Ronan Lynch (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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maskormenace2019-05-19 05:17 pm
nightmarist) wrote in maskormenace2019-05-19 05:17 pm
Entry tags:
- allison hargreeves | the rumor,
- anakin skywalker | darth vader,
- finn | fn-2187,
- haru okumura | noir,
- laurie collins | wallflower,
- priscilla-jean henrietta o'hare | tulip,
- proinsias cassidy | n/a,
- ronan lynch | greywaren,
- ruby nakamura | candlelight,
- † jacob taylor | the protector,
- † n/a | the outsider
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(( OOC: In reference to this, for all the new folk. ))
[Just as so many predicted, here is Ronan Lynch, once more alive and well. While his bedroom could be easily mistaken for a holding cell of some kind, he's not in chains or locked in a vault somewhere. His device is propped up on the windowsill while he goes about cleaning up the destruction left in the wake of Kylo Ren's grief. He barely glances at the camera as he addresses the network:]
That got pretty fucking dark.
[To say the least.]
You know, ending up on a hit list is sort of a Lynch family tradition, but I never pictured it slapped up on the internet superhero forum. I mean, we don't really do heroes where I come from. And there would've been money involved somewhere in there, back home. But still. Holy shit.
[He sweeps the remains of a shattered stereo into a dark corner of the room and leans against the broomstick, glancing off toward the unseen window. It's not a gloomy day in De Chima, but it's perpetually a gloomy day outside his bedroom.]
This wasn't Cassandra's fault. Or Psychopomp's. It wasn't even fucking Kylo Ren's fault, though I know he's everyone's favorite villain. He's the one who ended it, by the way, so. You know. Maybe say thanks and send flowers.
[He rocks his head back with a roll of his eyes, like he's remembering something else that's awfully annoying.]
And your reports were bullshit. I didn't lose control of my power. I lost myself while the rest of you were out there using me. And I worked exactly the way I'm supposed to. You guys were just so fucking messed up you couldn't figure out what to do with me when you got a hold of me.
Bright side? That was probably your one and only chance. You can stop counting on my "potential to be useful" in the future.
[Looking at you, Jadus, you creep ass.]
[Just as so many predicted, here is Ronan Lynch, once more alive and well. While his bedroom could be easily mistaken for a holding cell of some kind, he's not in chains or locked in a vault somewhere. His device is propped up on the windowsill while he goes about cleaning up the destruction left in the wake of Kylo Ren's grief. He barely glances at the camera as he addresses the network:]
That got pretty fucking dark.
[To say the least.]
You know, ending up on a hit list is sort of a Lynch family tradition, but I never pictured it slapped up on the internet superhero forum. I mean, we don't really do heroes where I come from. And there would've been money involved somewhere in there, back home. But still. Holy shit.
[He sweeps the remains of a shattered stereo into a dark corner of the room and leans against the broomstick, glancing off toward the unseen window. It's not a gloomy day in De Chima, but it's perpetually a gloomy day outside his bedroom.]
This wasn't Cassandra's fault. Or Psychopomp's. It wasn't even fucking Kylo Ren's fault, though I know he's everyone's favorite villain. He's the one who ended it, by the way, so. You know. Maybe say thanks and send flowers.
[He rocks his head back with a roll of his eyes, like he's remembering something else that's awfully annoying.]
And your reports were bullshit. I didn't lose control of my power. I lost myself while the rest of you were out there using me. And I worked exactly the way I'm supposed to. You guys were just so fucking messed up you couldn't figure out what to do with me when you got a hold of me.
Bright side? That was probably your one and only chance. You can stop counting on my "potential to be useful" in the future.
[Looking at you, Jadus, you creep ass.]