Revanchist

Citta-affiliated Revan, of Star Wars. armed with two wooden swords. Nobody rank. Has a Sith Apprentice. Retained Force Push, x3 per day. feel free to IM .

[sinisternocturne]

“No, no, not exactly. It’s a different sort of game. Skill, not power.” 

Edward allowed himself an awkward grin, and held up the bat.

“If you let me- I’ll show you.” 

[ultimatemeatbag]

Well, why not, then? Not that it seem likely to provide much entertainment, but it was better than nothing. And unlike many others so far, this man didn’t seem to pay any attention to Revan’s appearance and mask. There just might be an interesting reason behind that. Unlikely, but worth a shot.

It seemed the man needed the field itself, so Revan picked the clkosest edge and paced off it, until he was past the white line that ran across the fake grass, off to the left of where the man stood. “There. Is this far enough?”

[summonersacrifice-blog]

Something lighter. Well, Yuna supposed reality was rather depressing. Through Revan’s mask it was impossible whether or not he really cared for her story, but that wasn’t going to stop her too much. She needed some kind of wall to vent to, someone on the outside. It didn’t take a genius to tell he was probably not going to be awfully comforting.

She paused for a moment, trying to think of a light topic. In her defence, she hadn’t realised she was being so grim. “If I may ask about your personal life,” she started, wondering what would be too far for him. They were strangers, after all. “Is there anyone waiting for you at home? Someone…special. You don’t have to answer.”

Yuna was simply curious. She wanted a bit of insight into who he was as a person, and the relationships he may have formed. He could have been celibate. But this was the lightest thing she could think of right off the bat. If she had more time, maybe she would have a better question, but she wasn’t so sure.

The two of them could have ended up being friends. Behind that mask could have been a good person, for all she knew. It would have been nice. She had nowhere to go, and only a city to see. But eventually, the train would have to come to a stop. Then, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do. Wander aimlessly? Yes, that sounded like a good idea.

Revan was free to come with her, of course. Company was always welcome to Yuna.

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A good question, he supposed; after all, what did she know? She had no idea what he’d done, what he was capable of. No idea of his friends and enemies, Bastila and Malak, those three hundred years. No, she couldn’t know any of that. She was only trying to be polite, curious. 

“I’m afraid there isn’t,” he told the girl. Slowly, quietly, a little bit heavily. No, there wasn’t. Nobody special. Quite likely, in fact, nobody at all. There just might be one powered-down assassin droid waiting for him on a distant planet, but he doubted that HK-47 had survived, either.

Even if he found a way back to his own galaxy, there wouldn’t be much left for him. More war, as far as he understood it. The jedi and Sith, still at each other’s throats, to no real end. It’d seemed so important, back then. But ever since he’d gotten here, he’d felt... lost. Drifting. He needed some kind of a  purpose.  

“Perhaps there could’ve been, a very long time ago, but not anymore. I made the wrong choices for that. Not every gets a happy ending.” Behind the mask, Revan fixed Yuna with a stare. She might not be able to see it, but people had a sixth sense about that kind of thing. it unnerved them - another reason to wear it, in his opinion. “ If you get that kind of chance, don’t miss it. Love is the most powerful force in the universe. It won’t solve all of your problems, but you’d be amazed at what it can do.”

[evilveined]

Episode One ♔Evie & Revan

              It was harder to steal a bedazzler than Evie thought. Once she did however, it was on. Not a single armor shop was left that wasn’t affected by Evie’s touch. With a lot of reading on armor, blue dye, sewing skills, and gold trim…She was ready. That was when she finally sought him out.

              “Magic Mirror in my hand, where does my Master stand?” The mirror then zoomed onto Revan. “Magic mirror, not so close.” It was then the mirror zoomed back a bit, “Magic Mirror he is there, right now show me where!” With that the mirror lead her to him. Just like a GPS, that you could check your lip gloss in.

              The armor Evie wore could end up in any fashion week. With a gorgeously pleased grin, Evie looked up at him. “I told you I’d find you.”

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Revan had to take a second look at is apprentice. And then a third. Certainly, plenty of Sith liked to flaunt a bit of style. Even some of the less conservative Jedi tried to add a bit of flair to whatever they wore under the standard drab robes. But Evie took it to whole new levels, and in no way did she resemble an Apprentice.

She had warned him, hadn’t she? And as he’s told her, it didn’t truly matter. Tradition was one thing back home, but it meant very little on this world, There was no need to limit her to something so pointless and, in all honesty, boring as a Sith’s plain black robes. 

