Gibel

[Lynnori Cruz]

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noun; not death, not suicide; simply ceasing to exist in a way that is painful to others.​

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Orto Plutonia, Some Capital City, The Streets, Evening
Lust For Life | Interacting with [member="Kole Harper"] ~ All I Want ~ "All I want is nothing more to hear you knocking at my door."
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This planet was fething cold.

That much was clear to Lyn as she was swaddled in dark fur, a coat of mink that seemed a bit too expensive for her tastes, but it served the purpose of keeping the Zeltron warm. The reasons they had travelled to this cursed planet-- Literally, Pantora was right next door, and far warmer than this --were again lost on her. Work, right. Who in sithspit would have worked out here? And doing what, building snowmen? Maybe they'd have to cart ice. Either way, a shiver ran through the Zeltron and she pulled the coat around her thin form a little tighter.

She'd slowed to watch the snow. Kole was only a foot or two away, still visible between the flurries. His dark head of short head stuck out like a sore thumb in the relatively white-caked street and definitely stuck out among the blue denizens of the street that seemed terribly barren. The sight brought a smile to her despite the lack of privacy, a small one, but one all the same. Zeltros had been a week or so ago, but it felt like yesterday. And that didn't hurt. Actually, it made her happy, imagine that.

Snow like this didn't happen on Zeltros. Her homeworld was too tropical for things like that, but despite the bone-chilling freezing temperatures, she didn't mind it. A gloved hand reached out, a few white flakes landing there before melting into dew that rolled off the leather surface. Temporary. That didn't sit right with her.

This was temporary, too, unless she made it permanent. Her stride elongated, in an effort to catch up to the man up ahead.

"Hey, Kole. I think we nee--"

A crack like thunder.

The lights turned off.

Those who had been out now ran, scared, ducking for cover. The obvious reactions to a shooter in public. Blue and pink and red, far too much red, intermingled with the snowy street. A clean round through the base of her neck, and she had been dead in seconds. Almost entirely painlessly, the last sound in her ears was the dull 'thwacking' of her own spine folding under the weight of a slug.

Lynnori Cruz was dead. Just like that. Temporary. In an instant. Gone.

 

[Rakaan Horne]

Orto Plutonia, Some Capital City, The Streets, Evening
Shattered | Interacting with [member="Lynnori Cruz"] ~ Do As Thou Will
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Kole and Lynnori happened to be on their way home, or what they could temporarily call home on Orto Plutonia. Their business, for the day, had been concluded, and it was only a short walk; no matter how cold it may very well be. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, really. A simple job, one that had been done countless times before, but this time it was from the Sith Empire. Those connections had worked, and Kole landed himself certain job opportunities that were otherwise unavailable. They might have been preliminary, a test of efficiency but it was the beginning of something. Lyn, as much as he would prefer otherwise, had come along. She had a knack for it, and that Zeltron charm had more uses than one- even if he wasn't entirely okay with her making use of it.

His head had shrunk down and into his shoulders, the warmth of his coats interior was something he desperately clung to on this frozen planet. Kole's gaze hadn't wavered either, instead keeping his attention on the area ahead of him. There all too many of those walked by through the crowded streets, seemingly unaffected -- or not to the degree that Kole was -- by the cold. It was only a short walk, he could endure, right?

​Then came a bit of speech, and Kole reared his head over his shoulder for the briefest of moments. His eyes locked with hers, interrupted by an unceremonious bang that was followed by a crunch. Blood splattered, sprayed over himself as whatever expression he had was exchanged for that of blank horror, the kind in which one was so unbelieving of such a thing that it purely couldn't be comprehended. That was what Kole felt, and it was nothing more than a sinking feeling that left him entirely confused. There were frantic screams, the sound of people doing nothing but run, fearful for lives of their own, all the while Kole stood still with his head still turned over his shoulder and blood splattered against his clothing and face, slowly trickling down and into the snow beneath him.

​The Droid began to tremble, shaking in his stance as he turned to face her corpse in it's entirety. Slow steps had been made in her direction, ever hesitant and unbelieving as he did nothing but stare into those eyes, now glossy and drained of life in their stare into the heavens above. There was nothing in his mouth but he swallowed anyways before dropping down to his knees with his hands slumped down by his side, gently pressing into the snow as he could do nothing but stare.

Scorpion meet Frog.

 

[Lynnori Cruz]

Orto Plutonia, Some Capital City, The Streets, Evening
Ḽ͓̦u̦̯s̝͔͙̝ṱ͖͇̠ͅ ̟̯͜F̺̩͔̖͟o̩r̝̜̩͙ ̠͉Ĺí̯̘f̷̭͚̰͇͚e͍͡ | Interacting with [member="Kole Harper"] ~ All I Want ~ "'Cause if I could see your face once more, I could ḓ̻i̸̱̬̰̥e̳̤̯̱̪͓͖ as a happy man I'm sure."
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Blank golden eyes.

