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maskormenace2017-12-03 02:22 pm
craftpunk) wrote in maskormenace2017-12-03 02:22 pm
Entry tags:
- kylo ren | jedi-killer,
- n/a | the midnighter,
- † bruce banner | hulk,
- † cisco ramon | vibe,
- † david blake | woden,
- † eli vanto | ensign,
- † frederick chilton | chief of staff!!,
- † gwen wynne-york | n/a,
- † loma | shade,
- † magnus chase | n/a,
- † owain | odin dark,
- † qymaen jai sheelal | grievous,
- † shinjiro aragaki | n/a
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I have some important questions.
Anyone else feeling a little extra powerful, lately?
Poll #19154 An important Quiz
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 30
How many worlds are there?
Do you still have your powers?
How do you feel about superpowers?
The Patriarchy is...
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A damaging class system that unfairly marginalizes anyone not a part of the ruling class
13 (50.0%)
The way of the world
4 (15.4%)
The single most damaging system to people of all genders
9 (34.6%)
Imaginary
0 (0.0%)
Which pill?
If you had to live anywhere, would it be...
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A dark forest
4 (14.3%)
A fjord
2 (7.1%)
A tundra
2 (7.1%)
Mountains
3 (10.7%)
Somewhere modern
17 (60.7%)
What pulls your chariot?
You solve problems with your:
Anyone else feeling a little extra powerful, lately?
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[It was mesmerising. He can feel the tug of the strings, but it works anyway. He wants to laugh- not because the situation is funny, exactly, and certainly not because he finds the man who calls himself a god worthy of mockery- it's something more visceral than that- an impulse.
Fascinating.
Well. He'd been called that once before. Special. It had made a welcome change then, too.
His lips twist in an approximation of a smile- something in between triumph and bitterness.]
Few get the chance to give me an appraisal. Should I be flattered?
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[ He said, and turned his head, to focus on the man. Wow.
He was tall. Much taller than Woden. The man wasn't short, but Ren towered over him. He wasn't necessarily intimidated, but... it was an intimidating presence. ] Clearly, you need to hear them more often, if you don't get that kind of appraisal more.
[ He didn't really care about his name -- he shouldn't. He was going to get a new one soon enough, but he suspected the man would be curious. He'd want more than just an item and the statement that he would be someone else. Not with power and presence like that. ]
I am called Woden.
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And it was good. Knowing that he could inhabit his role, his destiny with this face. The one that had once belonged to someone else.]
Woden. I am Kylo Ren - and I am no god. But... you sense it. What I am.
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[ His helmet tipped, slightly, reflected Kylo Ren's face back at him, perpetual reflection -- an eerie look, no doubt. A blank face was one thing, but your own reflection, your own emotions back at you was something that Woden loved. It always made his job of making people see what they wanted to see so much easier. ]
You're powerful. But you know, you could be a god here. It's not quite as difficult as one would think.
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Certainly in present company, the sight of that face simply reminds him of his strength. The power he had chosen to claim by shedding a name, rather than a skin.]
Do I strike you as a man afraid of difficulty?
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[ His tone is amused, with that. Delighted, practically.
Even that comes out of the vocoder, and the frame turns, slightly, his hands behind his back, and he walks down the aisle, before his fingers grace one album. Something wispy, something...much more modern. Amy. ]
Where I come from, we gods give up the rest of our lives to become who we are. We have a two-year limit. I intend to surpass that, and it's been a constant for centuries.
So I, too, am used to overcoming strife.
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Your old life in its entirety, for two years of this life?
[It seems a hefty price to Kylo. He's not certain why anyone would choose to enter into such a bargain... the power on offer would have to be immense.]
Sacrifice is always required for any power worth holding- though it sounds as if you intend to bend the rules.
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[ He said, his words a cruel mockery of someone else's. ]
I've already planned a way out, and have it guaranteed. I'll get the trade offs, the benefits, and at the end of it all? [ He'll still be around. The others won't. ]
I'm the clever one, you know. The one who doesn't just give things up for no reason. I'm sure you understand. [ His fingers found another album -- this time something electronic, reminiscent of his own look. French Posers. ]
Here, though, the sacrifice isn't so hefty. All the power, none of the problems, and now... I'm able to do more than ever.