And besides, tradition could stifle and suffocate. Entire civilizations had died adhering to it.

“So you did,’ he noted dryly. This could get a little problematic, if she could track him down at any given moment - useful, but it rather severely limited his ability to recuperate from her. Rather sad, wasn’t it?

Revan drew one of his wooden blades, and flipped it around, catching the thick blade and offering the handle to her. “It is time for your first lesson in bladework. This pathetic stick is nothing compared to a lightsaber, and is far too imbalanced; I can’t show you any of the intricacies you’ll need to master. But I can show you a few things.”

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Harmless

The border between Sectors One and Six was her favorite place, because it was still woodsy enough to remind her of home, yet also within comfortable walking distance of any shops. Standing near a wishing well in such a place, Ruby flipped a coin straight up, pressing it to her heart for a long moment after.

It was only after she dropped the coin within the dark depths of the well that she noticed someone standing behind her. Where had he come from…? She held her breath for a long moment, but he didn’t do anything sudden or frightening, so she spoke, for lack of anything else to do.

“…My dad loves wishing wells. I think it was mostly because my mom did, but we still went to see them! Even after…” Man, she must be more morose than she thought, just unloading her past on this random stranger. She’d learned not to judge people in this city by their appearance, but even so, this guy didn’t look like the type to care.

…But, even so.

Ruby dug another coin out of her pocket, offering it to him with a smile. “Do you want to make a wish? It can’t hurt, right?”

[ultimatemeatbag]

There were still plenty of little pockets and hidden areas in the City, and every now and then, Revan could find something he hadn’t expected. This little area was one of them. Who would build a little wall of stones around a hole in the ground? And, even more interesting, who would toss a coin into such a hole? 

She had clearly noticed him, even without really turning around. peripheral vision, perhaps, or just excellent instincts. Either way, he hadn’t startled her. he hadn’t really been trying, but even so, that also demonstrated good self-control. Or maybe she’d known he was here quite a while ago...

Perhaps that was why she wore bright red, surrounded by green and brown. Even his brown robes blended in better than she did. Confidence and strength would remove the need to be camouflaged. Or, simplicity: she was just a young girl who liked the color red. Who could know?

He could, given a little time. Time, and a wish. 

Why not? Revan took the coin. It seemed such an odd custom, if he understood right - make a wish by tossing a coin into the water. But from what she had just said, it seemed important to her. It didn’t cost him anything, and maybe he would come true. 

if not, at least he could create the beginnings of a bond. Which would be the start of knowing, and controlling. One way or the other.

Revan hefted the coin for a few more moments, then gently tossed it over the stone rim and into the well. After a second or so of careful listening, he thought he detected a splash. Water, perhaps? 

“Am I allowed to tell you what I wished for? And may I asked what you wished?”

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Gao recoiled at the sudden remarked, having hope he would have been able to pass by quietly without bothering the stranger. A startled and sheepish laugh pass his throat as he dropped his creeping stance to a neutral one. Turning to face the man respectively, he bent at the waist slightly.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you.”

He still need more work on quieting his steps, it seems. Though, he suppose being fatigue didn’t help; it keeps him from being as aware and alert as possible when he’s focus on trying not to fall on his face.

Eyes roam over from the ground to the seated figure, imposing from his position. His strung out instinct told him to trend carefully, though that wasn’t new. He tilted his head at the sticks that laid by his sides. Strange. He straightened out.

“Were you practicing something?”

[ultimatemeatbag]

Ah, another youngster out and about. There were far too many of them for a place like this; and what was more, this one looked quite a bit worn out. That was a dangerous state for anyone in this City. Tired people made mistakes.

Not that Revan fared a great deal better, in that regard, but exhaustion wasn’t something that often concerned him personally. More so no than it would have, long ago, and even more thanks to his meditation. But it still didn’t take much to force himself into a fully awakened state. 

“Unfortunately, you succeeded. You should be more careful.” Luckily, Revan was in... not a good mood, but not a murderous one, at least. Besides, he preferred not to kill somebody so young, if he didn’t need to (or feel an overwhelming urge). Even he had limits. Besides, the young had a great deal of potential. 

“I was. It wasn’t working too well, to be honest. In fairness... i can’t say you interrupted much. But even so, any stranger could be dangerous, and interrupting anyone could be dangerous.” He stood up slowly, locking his knees and lifting his arms over his head. His muscles felt surprisingly stiff, potentially sore later. It really had been a while since he’d tried to meditate. 

“Bothering the wrong person could get lethal, for you.”