The shooter was up in an apartment complex above, already their shadow moving away from the window they had fired from. Like a predator playing with its food.

She didn't move. How could she, after all, simply a new corpse staring up to unfeeling skies. Some snowflakes melted on the still-warm skin.

"E͚̼̗̟̥̜͢v̥͕͡e̤̖̟̝̦ͅr̀҉̢͇̘̩y̤̮͚̭͔t̪̱̠̥̟̥͡͠h̦͎͚̜͓̫͔̦i̫̯͕̟̫͝n͉͍͖̬̲̝̘͓̘g̵̞̮ ̠̱͉̙͈̰d̺͍̝͡i̛̳̙͎̖͖̘̜̝̜̕͝e͚̩̥͙̖s̗͍̬̲͖͓.̩̳̪̫̩"

It was as though he could still hear her. That voice. It was a good voice, one calm and warm, sunlight in the storm.

What would he do now?

 

[Rakaan Horne]

Orto Plutonia, Some Capital City, The Streets, Evening
Broken | Interacting with [member="Lynnori Cruz"] ~ Do As Thou Will
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Kole didn't feel anything. Not for a while. Realisation was soon to hit, and as it did all Kole felt was anger and sadness. It oozed from him as all that blood had through the hole in Lynnori's neck. He couldn't be rational in this moment, either, it was as if he was incapable of a thought that well and truly made sense. The Droid reached outwards, he grabbed at her corpse and raised it to himself, giving it nothing but a hug as the crimson liquid from within bloodied his hands, his clothing, his neck and face. There were still those that remained in shock, watching the oddity of such a scene breakdown. "I'm sorry." He murmured, his eyes closed in that final embrace before gently lowering her back into the snow. He peered around in desperation, up above, witnessing a singular figure that seemed all too out of place- armed with a weapon, but they were gone within a blink of an eye. Perhaps he could thank being a HRD on this occasion, for he processed them within that split second.

There was that voice in his head, and wracked him to his core. He felt as if he was losing his inorganic mind as that sound coursed through him. It wasn't pleasant, but it just so happened to be at the same time.

​He didn't leave her, he couldn't. Kole waited, in the snow, and eventually the sound of sirens consumed his attention and her body had been taken away. He was left to do nothing but sit in sorrow, and each minute, hour, day, week that went by was eating away at him as that voice persisted within his head at all times. He had a face to go off, if he could connect it, maybe he could find some peace in making sure they didn't get to live a second longer.

It was only going to take time.

 

[Lynnori Cruz]

̸̵͞͝͡ ̶͘͟͠҉ ̴̧̕͟ ̸̧̀͢͡ ̷̵̨͢͠ ̵́̀͟͞ ̷̨͘͡ ̷̶͟ ̢ ̧̕͞ ͏̶̴̧̧ ̵̷͟ ̴͘ ̴̡ ҉͡͡ ͜ ̕͞ ̨͟ ̴̶̧̧ ̸̀̀͘͜ ̵̸̡́ ͏̀ ͡҉̷̀ ̢̧̡̛ ̶̸̨͡ ̡̡͢ ̨̨̛͟҉ ̸̴̛ ̶̵̸̕͞ ̶̡̛̀̕ ̡̀ ҉͟ ̢͡ ̨́͜͝҉ ̶̸͢͜͜ ́͘ ̛ ̕͟ ̶͏҉̕͡ ͘͠ ̛̀͡ ̵̡͟͢͞ ̶ ̴͞ ́́͞ ̨̨͝ ̴̡́͢ ̶ ̢̧̨̀ ͘͡ ̴͜͠ ̸̨̛͟ ̀͠ ̶͟͢ ͡͝ ́͏҉͘ ̵̵͏̨ ̷̴̢͞ ̧̧̛́͟ ̡̕ ҉̨͟͠ ͜͏͢͏ ̢̢̛̀
Ḽ͓̦u̦̯s̝͔͙̝ṱ͖͇̠ͅ ̟̯͜F̺̩͔̖͟o̩r̝̜̩͙ ̠͉Ĺí̯̘f̷̭͚̰͇͚e͍͡ | Interacting with [member="Kole Harper"] ~ All I Want ~ "When you said your last goodbye I d͕͍̘̙͉í̫̩̲e̳d̹̮̰͇̹͍́ a little bit inside."
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What are we going to do with all this future?

