rejection, an act that seemed to happen to him a lot in recent memory. But when she told him that she knew, deep down, that he had already killed people before, a twisted form of relief washed over him. He had grown so used to her company that he actually dreaded telling her the truth of his darkened nature. BUT that was not the worst of his past transgressions. Not by a long shot.

“This place has had an effect on me,” he started, still keeping his gaze away from her, fingers idly gripping his helmet. “All I ever cared about was power– becoming something I thought I was destined for because of my bloodline. At least, I thought that was all there is to it.” BUT his decisions to become Kylo Ren weren’t his own. Influenced perhaps, yes, but ultimately he was just another tool for the galaxy’s most hateful being, pushed to becoming a vessel of the dark side. Even with all that power and resentment for his parents and his uncle… somewhere deep down, Ben Solo still struggled to stay afloat. “…I’ve killed so many.” Kylo’s voice started to crack. His chest felt heavy with remorse for the first time in what seemed like ages. The cloud of the dark side no longer hung over him to hide the guilt he’d been feeling for so long. He dropped his helmet, a metallic thud accompanying it. Slowly, he reached for his lightsaber, his lip quivering at the nightmare he’d inflicted upon himself. “I killed my own father so I could become… this. I thought I could cut off what love was left for me for strength and yet… my dead master was right. Split me down to the bone, weaker than I ever could imagine myself being. His memory has haunted me since.”

WHAT CHANGED HIS MIND? what broke the proverbial dam? why now did these truths come flowing freely like a tide crashing ashore in a storm? “ this place ”, he’d said--- it’d messed with him, changed something in him, brought to light everything he sought to keep buried beneath that layer of rage and resentment she’d come to know so well. it was all just a mask, like that helmet he hid behind to escape the ghosts. they’d seen him now; he was exposed, like a nerve, and they gathered at his open wounds like an infection.

i killed my own father.

her heart lurched against her chest, his words ringing in her head. why, she wanted to ask, but he was quick to answer before she had the chance to say a thing. this is what he carried with him every day, why every glimpse of emotion seemed harrowed by a nameless something.

---now she knew why.

stunned into silence, her eyes never left him, taken aback by his confessions. her lips parted, like she wanted to say something--- but there was nothing. what do you say to that? she wanted to tell him it’ll be alright, that she can try to understand... but she couldn’t.

... but maybe there was a way she could.

rogue lowered her gaze as she turned to him then, peeling her glove from a hand. moving to stand before him, she then raised that hand toward his cheek... but she didn’t touch him, only hovering her fingertips shy his skin as she met his eyes somberly, brow low.

“ ... ah want t’understand. ” she murmured gently, “ ... but only if you’ll let me. ”

#redconflict #[ Ⅹ ] REDCONFLICT : 004.#i have no mouth and i must Scream

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Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

#[ MEME FRIDAY. ]

REDCONFLICT.

GLOVED fingers ran across the cracked dome of his helmet, tracing the burning scarlet cracks where it was forged back together. Kylo looked at it with heavy contemplation, wondering just what he meant to do with this after Palpatine promised him power? Become a symbol of fear for the galaxy, like his grandfather did before him? Kylo Ren would have liked that. LET the past die. Kill it if you have to. That was once his mantra. But was it truly, or were they words put into his head like a hypnotizing spell after Snoke and Palpatine corrupted the impressionable young boy and fledgling Jedi, Ben Solo? No, he thought to himself. His actions and misdeeds; all of those murders and atrocities were on his hands.

“A lot would be an understatement,” he answers, prying his eyes off of his helmet and out into the distance. “Once I thought I knew what I needed to do, that my path had already been laid out. Now it’s just… a burden. A crossroads I suddenly find myself in. I’ve killed people, you know that, right?”

THE THINGS HE'D LONG BURIED and left behind were bubbling to the surface, drawing new breath, and she had just fed that budding fire. he couldn’t stem the tide of memories now flowing free, like the life from an open wound, weeping every terrible thing he’s ever done--- she could see it in his eyes, as they told wordless stories before he had even opened his mouth. when he did however, she listened with a growing concern reflecting in her gaze, in a knotted brow, before he finally confirmed what she knew all along... that didn’t make it any easier to hear.

rogue looked away then, holding herself. when did it get so cold? how do you answer to something like that? she’d never had this kind of trouble before. she'd known her fair share of killers--- heck, wade had plenty of blood on his hands, but she welcomed him into her heart all the same. this was... different somehow. she wasn’t about to discount the lives lost at his hands, but it was an elephant in the room they needed to address.

and it was about time.