[sinisternocturne]

“Because I’m about to start playing, and I don’t want you to get in the way.” 

Edward stared the masked stranger down, turning the bat in his hands carefully. 

“I’m, uh- I need to use an aluminium bat. Let’s put it that way.”

[ultimatemeatbag]

Revan eyed the metal club that the stranger held. It seemed a bit oddly shaped, closer to a sword than an actual club. Then again, if you were a swordsman, the metal would be a pretty brutal - and easier to use without killing. 

“A game with a club? Going to beat something for fun, are you?” Revan raised an eyebrow and folded his arms. “Why such a weak metal? Durasteel would be stronger, but lighter than titanium. You wouldn’t want to fight a robot with aluminum.”

[ultimatemeatbag]

icemastercadet

Revan had already spent plenty of time exploring Hive City, and he had no intention of stopping anytime soon. Even if he had to plan around his new apprentice. But as large as the place was, it hadn’t exactly taken him very long to realize the city was mostly a gigantic circle, with a few outlying areas he hadn’t figured out how to get to. 

So he was quite surprised to find out there were even more sections of the city, under the ground. Or at the very least, there was one - District Alpha. Was that where he was supposed to be living? He’d never been able to piece that part together...

The only possible way down that he’d found so far was some kind of tube, light by little lights. The tube was more or less in the middle of Sector 1 (such as that damn place had a center). It was sealed, but as far as he could tell, it extended well into the ground. There didn’t seem to be anything dangerous about it, at least not directly - but he’d prefer not dying horribly. probably best to pick up more information first. 

Clearly the best way to do that was to flag down nearby passerby and hope that they’d been here long enough to learn more than him. And that they weren’t going to lie. And that was exactly what he did.

“Excuse me, my lady,” he said, ambling near a young lady with pure white hair. he stopped a few feet away, and bowed - only slightly, but politely. “Would you happen to know anything about this... area?”

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gaosun

There was very little of the Force here - either that, or Revan simply couldn’t feel it (let alone use it) very much. It was hard to say which for certain. Both seemed to be very nearly impossible, at least in his mind.

 If nothing else, there shouldn’t be any way to damage his connection without inflicting massive trauma. And he’d been able to use the Force once, here - effectively, but only barely. Between the two, the answer was that the Force was barely present in this City. Yet how could that be, when it teemed with so much life?

So he’d settled for meditation, something he hadn’t done in quite a long time now. it might not accomplish much, but it was better to find answers than silently ask questions.

The sticks lay on either side of him. Pointless as they were, the were the closest things to weapons he had; still, they were too large and unwieldy for this. Revan had settled down into a kneeing position; he kept his back straight, hands on his knees, and settled into a trance. Relaxed, and yet focused.

The faintest blue glow flickered into life around him, and quickly guttered out. Revan sighed and opened his eyes. Of ocurse, somebody had to come around and distract him.  Even the mere sound of footsteps was annoying, given how hard a simple meditation had become.

“What do you want?”

[evilveined]

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Bold all that apply: My muse knows how to…

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive stick | speak an second eighth language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer custom assassin droid | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker pazaak| paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a swoop bike | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | play chess | give CPR | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | do magic tricks | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read Morse code | pick a lock

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Send me a 🐤 for a Tweet my muse would make about yours.

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ofhotheads:

Using this generator.

[lannasroleplaymemes]

Send  ☄ to challenge my Muse to a fight!

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shrinkyshrinky:

I’ll respond with the following for our battle:

Normal Battle Theme: Boss Battle Theme: Battle Start: Taunt: Taunt Reaction: Special Attack: Critical Hit Inflicted: Critical Hit Received: Half HP: Half MP/Skill Points: Tie: Victory: Perfect Victory: Victory Dance Fanfare: Defeat: Total Defeat:   Items Dropped When Defeated:

[ultimatemeatbag]

( envy ) how does envy cause your muse to react to another? if their best friend, lover, or family member had something that they wanted, would they take it from them?

Envy isn’t really something Revan has a lot of experience with. For the most part, he’s not a terribly materialistic person. If he has what he needs to get around. stay alive, and kill his enemies, then he’s generally good to go.

Even if he does see something he wants, he’s generally able to either convince the person to give him that object, or find/buy something similar, if not identical. And if he can’t do either of those things, chances are he’ll just shrug it off and move on. Maybe not quite so easily, but he’ll do it.

Revan won’t hesitate to kill somebody and take their possessions afterwards, but he usually won’t kill to get a possession simply because he wants it - only because he needs it. Nor would he take from somebody he considers a friend, or more than that - again, unless it’s something he truly requires.