"̠̹̭ͅY̧̥̱͇̼o̬̟̥̥͈̘͇u̸̮͇ ͕̩̻͚͔̯al̛w̨̫͙̥a̠͇̮͔̖y̦͔͙̬̺͙͉s̵ ͈́h̬̱̲̗a̠̲͖v̖͍͓͕e̹̞̫͍̞̟ͅ ạ̞̘̥̥̦ ṕ͍͈̭͕͕͉̫l̷̬̗a̛̜͉͓̝̗ͅn̫͔̗,͈̭̯͘ ̮̱̬͕K͉̗͔̬o͈͔̮̦̳̯͠l͏̮̠̪̱͉̬ẹ̛͖̲.̛"҉ The soft tones noted, the flash of a smile and the curling of pink fingers.

The way her arm would wrap around his torso from behind whenever she came upon him randomly, the warmth shared.

"͓̻͔͚J̪̼̝͇͈̹̖u̵̲̜s̤͔͍͞t̶̝̗ ̱̞͖̺̙͝ͅd̫̝͉͉͍o̺͖͈͡n'̪̥t ̸͔̩͎͚̰̹m̳̞a̴̤̣̼͍̪̰̗k̵̦͙̣̱̭e ͖͚̫̻͚̕i̡̲͕̳̥̤̙̯t̞̟̼͍̤͙̳ ҉a̝̦̠̪ͅ ̯̫͉s͔͘t̠̙̬̥͟ͅu̻̹̭͍͇͞p͏id̟͍̳͘ ̖͔̥̠o͏n͈͚e̼.̩̳͎̺͉͝"̻̱̻̳̠̞͡

 

[Rakaan Horne]

Orto Plutonia, Some Capital City, The Streets, Evening
Fixing | Interacting with [member="Lynnori Cruz"] ~ Sea Wall
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That voice. It never seemed to disappear, not even in the weeks after it happened. Kole had contrasting opinions on it's existence, both being thankful and hateful of it. He couldn't even begin to understand why it occurred, if everyone had felt some degree of insanity after the person you genuinely loved, even if never admitting it, had been torn from you; murdered in such a violent way. It was only a voice in his head, something that kept her present in his life even beyond her death- but he couldn't talk to her, she never responded. It came at times that made sense, and some that didn't. As unpredictable as that death itself.

Now, however, he heard it the moment he stood by the door to their temporary Orto Plutonia apartment, a slugthrowing pistol resting within his grip. Kole only stared at it, and it were those words he heard. Maybe it was a warning, advising against it, but he didn't seem to care or take that advice. He only had that bloodlust, and it was the only thing he could unleash in this pitiful existence of rage and sadness.

He ventured forth, out the door, to his speeder. He knew where he was going, and he knew what he had to do.

 

[Lynnori Cruz]

̸̵͞͝͡ ̶͘͟͠҉ ̴̧̕͟ ̸̧̀͢͡ ̷̵̨͢͠ ̵́̀͟͞ ̷̨͘͡ ̷̶͟ ̢ ̧̕͞ ͏̶̴̧̧ ̵̷͟ ̴͘ ̴̡ ҉͡͡ ͜ ̕͞ ̨͟ ̴̶̧̧ ̸̀̀͘͜ ̵̸̡́ ͏̀ ͡҉̷̀ ̢̧̡̛ ̶̸̨͡ ̡̡͢ ̨̨̛͟҉ ̸̴̛ ̶̵̸̕͞ ̶̡̛̀̕ ̡̀ ҉͟ ̢͡ ̨́͜͝҉ ̶̸͢͜͜ ́͘ ̛ ̕͟ ̶͏҉̕͡ ͘͠ ̛̀͡ ̵̡͟͢͞ ̶ ̴͞ ́́͞ ̨̨͝ ̴̡́͢ ̶ ̢̧̨̀ ͘͡ ̴͜͠ ̸̨̛͟ ̀͠ ̶͟͢ ͡͝ ́͏҉͘ ̵̵͏̨ ̷̴̢͞ ̧̧̛́͟ ̡̕ ҉̨͟͠ ͜͏͢͏ ̢̢̛̀
Ḽ͓̦u̦̯s̝͔͙̝ṱ͖͇̠ͅ ̟̯͜F̺̩͔̖͟o̩r̝̜̩͙ ̠͉Ĺí̯̘f̷̭͚̰͇͚e͍͡ | Interactì̷̛̛͘n̷͝ģ͏̀͜ with [member="Kole Harper"] ~ All I Want ~ "I lay in tears in bed͟ ̧a̶ll̕ n̨ight, alone without you by my side."
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"̰̘Y͇o̘̬̕u̲͖̯̟͔̝͡ ͍sh̟̲̮̠o̫̼͢u͓̳̫̞̫̘͇ld̪̫̲̜̩̼ ̳̞l͇̲̯͈͙̦͡ͅe̻̠͕̟̮͈̤t̛ ̢̫̥̲m̶̺͔̰͉̙͉e̝͈ ̡͉d̤̲͕̯͔͎r̢͕̼̼i̙͔̻̘̟͓v̸̺̪̫͓̮̘ḙ̶͈̤͉̺̩.̢̟̭"͍̙̞̯̱

It's unique, to imply a Droid is suffering a psychotic break of some kind. It could just be his way of handling the incredible circumstances, his way of grieving. Then again, his way of grieving was also to kill all those responsible. Then they would send more after him, and Kole would return them in body bags once more. A cycle.