“ ... ah know. ” and he was wrong, but on the off chance he knows that, she continued, albeit sternly, “ ... whatever you've done... that ain’t mine t’forgive, nor is it mine t’justify. if it’s vindication yer wantin’, that ain’t what i'm offerin’. ”

but---

“ ---but ah also know there’s more to it than that. ” what she did have was an ear, and she was ready to listen, “ ... so what changed? ”

#redconflict #[ Ⅹ ] REDCONFLICT : 004.#you: brings in some angst #me: HOLD MY BEER

REDCONFLICT.

ONCE upon a time, he may have tried to hide himself from her presence. Turn hostile, even. But that part of him had slowly ebbed away and though still plainly with the dark side, without his dead master’s influence and the voices in his head that whispered promises of power silent, Kylo’s long buried subconscious– his former identity as Ben Solo, slowly but surely made himself known. It helped that this woman saw right through him even without the Force. LEIA would have liked her.

“That’s up to you,” he said simply. No sarcastic retort, no snark. Just the truth as he held in his hands his reforged helmet, his eyes downcast as he peered into the void of his helmet’s eye-slit. Though, he had actively stopped trying to keep her away at this point anyway. “…I’d forgotten what it was like to have a normal conversation with someone.”

HE’S DEFINITELY DIALED BACK ON THE ATTITUDE SOME--- not like she couldn’t handle a little sass and a temper tantrum every now and again. but this wasn’t like all those other times, where he tried so desperately to veil whatever lurked beneath the anger and bid for control, whatever was hiding in those shadows haunting him everywhere he went. he’d finally granted her a peek beyond the curtain, allowed himself some kind of reprieve. for the first time in a long time, he was truly vulnerable.

and maybe, just maybe, if she reached out her hand in offer... he’d take it this time.

“ ... coulda fooled me. ” rogue quipped gently, before following his eyes to his helmet.

there was nothing there; nothing reflecting in that oblivion with which he masked himself--- only he wasn’t hiding behind it anymore. so why now...?

“ ... ah don’t needa be a telepath t'be able t’tell you got a lot on yer mind. ” her voice drifted kindly into the silence between them, pruned of its usual thorns, while she again searched his expression, “ ... so talk t’me. ”

#redconflict #[ Ⅹ ] REDCONFLICT : 004.#time for a heart to heart nasty crime boi

UNLUCKYFEET.

✶ ❝ Yes and unfortunately, I am not too surprised. ❞

“ IT’S A PAIN IN THE ASS, but y’get used to it, i guess. ” unfortunately is right.

#unluckyfeet #[ Ⅹ ] UNLUCKYFEET : 003.#i am Not vibing with this

redconflict

@perfidess

KYLO always seemed to find himself in her company. Once he thought her a nuisance; a stubborn woman who wouldn’t lend her powers to him despite his promises of something much greater. Like that fool of a scavenger. But now? NOW, he didn’t seem to mind her company at all anymore. In fact… it was rather welcome. After all, she was the only person on this island that actually acknowledged him for who he was underneath all of his villainy and darkness. Hell if he would ever admit that, however. He would rather die than tell her that.

“We keep meeting like this,” he pointed out, in a matter-of-fact manner. “You ever tire of it?”

perfidess

FOR A GUY THAT KEPT TO HIMSELF ALL THE DAMN TIME, he was pretty easy to find--- or maybe she had just gotten good at searching him out. that kind of darkness left footprints, and she knew how to follow them. she had run into him more than enough to learn, that’s for sure. so, stepping up beside him without so much as a hint of reservation, rogue met his gaze. there was no falter in the way she looked at him anymore, the way she stood by him, her arm scarcely grazing his, and yet, her words were steeled like always.

“ ... should i? ”

... maybe i kinda like havin’ you around.

#redconflict #[ Ⅹ ] REDCONFLICT : 004.#awh u do like me :^)

unluckyfeet

✶ ❝ I can never have a moment of reprise, it seems. ❞

perfidess

“ YOU TOO, huh? ”

#unluckyfeet #[ Ⅹ ] UNLUCKYFEET : 003.#oh mood

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