#thirdsght

[twilekd]

@thirdsght > “A man with no enemies is a man with no character.”

"wise words from you, rivk," she replies as she wipes her hands on her apron, "now will you finally try the dish I prepared for you?"

[acharnemcnt]

@thirdsght is typing...

[✉ Row's bf ] Why are you trending on Twitter?

[ ✉ ]: Was it the avant garde piece I wore in the latest photoshoot? [ ✉ ]: Or the paparazzi shot of me giving Enric Pryde the finger? [ ✉ ]: Please don't tell me it was that meme of me wearing Versace at my husband's funeral. That's ancient.

[cruoren]

whatever had once lived here no longer did, or it never had. the remnants of a sith temple loom betwixt fog and smoke, old and forlorn. as two sets of boots stalk closer beneath the shade of the decaying branches of dry trees that curved like teeth, it is as though stepping into the jaws of something ancient. this voyage had been intended as a solitary one, as most of his journeys are, yet he could not deny the camaraderie of @thirdsght. they shared an understanding about power, about the dark that he did not always see mirrored with the others. ❝ such power seems wasted on ideology, ❞ kylo notes, gloved hand tracing over the runes of ur-kittât etched into the slanting dual pillars which had once proudly held up a grand entrance. their time had passed. ruins and relics, all religions turn to dust. ren thinks this and as he does, his mind conjures the image of that creature, their master, which had once seemed to him as infallible as any deity. that belief had been like chains, and now it all lay broken. the revelation of liberty is as freeing as it is haunting. ❝ to achieve control over the natural and bend it to one's will yet still bow before a code... ( something like a scoff, gnarled amusement, gaze shifting toward rivk, ) i'd say we've bettered the instruction. ❞

starter call.

[quietresistance]

                      a feigned sense of serenity laid thickly in the space, broken by the incessant thrum felt more in the bones than in the ear.   rather than soothing her nerves, it only heightened the prickling across her skin.   despite her burgeoning unease, the journalist endeavored to display her habitual confidence, lips posed in a virtual smile for the ubiquitous cams.   what to predict, she hardly knew, intangible dread climbing her throat.   this could all go so wrong, but the opportunity set aside her fears.   the near inaudible metallic whir of a door opening sent her rising to her feet, pivoting on her heel to face… the imposing figure half filling the space.   a knight of ren.   her tone dripped dry, on the edge of wry.     ❝  ah, i hope you’re here because my credentials checked out.  ❞ ╲ @thirdsght

[inarretable]

Desecration lay before them, crumbling remains of a once fertile land, rendered barren by the parasitic pull of the rapacious void —a hunger that does not sleep. Karitza can feel it in the air, in her bones, the perpetual presence of a permeating darkness. ❛ Let's get the thing and leave, ❜ she growls to @thirdsght hastily as heavy boots strike ashen earth. ❛ I don't want to be here longer than needed. ❜

starter call ✦

[warrued]

                    it was almost amusing, how the hovering knight seemed to believe that no one, let alone her, failed to notice his increasing presence.   certainly, his ability to slip below notice was fairly well developed, but such a skill only could do so much when a prolonged stay was involved.   still, for a time, she allowed him to believe his presence remained unregarded.   his interest in her work, in the healing down in these halls, was obvious, and far be it for her or anyone else to prevent his learning.   though only so much could be from afar…

                    ❝  rivk,  ❞     the day her silence broke, there was no formality in her tone, neither was there any element of an order,     ❝  can you put your hand where my left is?  ❞     she held a bandage’s end there, the back of a shoulder braced to hold the wounded shin of a trooper aloft.   she was perfectly capable of completing this task on her own, but it was made all the more difficult by the trooper’s pain medication clearly being far too low, the woman’s constant shifting threatening to send the leg off connie’s shoulder and no one there to help... except him.    ❝  please?  ❞

                                                                                             ( @thirdsght ) / RIVK .

[cava1ier]

✱ @thirdsght commed … oh, great. more of your very eloquent bullshit.

❝ Oh. I'm sorry. Was that too complex for your neanderthal mind? ❞ Velize drawls dismissively, waving off the thug. ❝ Let me dumb it down for you. ❞ He slows his speech the way one does when talking to a child. ❝ You. are. making. a. right. mess. of. things! ❞ The admiral declares in exaggerated passion. His wild hand gesture and is no short of drama.

❝ The point of taking prisoners is to question them. And guess what? ❞ He pauses for emphasis and glares straight into the fiend's mask. ❝ That might be easier if you did not bring them to me on the verge of unconsciousness. ❞

[techniiciian]

@thirdsght said: rumor has it you were seen in a corridor in the west wing in a bath robe, waving a broom around. a reliable source said you were pretending to be kylo ren.

arms cross over his chest with a huff as his ears all but steam with how fiery red they turn.

❝that wasn't me!❞ his hands fly up in exasperation before he's dragging them over his face. at least he hopes it wasn't him. he can't recall doing anything quite like that.

there's a heavy sigh that leaves him as a pout settles on his face, ❝if i'm wanna pretend to be kylo ren, then i'll just go borrow his cape. i wouldn't need a bathrobe.❞ or a broom, for that matter. after all, Matt did have access to his brother's quarters, he could get the whole ensemble in a matter of minutes.

❝no one's gonna believe that it wasn't me, are they?❞