Temporary.

"͕̦͕͖̰͎̥B͇̰͔̦͕̗̥͠é̞̦͎͎̤͎͕t͔̱̮͈͉̠t͈͔̰͓͖͍͎e̦͔̖̲̞̝r͕̘̭͉͘ ̴̝̘̞̪y̞͟e̵̖̣̪t̫͚,̦̩ ̶̮̻̖̪l̛e͔ṱ̺̼̼̰̮̩'͇̙s̲ ̼̗͙̳̣n͍͖̯̠̘o̢̖̦̫̭̦̯t̘͕̘͉̯͜ ̜͖gó̗͕̣ ̨̮o̜̯̳̹̟̺̯u̸̙̮̙͈̖̠t҉̖͉̮̭̝ͅ ̩̱̙̙a̵̼̘͎̟̺͇t̷͔̲̜ ̶͔͔̯͔̜a̘̳̰l̥̥̖͈̫l̖."̖

 

[Rakaan Horne]

Orto Plutonia, Some Capital City, The Streets, Evening
Fixing | Interacting with [member="Lynnori Cruz"] ~ Sea Wall
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Kole never seemed to shift in his expression, not anymore. There was always that constant, ever present, subtle frown. He typically seemed upset, but he was never going to indulge someone as to why. Kole certainly realised that he didn't have anyone else to talk to, and that he was absolutely alone. This Galaxy, so far and wide, so vast and expansive, so densely population, had left Kole entirely isolated.

The Droid slipped the keys into the ignition, it rotated once, and the lights turned themselves on, illuminating the interior. It was then, though, that he heard Lyn again. She always did enjoy driving, flying, and he always let her. If that Zeltron had a talent, it was definitely that. It almost made him grin, feel a hint of amusement, but it faded in the instant he knew that Lyn was never coming back; she was never going to drive again. Maybe he briefly thought about turning back, going home, lying down. It might not help this issue he has, but it hardly seemed to matter.

He turned it all the way, and the engine beneath roared to life. He went on his way, soaring through the cities as all those lights reflected off of his speeder and even his face. There was no distraction, for he had that drive.

 

[Lynnori Cruz]

̸̵͞͝͡ ̶͘͟͠҉ ̴̧̕͟ ̸̧̀͢͡ ̷̵̨͢͠ ̵́̀͟͞ ̷̨͘͡ ̷̶͟ ̢ ̧̕͞ ͏̶̴̧̧ ̵̷͟ ̴͘ ̴̡ ҉͡͡ ͜ ̕͞ ̨͟ ̴̶̧̧ ̸̀̀͘͜ ̵̸̡́ ͏̀ ͡҉̷̀ ̢̧̡̛ ̶̸̨͡ ̡̡͢ ̨̨̛͟҉ ̸̴̛ ̶̵̸̕͞ ̶̡̛̀̕ ̡̀ ҉͟ ̢͡ ̨́͜͝҉ ̶̸͢͜͜ ́͘ ̛ ̕͟ ̶͏҉̕͡ ͘͠ ̛̀͡ ̵̡͟͢͞ ̶ ̴͞ ́́͞ ̨̨͝ ̴̡́͢ ̶ ̢̧̨̀ ͘͡ ̴͜͠ ̸̨̛͟ ̀͠ ̶͟͢ ͡͝ ́͏҉͘ ̵̵͏̨ ̷̴̢͞ ̧̧̛́͟ ̡̕ ҉̨͟͠ ͜͏͢͏ ̢̢̛̀
Ḽ͓̦u̦̯s̝͔͙̝ṱ͖͇̠ͅ ̟̯͜F̺̩͔̖͟o̩r̝̜̩͙ ̠͉Ĺí̯̘f̷̭͚̰͇͚e͍͡ | Interacting with [member="Kole Harper"] ~ All I Want ~ "But If yo̴u lo̶v̀ed͡ ͞me, ̸wh̕y̸ ̴d̴id you leave me?"
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Snow pelted the windshield, it was dusk. She had always been fond of night.