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And as the clever one, you're playing the system. I see.
And you have an offer for me. Based on my... test results.
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[ He turned back to look at him, the reflection of his helmet had Ren distorted along with the length of the aisle. His head tipped. ]
I can give you something new -- something unlike what others have. Power over others, of a sort.
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And I assume your price is more reasonable than a sacrifice of my entire existence.
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[ He waved a hand. ] No two year timer from me. A nickname, and maybe you get to participate in a gathering, if I feel like asking for everyone to come for a meeting.
[ Why not? It would be fun, to see the fruits of his labor all at once. ]
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And in return, I get- what, exactly.
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[ Woden looked around the room, at the records. He couldn't bestow the music, the inspiration. That was something wholly from his world. He was one of the inspired, not the one who got it. Even so, he couldn't feel it, he could only see it with the eyes, watch them. Observe from the ivory tower. ]
I can offer you that. An opportunity to see it all from a...different perspective.
[ His fingers found a display of guitar picks, and he picked one up. It glowed, when he held it, a glowing line drifted up from the point his fingers grasped it, neon green and alive, glowing. It crawled the entire surface. ]
Excitement, on top of that.
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And you, the builder, get to watch your creations make use of your gifts. Yes... I see it. What you get out of this.
How long? If the original deal was two years for your entire being, your reduced price must come with a reduced gift.
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Correct.
And I suspect...only as long as this power sustains itself. Banking on past experience? A week... maybe two? We can always hope for longer, but... I don't like hoping for more than what's expected. That might be the rationalist in me.
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Give it to me, then. This power.
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You will be part of my Pantheon.
[ He said, and one of the store attendants leaned over a counter, almost curiously. He looked half-ready to protest, but he didn't. ]
You fan the flames. You are the inspiration of the furor -- you found a Vanir to call your own. There's wealth in your name, and they will weep gold for you.
Óðr. [ He held out the pick to him. ]
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And then it made sense. Too much sense. He was tumbling, falling, he was red, and gold, and fire, he was a driving, pounding rhythm of a racing heartbeat and an urge- to do, to make, to break- that could not be quietened--
He gasped, standing tall, reborn in brilliant, flame red light.]
Óðr.
[He admired himself openly- not having any idea what TRON was, he wasn't likely to make the connection. But he didn't mind the fiery lines drawn over his form, the red-illuminated lining of his new full-length cape.]
Yes. I am.
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[ That was just...magnificent.
Really, stunning work. He'd almost say that this was exactly the way it should have been from the beginning, but Ananke had been clear that he would have no powers.
No matter, clearly he could just make his own when the time came, and made them he did. He could even feel it, the power, just on the edge of his perception, just barely there, tugging at the edges and leaking at his perception. ]
It makes sense now, doesn't it? What we can all do.
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He looked at Woden- and began to laugh.
Joy. Wild, deep, impossible, triumphant joy.]
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If anything, having someone so tall around was good. He grinned beneath his mask, and tipped his head toward the attendant, who was starting to look increasingly agitated at the fact that there were some crazy neon tron knock-offs hanging out in his store and stealing guitar picks.
Then again, he wasn't stopping them either. ]
Go on. Try it out.
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The newly ascended god tilted his head, eyes focusing on the awkward attendant.
Yes. Yes, with his shitty band that was going nowhere, and this dead-end job selling other people's records, hating every minute for being so close and yet so far removed from what he really wanted.
The smile on Ren's face was broad, unsettling. Far from kind. And yet... somehow, compelling.]
You. Come here.
[It wasn't a request.]
I have something for you.
Freedom.
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He could feel his lips curl up in a smile -- the power from finding people like this -- giving them more. It made his heart pound faster, his fingers tremble, and a part of him lit with an energy he hadn't felt since the last time he'd been home -- when Cassandra had called him Jon.
God, this was good. Too good.
Silently, he watched, and stopped, placed his hands on either side, and leaned forward, to watch what happened. ]
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He smiled down at him, and the assistant's eyes widened, unnaturally wide, a strange light flickering to life in them-
And lyrics began to spill from his lips. Wild, uncontrollable. A torrent. He staggered back as if terrified, unable to control the endless flow, his hands flying out to clutch at shelving, anything--
Ren-Óðr watched, fascinated.]
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