#cinderedgrief

[nulluse]

@cinderedgrief

Ordo had passed along the news, slipped into the chat, and there's been no grieving, no celebrating, just a quiet sort of relief to it. Duchess Dar'Manda dead. Meant there was one less party spewing the hated "New Mandalorian" line - meant there was probably one more successful Kyr'tsad member out there.

Kal'buir had clearly been thinking about it for longer than those couple of moments Jaing and his brothers gave it. Then again- he's the one who actually lived on Mandalore.

They're just exiled sons, fighting in the damn Republic war.

Someone's taking out Kyr'tsad with a vengeance, Ordo passes along, like the good leader he is. Power vacuum's no good, and Kal'buir's going grey. General Zey's listening to him. That means the official channels are starting to notice, if Kal's talked about it to the Director of Special Forces.

It's Jaing, A'den and some of Vau's Commandos who end up the closest. Hunkering down on a warehouse roof, listening to someone cut their bloody way through a Kry'stad base. No visuals yet, but the audio he's hacked into is giving them plenty.

Jaing gives a low wolf whistle.

"I'll buy them a beer after this. Didn't know Kry'stad could scream like that."

[mvndrvke]

@cinderedgrief gets a starter!

Satine knows it's him. Something in her just knows, even if she's certain plenty would think her mad for facing someone wearing Death Watch armor. But Satine knows. They've been through too much for her not to know, she'd nearly died because of how close they still were, even after all this time.

It's the only reason her beskad freezes before she can stab the person before her in a Death Watch uniform. They'd both been after the same quarry, certainly-- some of Maul's fanatics-- but a Death Watch soldier being an enemy to Maul certainly doesn't make them a friend to her. One tyrant replacing another kind of tyrant is probably what they think of her-- why would she show one of them that Satine Kryze still lives?

Satine turns her kal in her hand-- adorned with the symbol of House Vizsla, the only thing she has left of Korkie's father-- and pulls her helmet off to show her face. She stares at the unfeeling mask in front of her, the other's expression hidden but one she hopes shows familiarity and relief.

"Ben?"

[temperedfaith]

What is one thing about your muse that you considered but ultimately didn't incorporate into their portrayal?

100 Character Questions

The concept of Nythra was originally very different. They were still an isolated world but they were not of any Sith-origin. They were actually very knowledgeable of their kyber resources and were intentionally isolated and actually had "scouts" who would ensure their world remained hidden by being sent out to perform espionage, remove data, and discreetly keep Nythra off the radar. Casimir was still half-destined to be a priest, but it was more the expectations of his family and community. When his mother died of sickness, he instead "ran away" to join the scouts in hopes of reconnecting with his father who had disappeared when he was a boy to do the same. One of the operations abroad ended up going wrong, leading to Casimir's arrest and therefore being pressed upon by Nythra to make up for his mistakes of exposing Nythra and defend them as a Senator to continue hiding their kyber and Force-sensitivity majority. In this, he was actually a spy/murderer turned politician who actually fully abandoned his faith. This isn't necessarily a specific thing I didn't include, but it's a big explanation of what he once was and where he's come today.

[degobahsage]

starter w/ @cinderedgrief

THE FORCE REMEMBERS. it remembers every life that has brushed against its endless currents; every joy, every sorrow, every fleeting spark born into existence before returning at last to the great cosmic sea.

some echoes faded with time. others lingered. for years, one such echo had haunted the once great jedi. familiar as the warmth of a long extinguished hearth, familiar as an old scar aching beneath gathering stormclouds.

many years had passed since last their paths had crossed. the galaxy itself had grown older in that time. planets had burned. countless souls had returned to the force. the empire had risen from graves long thought buried. & still the memory of that terrible night lingered. the republic breathing its final breath. crimson lights painting the temple walls in sorrow. brother turning upon brother. hope buried beneath mountains of ash. the stars themselves seeming dimmer for it.

still the wound remained & lately, deeper it had become. not darkness. DARKNESS, the grand sage knew well. he had felt it coil about sidious like poison smoke. had watched it consume skywalker until little remained but SHADOW & FIRE

this was something different. not darkness. darkness hungered, darkness consumed. this merely endured. so he followed the trail, through forgotten corners of the galaxy where stars burned dim & hope dimmer still.

for a long moment the ancient master simply watched. amber hues watched embers dance across familiar features. watched smoke coil about familiar shoulders. watched the force gather around him not as light nor darkness, but as something caught sorrowfully between.