"҉̪̰I̲̫̮̲ ̺k̡̦̭͚͔n̪̲ow̶ y̴͈o͚̦̻̞̻̠u̞̝̼̱'̫̲̤͇͔̳͕r̹͚͔͢e̻̳͇̳̟͕͠ ̶ḅu̲̘̖̯̻̝͟s̬͓̝̥̞͎̼y̗͜,͙̮̺̭̤̯̮̀" It persisted in the back of his mind, the ghost of a girl, "̡̟̞͇̰N͚̦̖͉̞̱̯o̶ͅ ͈͇̻͚̀r̬̘̳̗͎̥̱e̠̤̩̝̮̼s̷̮͔t͈̩̳̝͓͞ ͉͙̳̖̠͉f̲̮͈̪͉o̰r̻͙̫̩̜ ̬̥̟̰̲̖̬ṯhe͉̹͍̪̠ͅ ̸̼͙wì͎̮͕̩̤̥̬c̖̦k̝͎ḛ̗d̩̖̼̙͢,̲̼̜͟ ̠͚̭͍̩h̥u̴h͉̰̮?͎̮̯̜̦̜̲"̨

"̖̤̩̼͎͠O͇͕͇r͉̥̗ ̨̠̜ț̮̝̗̥h͝eͅ ͜w͓̠̬̤̦̯͜ͅé̩̮̱̬ą͕ry̧͉͉̟̖͈.͔̫̗̤͕͍"̼͔͈̟͕̙͓

Talkative. The fragments that made up this phantom must have known what was about to happen.

"̥͓ͅY̧̜̳̥͚̳o̭̳̲͚̺̼͠u'̷̺ͅr̬̰̞̖͔̘e̛̥̻̲̦̱ ̸̠̝̰̘̠̮a͕̰lw̧a̢͇y̧͈̝̼̠͔̤s̵̩͙͔̫̜ ̸̱̰͖̞h͍̕a͉̼̮̗̥̦̞n̸̮̮̻d̵̜̳̜̺͔s͚̫̳o̺̭͓͡m͍e͖̘͟ ͔̼͍w̵̬̻͈̹̥h̟͚̳̦͈͍͉͠e̕ͅn̰̣̳̰͇̭̺͞ ̙̗̳̕y̬̦̥̱͚̪̰ó̯̫u̲͔̝̤̱̬̟'͈̱̫͎̥r̭̦̳̹̮͖̗e͎̰̲͞ ̛͓f͏̳̝̳̞̪ͅoc҉̭̘̫̩͕͍ùs̼̬e̳d̮͓̥̞̞̘̻.̜͖͔̟̭̫ͅ"͇̞̖͇̮̣ͅ

 

[Rakaan Horne]

Orto Plutonia, Some Capital City, The Skies, Evening
Fixing | Interacting with [member="Lynnori Cruz"] ~ Sea Wall
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It hurt. It always hurt. It may never not hurt, and Kole was all too aware of it. Lyn existed in the back of his mind, a memory of something that haunted him- spoke to him- seemed so real despite everything that was reality. The Zeltron was dead, and nothing he heard had ever truly been real, instead a inorganic, garbled mess of memories and emotions that run rampant through his synthetic mind. It seemed as if Kole had more than a few wires crossed.

Kole diverged from the skies above. There had been everything in the skies today as he soared through the traffic above, but he didn't really have anything to lose; his driving may have been a little reckless, but in the typical 'Kole fashion' it'd be something Lyn was sure to criticise for being too slow, too careful, but it wasn't as if he was actually bad. His driving and flying had been perfectly fine, it was only ever legal. Lyn? She had that tendency to do whatever it was she liked. Ultimately, however, he settled his vehicle down to the side, parking it across the street from some building that seemed to be so incredibly lively.

He took a moment, his head bowed at a physical image. It contained only himself and Lynnori, of course taken by her whilst Kole had no real intention of being in the photo to begin with, and thus had been taken by surprise. She was smiling, and he seemed to be in embarrassment. It didn't make him smile now, though.

 

[Lynnori Cruz]

̸̵͞͝͡ ̶͘͟͠҉ ̴̧̕͟ ̸̧̀͢͡ ̷̵̨͢͠ ̵́̀͟͞ ̷̨͘͡ ̷̶͟ ̢ ̧̕͞ ͏̶̴̧̧ ̵̷͟ ̴͘ ̴̡ ҉͡͡ ͜ ̕͞ ̨͟ ̴̶̧̧ ̸̀̀͘͜ ̵̸̡́ ͏̀ ͡҉̷̀ ̢̧̡̛ ̶̸̨͡ ̡̡͢ ̨̨̛͟҉ ̸̴̛ ̶̵̸̕͞ ̶̡̛̀̕ ̡̀ ҉͟ ̢͡ ̨́͜͝҉ ̶̸͢͜͜ ́͘ ̛ ̕͟ ̶͏҉̕͡ ͘͠ ̛̀͡ ̵̡͟͢͞ ̶ ̴͞ ́́͞ ̨̨͝ ̴̡́͢ ̶ ̢̧̨̀ ͘͡ ̴͜͠ ̸̨̛͟ ̀͠ ̶͟͢ ͡͝ ́͏҉͘ ̵̵͏̨ ̷̴̢͞ ̧̧̛́͟ ̡̕ ҉̨͟͠ ͜͏͢͏ ̢̢̛̀
Ḽ͓̦u̦̯s̝͔͙̝ṱ͖͇̠ͅ ̟̯͜F̺̩͔̖͟o̩r̝̜̩͙ ̠͉Ĺí̯̘f̷̭͚̰͇͚e͍͡ | Iņter͡acting with [member="Kole Harper"] ~ All I Want ~ "Take my body̡;҉ ̶t͞ak̵e my͜ ͠body."
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"̩̻̗͎̥͙͞I͔̬̫̗͚̻̻ ̣̟̞̞l̠̮o̠͉vḛ̱ ̮̱͈̰͍͙̳͢t̡͚͍̳̠̮̦h͖͉̞̗̭͡a̫t͎̬̜̩̕ ͙̜͎̯̘̟̫p҉͍̩̠̖͚ḥ̰̯̮͠o̝t̤̟̖͎̜͡o̹͎͖ ̧̺̯̙̫o̧̗̥̩͎̹̼f ̰̲͎̠̳ͅu͏̯̠̗̻̤̰s̼̞͎͈̥.̸"

It seemed (for once) to be relevant, before deviating. Even that image was temporary. Not a hint of criticism about his driving, either. Perhaps his mind couldn't think that far ahead.

"͎̦̩̤͔ͅY̜͈̠͇͚̗̦̕ou̻͕̥̼ ̻͕̮̙̘͙͇͢lo̰o͉͉̺ͅk͞ ͚̘͖͠s͚̪͚̥͚̳ͅơ̟̩̝̦͇ͅ ͔̘̝g͔͉̙̳̠͜r̸͔̹̻͕̠u͡mp̫̥͍͓͚y͈̟̤̞͖̩̙͞,̧̰̤̫̟͉ ̣͔͇̣́t̺͎̠h͎̼̻̖̙o̙̗͓u̬͍̭̫g̳̦̻̫̠̝̩͘h̤̕.͎̝͞ ̴͉̠̭̘̱̣S҉͈͙͈̖ḿ̗̦͔̖͖i̢̫̖̦l̛͔̯e ̡͔͓̱̦̪f̘̟̺͈͇o̘͞r҉ ̖̫̖̗͈̝̳͡m̰̱̰e̮,͙̣̜͔̜̟ ̮̪̠̬̼̱͕c̗͓̺o͖͔̜̖͚ͅm̭̩̳̖̖é͔̠ ̛͇̮̱̠̮͚o̦͚n̦͕̳͖̣.͙̣̼ ̙̯̜̳͇͡T̝̮̫̖ͅh̸̗̲̥̞̜a̮ṱ̖̦͟'̼͖͓̗̣s̘̠̞̹̠̩͞ ͔b̰e͎̬̗t͇̱̰͎͢te͔͕ͅr̝̜͟.̗͍̮̰͉͜"̸̖̗̦̠͉͓

It was almost like he could feel fingers along his scalp, the sensation of her well-documented stroking that often came about in embrace. The heat of her beside him, keeping him company physically and emotionally as she often did in the interims. His apartment had become their kingdom. It had been...

Warm.

Outside it was freezing cold like she was now.

 

[Rakaan Horne]

Orto Plutonia, Some Capital City, The Place, Evening
Fixing | Interacting with [member="Lynnori Cruz"] ~ Wanna Fight
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It was time.

Kole slinked outside of his Speeder, the door opening with a hiss as a huff of steam or whatever it may be became just as visible as his breath in the freezing wind. He took a glance up into the sky above, just as her corpse had, and he felt the snow fall down onto his face. There was the weight of a weapon tugging at him, and it felt like a burden- a mistake, but he was too far gone to turn back now. Lyn was sure to never forgive him if he let them go. She would of wanted this, right? Right. It had to be.

Time seemed to slow as Kole took his steps in the direction of the dual doors ahead of him. They were nothing short of extravagant, but there was nobody to keep watch. It was late, very late. It certainly hadn't been closed, but there just weren't as many people as there was in the earlier hours of the night, or day even. The Slugthrower on his hip was an intensely heavy weight to bear, but not just physically. His placed a hand on one of the doors, and it opened with a slight creak- warm air flushed at him, collided with the freezing cold of the outside in that interim moment.

All he thought about was that Casino on Coruscant. It was their first real time working together, and so as he accidentally turned into facing a light that temporarily left him blind, all he saw was her. The clothes she was wearing, the fact they crashed afterwards, and when he slept on her lounge as his wounds healed. He never wanted her to leave that day, but maybe he was too afraid of whatever they were to ask her to stay. It made sense, especially because of their departure after the fact. There were so many things he wanted to apologise for, if he could have her back he'd only tell the truth, but it wasn't as if he was going to get that chance now.

 

[Lynnori Cruz]

̸̵͞͝͡ ̶͘͟͠҉ ̴̧̕͟ ̸̧̀͢͡ ̷̵̨͢͠ ̵́̀͟͞ ̷̨͘͡ ̷̶͟ ̢ ̧̕͞ ͏̶̴̧̧ ̵̷͟ ̴͘ ̴̡ ҉͡͡ ͜ ̕͞ ̨͟ ̴̶̧̧ ̸̀̀͘͜ ̵̸̡́ ͏̀ ͡҉̷̀ ̢̧̡̛ ̶̸̨͡ ̡̡͢ ̨̨̛͟҉ ̸̴̛ ̶̵̸̕͞ ̶̡̛̀̕ ̡̀ ҉͟ ̢͡ ̨́͜͝҉ ̶̸͢͜͜ ́͘ ̛ ̕͟ ̶͏҉̕͡ ͘͠ ̛̀͡ ̵̡͟͢͞ ̶ ̴͞ ́́͞ ̨̨͝ ̴̡́͢ ̶ ̢̧̨̀ ͘͡ ̴͜͠ ̸̨̛͟ ̀͠ ̶͟͢ ͡͝ ́͏҉͘ ̵̵͏̨ ̷̴̢͞ ̧̧̛́͟ ̡̕ ҉̨͟͠ ͜͏͢͏ ̢̢̛̀
Ḽ͓̦u̦̯s̝͔͙̝ṱ͖͇̠ͅ ̟̯͜F̺̩͔̖͟o̩r̝̜̩͙ ̠͉Ĺí̯̘f̷̭͚̰͇͚e͍͡ | Iņterac̯̪͉͓̭͝t͟ͅi̡ng with [member="Kole Harper"] ~ All I Want ~ "A̷l̕l I͟ wa͠n̴t is, all I need is."
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She had left now, at least.

"I͢ t͟hi͢nk͡,͟"̛ A sigh, "I ̴t͝h҉in̢k ̨wè s̵h҉ou̷l͝d͝ r͡eti̴re s̨o̕mew͞h͟e̴re͜ q̯̹̱͟ͅų̦̘̣̯í͓̺̼̥ͅe̴t̸̮̥̯̹̞. A͞ f͟arm͟.̸ Y̢ou're a̕ f͘arm͞bo̧y̶,͝ ar͡en͡'͡ţ y̨ou͟?"̀


Lyn would never see Arbra now.

"͏I̢'m͟ su͡r̵e͘ ͟y̛o͜u'll͏ ̕t́e͘a͘ch̨ ̸ḿe a̸ll̴ abo̸u͜t͝ f̀armin͢g.͝ B̧e̵tt͝er̵ ̀that tha̕n҉ al̶l̕ th͠i̶s b͝loo̴d̢y̷ bu̢s҉in̢ess.͘"

 

[Rakaan Horne]

Orto Plutonia, Some Capital City, The Place, Evening
Fixing | Interacting with [member="Lynnori Cruz"] ~ Wanna Fight
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Kole idly stood in this building, right by the door, for a moment. His head pivoted left, and then it had done so to the right. There wasn't a great many things to witness. Although, he had taken note of the armed guards from several different species, genders, builds, intellect, even. The patrons, of course, were the loudest of the sort. They all seemed so rich, so ready to throw away an incredulous amount of monetary savings with one fell swoop. The Droid was certain to be lying if he claimed that it didn't remind him of that Casino again. It was the tender moments that followed in which dwelled on him most. His mind didn't really care for anything but the time he spent with her, all the great moments. Their first night, the Ball, Zeltros, and everything that lay between. He enjoyed it all, but there was nothing to enjoy anymore. There was only pain.

He took note of some door, the kind that never really had a handle but swayed with the pressure applied to it- a circular manhole with some rather transparent glass was there, and as he took his steps towards Kole was able to take note of three people that sat by a smaller table, cards in their hands, stimsticks in their mouths.

​The Droid placed a hand on the door, pushing it open. They all turned their heads towards him, attempting to recognise who it was that came into their little meeting- their staff related room. It wasn't anybody they knew. This person, whoever they were, only walked towards them. His stance certainly expressed anger, and as did the features on his face- there was no denying his rage. Kole had been aware that he was stronger than most, but it wasn't due to him being robotic (as far as he knew). A firm hand slapped against the back of one of their heads, his fingers tightening around the hair that rest atop their skull. It was forced down, brought back up, down, and back up- this happened several times, and there was blood that came from the face as it did nothing but go limp. Surely he wasn't dead, but he wasn't conscious. The other two found themselves entirely taken aback, their seats grinding against the flooring beneath them as the stimsticks dropped from their mouths and they looked fearful. They weren't the hired guns, the goons, the killers, but Kole wasn't entirely rational right now.

They both froze, but then one tried to run. It closed in on the door, but Kole lunged at it's collar and yanked it backwards. That man fell to the floor, but before Kole could do anything the other attacked. It struck him in the back, hitting the right shoulder, and as a result Kole instinctively turned around. His hand snatched at a throat, driven to the ground, and something cracked. His attention was redirected to the one that almost got away. Almost. One of it's hands reached for the door, pushing it open as it continued to crawl it's way across. Kole stepped over it's soon to be corpse, reaching the other side of the door, a firm foot being launched into the door and that head was a sight to see after it found itself between the door and the doorway.

Lyn would've wanted this. It's something he had to do.

 

[Lynnori Cruz]

̸̵͞͝͡ ̶͘͟͠҉ ̴̧̕͟ ̸̧̀͢͡ ̷̵̨͢͠ ̵́̀͟͞ ̷̨͘͡ ̷̶͟ ̢ ̧̕͞ ͏̶̴̧̧ ̵̷͟ ̴͘ ̴̡ ҉͡͡ ͜ ̕͞ ̨͟ ̴̶̧̧ ̸̀̀͘͜ ̵̸̡́ ͏̀ ͡҉̷̀ ̢̧̡̛ ̶̸̨͡ ̡̡͢ ̨̨̛͟҉ ̸̴̛ ̶̵̸̕͞ ̶̡̛̀̕ ̡̀ ҉͟ ̢͡ ̨́͜͝҉ ̶̸͢͜͜ ́͘ ̛ ̕͟ ̶͏҉̕͡ ͘͠ ̛̀͡ ̵̡͟͢͞ ̶ ̴͞ ́́͞ ̨̨͝ ̴̡́͢ ̶ ̢̧̨̀ ͘͡ ̴͜͠ ̸̨̛͟ ̀͠ ̶͟͢ ͡͝ ́͏҉͘ ̵̵͏̨ ̷̴̢͞ ̧̧̛́͟ ̡̕ ҉̨͟͠ ͜͏͢͏ ̢̢̛̀
Ḽ͓̦u̦̯s̝͔͙̝ṱ͖͇̠ͅ ̟̯͜F̺̩͔̖͟o̩r̝̜̩͙ ̠͉Ĺí̯̘f̷̭͚̰͇͚e͍͡ | Interacting with [member="Kole Harper"] ~ All I Want ~ "To find somebody҉,͜ find̶ s͏o͡m҉e̷bod̴y͝."̧
————͏̷̡͠—͘͞҉̷—————̷̏̿̐͊—ͫ͗ͩ̐——————̻͙̝̝̤́̕—̰̪̬͓̠̬̼͎—̡̹͚̪͜ͅ—̴̝̖͔͕̫̣—̵͓ͅ—

Violence had always been him. She had been more of the... Foil, to all that.

"̡̫̹̤̬̱̮I̸̜f ͞w͟e̹̩̥̪̙ ͔̺̥͙̮̕s̶t̴a͖̝̮̹͔y̠̥ ̛̖̣͙̘h̩̩͎͠e̛̙͎̙̙̤̝ͅŗ̹̹e҉̹̭̳͈̭ ͕̠̪n͍̤̻͈̪̱̜o̸̹̯̦ṯ͟h̻i̛͇̘͉̭̱͚̠ṋ͔͚̝͠g̠ ̣̳̻͖̗c̳̲̪̮̯͈̝a̶̖̖ṉ̬̟̰̩̱̮ ͉̙̖̰̩g̨̹͉̜̣̭͔͇ǫ͎̮͚͙̟̹ ̷̰͇͙̥w̤̼̥̹r͝o̺̲͡n҉̰̜̞̲̲͕̮g͙̱.̷̜̩͈̯̜͇̩" The voice was so soft it seemed to be a purr.

"̶̰̤̲͚S̸̯̣͚̜o ̪̗͟s̘̺̠̗̙͚͔t̮̹̺̼ͅà̞̬̳̤̫͔̳y̻͇͖̤̹ ͚͖̻͍̰͝h̡̰e̢r̷̺e̪̮͇̘̪.̡̞̙͉̘̫͙ ̡̬̜̯̩̯̗S̴͈͎̟̫̬t̻̖͚͎̻̻́a͘y̸̥̗̗ ̟̤̹wi̞͉͙̼̕t̝̰̫h̥ ