#v; war

[rcvanchist]

@sonofhighrock [X]

“Maybe? That implies doubt...” Vanir gave him a small grin, “Not that I mind. I always welcome people to listen to me. If I wanted a true private conversation I wouldn’t talk so openly in a public place.” Though the Jedi Council would prefer him to not talk at all about the Mandalorians ravaging the Outer Rim. “I’m Vanir. Though some have taken to calling me ‘Revan’. I’ll answer to both. If you have any questions, please ask me Knight...?”

[your-sexy-katsudon]

continuation of [x] 

 “I’ll think of something”,he replied as he followed the other male to the destination.“Alright I’ll keep that in mind”,secretly looking forward to meet with the dog. 

He quietly walked a few steps behind his host,  he looked up as though he thought of something “Uh...I am Yuuri by the way”, he commented, upon realizing that he hadn’t introduced himself yet, and he politely added “What is your name if I may ask?”  

@ledkorol

[sxrgeant]

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ | @walkitoffrogers | x

There’s an instinctual part of him that wants to respond in the same snarky way he would if they were back in Brooklyn. ‘What are you, my mother?’ with a huff, tie it all together with a roll of his eyes to really send the message home. And then he’d ruffle Steve's hair just to watch him get annoyed and fix it. Though, realistically, if they were back in Brooklyn then Bucky wouldn’t be anywhere by himself, because he’d be too busy plastered to Steve’s side, one of them dragging the other into trouble. 

Things have changed, and there’s evidence of it all around them. It’s in the lingering smell of gunpowder in the air, the hilt of a knife digging into his ankle from where it’s tucked in his boot, the bulky, muddy hood of the jeep he’s sitting on. 

Oh, and the fact that he has to look up at Steve now when they walk side by side, that’s a hell of a change.

The mission was successful, it was over, they fought the bad guys and did their damn duty. He can still feel his ears ringing from the explosion after they blew up the HYDRA base. He should be used to it by now, but he’s pretty sure he’s gained some permanent damage to his ear drums in this damn war. 

“Why?” He absentmindedly flicks a small rock off the jeep, watching it go flying away. He doesn’t look at Steve, just stares in the direction the rock skipped off to. “There a threat?”

[crybaby-ninja]

“I’ve come to the conclusion that you are a complete loser. Only a quitter would not be able to handle life and create a dream world where everybody had their free will stolen.”

“Think what you will. I am merely bringing peace to this world. What is there left in this existence of worth? Your brother is dead, your family is dead, and you are a traitor to your village. In the Infinite Tsukuyomi, you can control what happens– is that not free will? If a world where your family existed and Itachi was never given orders to kill them, a world where you could live with them happily, would you not accept it?”

His eyes narrow from behind the mask, but not with wrath or any of its derivatives. Just conviction. Determination. Words are not enough to deter him this far down the line, and he cares not for the other Uchiha’s opinion. When the dream enveloped them all– perhaps then he would understand.

[crybaby-ninja]

☾

Obito snarls as the younger boy pins him to the ground, holding his wrists down to the blank stone of his Kamui dimension.

“Why do you continue to struggle?” He spits the question like venom on his tongue, teeth bared at the Jinchuuriki. “Everything could be perfect. No more death, no more suffering. You could meet your parents,” he hisses, knowing it’s a low blow, that it will probably anger the other boy. After all, he is the reason Naruto is unable to meet them, Obito’s actions leading to their untimely demise the day of his birth.

But Obito couldn’t understand why he clung so desperately to hope, even as he watched the people he cared about die around him. This blonde was so similar to his younger self (naive, so naive), yet he refused to see the truth as Obito once had. This world wasn’t worth saving. The only way to fix it was to create a new one. Otherwise, ideals like ‘peace’ and ‘hope’ could never come to be.

He’d stopped believing in fancy words like those when he’d held Rin’s cold body in his arms for the last time, and realized the truth in Madara’s words. The world was cruel and dark. A world like that could never be a reality he would accept.

And he’d come so far. He was so close to achieving their dream, he could almost taste it. He wouldn’t let this brat hinder him, this brat that Kakashi had put his hopes into. He’d enjoy crushing those hopes, if only to prove a point. Maybe Kakashi could be yet convinced, once Minato’s child was out of the picture.

[rcvanchist]

@tatooinetot​ [ Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey ]

Despite the abrupt and frankly alarming appearance of the man, Revan couldn’t help but smile slightly at the attempt to backstep. It was cute. He was confused at the gamut of emotions that came from him, however, when he’d caught sight of Revan. Relief, annoyance... and love? And not the kind he got from his fanatics. Genuine affection.

“We’re on Lianna, preparing for a final offensive against the Mandalorians. Who are you? I’m pretty sure my Lieutenants were ready to gut people who disturbed me.” Revan gave him a wry, tired smile. Meetra had practically threw him out of the command center and told him to rest.

[celestialpuppetmaster]

nobilis-venenum

   Patiently waiting for him to be announced to the woman first, Minos stood behind the closed doors to her chamber, before they finally were pulled open for him.

   Swiftly he entered, crossing the room quietly and with long steps before he had reached Pandora. Coming to a halt at a respectful distance, the judge lowered his head and dropped down to one knee, as it was expected from him.

     ❝I return from the task you had given me, Lady Pandora. All is ready for me to attack Sanctuary.❞

[celestialpuppetmaster]

wayfaringxqueen

   Quite honestly, Minos had not expected to run into anyone on his way to the sanctuary, except maybe some saints. So the judge was all the more surprised, when he found himself standing in front of a woman that appeared to be nothing more than a simple villager.

   For a moment, neither of them said a word, the girl probably just as stunned by his appearance than it was the other way around, before the silverhaired’s expression hardened again.

    ❝Out of my way, woman. I don’t have time to waste on you.❞