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lieatre

Revan needed a break from his apprentice, so he’d sent her off to some relatively minor task and then gone off to wander around the City. he had to admit, he’d never been the kind of person to just walk about aimlessly. It was this City, which had taken his sense of purpose. Oh, certainly, he had Evie to deal with, and that occupied a great deal of his time, but there were still times like this. Times when he had nothing to do but explore.

It was important to know as much of a battlefield as possible. Especially if you intended to wage war. If that was what he intended to do...

At the moment, he was exploring one of the areas infested with restaurants. It was right about lunch time, perhaps a little late, and he had a bit of money to spend. Might as well treat himself to a decent meal, and not something a half-step up from war rations.

Something caught his eyes, though - a young child, who seemed to be glued to a window. Children were rare enough in the City, as far as he’d ever seen, but she looked even younger than most - and unsupervised, unless her parents were in the store. Which was filled with candy, so perhaps not...

 Revan stopped several paces away from the girl, leaving more than a decent amount of space between them, and lowered himself to one knee. “You probably shouldn’t be out here alone, little one. Where’s your family?”

[ultimatemeatbag]

okay, another starter call for your local Sith Lord

slight preference for threads/relationships that won’t be so frickin’ evil because where the heck did Revan’s light side go anyways

also happy to pick up Sith apprentices / jedi padawans

other than that, up for anything, an uncapped

[ultimatemeatbag]

Rank up - Citizen

What an odd, antiquated piece of blocky technology. Like most things in the city, this ‘cell phone’ clearly belonged gathering dust in a museum. Just touching it made Revan feel... older. As if were corrupting him, somehow, draining him of youth and vitality to sustain itself.

Surely it was just a hunk of plastic and metal, with barely enough processing power to communicate with others. And not, in fact, some kind of hideous soul-sucking machinery.

To: All Contacts From: Revan

[Text] What is thiS THING [Text] AM i USING THIS RIGHT [Text] WHEREs the hologram button [Text] why cant i see anyone

[evilveined]

Garden of Evil ♔ Evie & Revan

[evilveined]

              Evie could lie as easily as she could breathe. Someone who possessed such evil charm and grace, it was only to be expected. It seemed that Revan had himself fallen for it. Most likely without even realizing it. She did not mention that though. As it would most likely damage his pride; which meant he wouldn’t teach her or perhaps kill her. Neither of those things she wanted. So her logical mind told her to keep schtum. It was obvious that she didn’t get the reputation for being able to bewitch the worse of villains for nothing.

              The truth was Evie was a very odd villain. One who had all the intelligence, capability, and drive one could want in a student. What made her different was her belief system. She had lead a different life than most villains. A life where she was able to learn the mistakes of pasted villains. That their strategy of inability to be loyal to one another and their infighting failed terribly. Their failure had negatively impacted her life. For the princess who was literally ‘The Fairest of Them All,’ she knew suffering and pain better than most. She would never allow herself to make their mistakes. They would land her in that same horrible place she once was. So her loyalty and admiration were genuine. With such an upbringing she was not going to change her mind.

              With her desire to interject Evie stuck up her flawless finger tips. “Yes. I learned that from the heroes too.” That was it however. The gift of gab was her thing. Heck she was a teenage girl who spent hours talking on her phone. This was not one of those times however. Now was a time for terseness on her part.

              Revan’s comment about not caring made her breath taking smile come out. A smile that made the sun seem dim in comparison. She even gave a happy twirl and clap of excitement. Yet she still did not speak, and allowed him to lead the way. Every so often giving a firm nod of understanding.

              As Revan spoke, Evie used her petite index finger to spell out what he was saying in the air while she mimicked it with her own mouth. The look in her gorgeous chestnut eyes was serious and followed the finger. It was something she was doing to help memorize it. The more exposure was always better.

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[ultimatemeatbag]

It wasn’t the true Code, certainly; but that didn’t really matter. After all, she didn’t have any power in the Force itself, at least not as far as he could tell. Her own magic was something else, but seemed to operate on the same basic principle. And the spirit of the Code mattered more than the letter.

“So long as you  can keep that dedication in mind, you will be an excellent Sith.” Revan actually managed to return a smile of his own - not that she would see it, beneath his mask. So young, so cheerful, so eager to destroy. Had he ever been quite like that? He rather doubted it. Sometimes he felt as though he’d been born tired and torn by war. “Know what your goals are, and do not be determined to accomplish them - simply do so. bend all of your power and will to the task at hand, allow nothing to stand in your way, and you will be unstoppable.”

Perhaps there should’ve been more ceremony, an exchange of traditional words or some kind of oath. But the Sith cared little for such things, and even the Jedi had drifted to simple practicality. Quite simply, she was his apprentice now, and that was all there was to it. 

“Ordinarily, you would have been found as a child, and discovered to be strong in the Force. Then you would be brought to the Empire, likely to an Academy, to spend a decade or so in  training, Eventually you would become an acolyte, accomplishing trials and competing with other acolytes. With some time and skill, you would be noticed by a Sith Lord. If you gained their favor - and survived both your trials and other acolytes - you would become the Lord’s apprentice.”

Not that Revan had taken that route, either. in fairness, however, he had undergone much the same process under the Jedi order. Of course, Jedi initiates weren’t allowed to stab each other in the shadows, much less encouraged to do so. The Sith were excellent at weeding out the weak; if only the backstabbing had stopped in the higher ranks.

“Naturally, you are proceeding directly to the Apprentice stage. I intend to find trials for you to accomplish; however, in this City, it will take time for me to find tasks appropriate for you. To begin with, something I’m sure you’ll enjoy.” Again, Revan flickered a brief smile. “Again, I don’t care what you wear, but some clothes are easier to fight in than others. Robes are traditional, and they help to conceal any armor. I recommend both, and more than one set.”  

With this first instruction, he bowed slightly to his new Apprentice. only a slight one, from master to student. They could probably both use a bit of a break from one another, and besides, he would need time to prepare. This was as unexpected for her as it was for him. And he hadn’t had an apprentice in... far too long. Since Malak, at any rate. 

“Take your time - a few days, by all means. I will need to prepare, and if you plan to steal, you may need time to plan accordingly. when you are ready, find a way to contact me. Do you have any questions, Apprentice?”

[summonersacrifice-blog]

But then, Yuna didn’t understand. Why would people want to create Sin? She couldn’t wrap her head around it. Yes, people could be kept in their place easier, but for what? What was the purpose of Sin, if it was just created for that? No one was that selfish or cruel, and she had seen her fair share of both in her short life so far.

“I’m so sorry, but I’m not sure I can believe that.” She may have been gullible, but this was something else. There was too much to lose for so little. It simply did not make sense to her.

It did make her think, though. Perhaps she was one of those martyrs that Revan meant, along with the rest of the summoners. She played with the tips of her fingers in thought. Yet still, she could not wrap her head around this idea. She wanted to die a hero though. But…

No. She couldn’t change her mind. Not that it made any difference while in Hive City; she couldn’t stop Sin here, even if she wanted to, unless it too broke into the City. But if she went back, and decided she didn’t want to die, then it would all be for nothing.

“No, it’s alright. It’s good to share what you know, isn’t it?” Revan was starting to make Yuna doubt herself. He wasn’t doing it on purpose, she was sure. He just made her realise the small holes in Yevon, the ones she did not really want to see.

[ultimatemeatbag]

Enough of this, for now. He’d planted the seeds of doubt, for better or worse. maybe nothing would happen; maybe it’d shatter her perceptions of her own world. Either way, he likely wouldn’t ever even know. And there wasn’t much else he could say on the subject right now, especially if he wanted to avoid her suspicion. 

“Let us talk of something else, instead,” he suggested. Still plenty of time for his original goal, especially if they were just going to sit on this train all day long. If she had somewhere to go, after all, perhaps he could accompany her for a while.

And what of himself? Here he was, drifting along aimlessly, planting fear and uncertainty into the mind of a stranger. Once upon a time, he had commanded armies; now he couldn’t even claim a proper weapon to his name. He had sworn to uphold both of the Codes, and now he all but ignored them both. He had sworn to defend and protect, to destroy and eradicate; he had slain thousands for good or ill, and an entire planet had been shattered at his command. 

Now Revan was sitting on a train. Going nowhere, accomplishing nothing. Learning of things that wouldn’t matter in the long run, planting the potential for twists and turns that wouldn’t ever affect him. Why convince Yuna to look at her own life, when he so desperately needed to examine his own?

And yet, he knew immediately, he would not. Not yet, at the very least. This was not the time or the place. When it was, when he could take a long hard look t himself... he might well be able to find a new excuse,

“Something more pleasant,” he added, perhaps a little dryly. That only fit in with what they’d been talking about, after all. And after all, he might well have dominated the conversation for too long. Why not let the girl try her hand on it? “I’m afraid i can’t think of much, but surely you have questions for me? or a few stories for your own homeland?”