then understanding came. quiet as falling snow. not dead, perhaps something worse. LOST ❝ difficult to find, you have become... obi wan ❞ the name lingered between them like a ghost, a relic of another age. his gaze drifted across the dead before returning once more to the lone figure amongst them ❝ hoped i had... that healing, you were ❞ the flames crackled softly in the silence that followed ❝ wrong, perhaps... i was ❞

[nulluse]

@cinderedgrief combo on the "psycho Jaing starter" and continuing from here

Jaing is officially on the unofficial rest and recovery list. The jetiise healers were deeply concerned about the "marks of dark energy" that "lingered on the fringes of his psyche" and how it may "effect his subminal thinking". Apparently, General Kenobi had done a whole Force bullshit thing that Jaing didn't remember.

It may have something to do with why he had nightmares of Satine Kryze every so often now.

They talk about a stay in the Temple- fuck no. He hacks his file, put in notes about going to the Corellian Temple for a spa recovery, tells Kal'buir and is off Triple Zero within the day. The Jetiise are all in a tizzy about the confirmation of Kenobi's survival and fall, they won't notice if he never shows up for that.

He goes to Kyrimorut- Fi's there, so it does properly feel like a rest and recovery station these days- enjoys the lake and the quiet for all of five hours before he's itching.

Keldabe, hoping the big city has things the small town doesn't. Then hopping planets, chasing rumours, chasing whatever he can find that potentially gives him something of entertainment. Until he's on Concord Dawn, and hears tell of a crew of mercenaries who'd picked up work for the Separatists, and killed a jetii.

He'd buy them a drink except- hanging on the guy's belt. A braid. Like a trophy of old. Short, two beads-

Jaing doesn't remember leaving the bar and finding their ship, doesn't remember rigging the cockpit door with wire, doesn't remember the blaster in his hand-

The first of the crew dies bleeding, garrote wire neatly severing her leg when she walks through the cockpit door. Jaing shots the next two from the fresher, blaster blots burning holes through their necks. Jaing pins the Captain down to the table, handcuffs him with his arms spread out to either side, and doesn't do anything to hurt him.

"Now." Jaing sits down across from him. Holds the braid up, so the little beads catch the light. Rubs his fingers over the strands. "You're going to tell me where you got this."

"Or- or what. You'll kill me?"

He laughs. There's genuine amusement in it. "Oh, see, you get it. I state a fact, you state a fact. You're going to tell me where you got this. And then I'm going to kill you."

"Fuck you clone scum!"

"ohhhh. And here I thought you were going to be smart."

And Jaing, delighted, begins to settle into what's promising to be an excellent rest and recovery spell.

[nulluse]

What's one thing you're interested in that most people who know you might not know?

Ohhh okay so like- the ‘tism does ‘tism quite loudly, and I feel like I talk about my special interests a lot to people IRL. But online spaces are more… segregated… than that? Like I post about cosplay on Instagram, and Star Wars on Tumblr, and Polar Exploration on discord; so like, you can know me on one platform, and miss that interest entirely

I guess the interest I talk the least about anywhere, online or IRL, is pin collecting. I’ve got a really great disney pin collection, I enjoy trading at events, but I don’t have any friends who are into it so I don’t really talk about it

[nulluse]

@cinderedgrief Send "happy drugs" for a starter where my muse is high on painkillers.

Where Jaing in a nightmare was all rigid, picture perfect soldier, this now- the Jaing of now, with third degree burns across his back, with whip marks, with pain lancing through every breath that he takes- This Jaing is too loose. Dropped out on the thin hospital mattress, limbs all starfished out, fingers curling into the sheets.

Hid body very much does not want to roll over- let alone have the capacity to do it at the moment. That requires too much muscle. All he manages is a bit of a wiggle, and a turning of his head.

It gets his cotton-ball stuffed mouth free at least. Well, not literally, just dry and woozy enough that it might as well be stuffed with cotton balls. He blinks, at the figure standing in the doorway.

Blinks again.

Sighs, and lets his head fall the great distance of two centimeters down to the mattress once more.

"Come to finish the job," he asks. Comes out more, "cmma ta f-ish ta ob?"

[temperedfaith]

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send ‘♡’ for a pointless fact about the mun.

.//i went through a drastic career change. if i hadn't changed to doing administrative work for (primarily) humanitarian aid, i would be the proud manager or regional manager of one of the bougiest donut shops in all of new england. surprisingly would've been good money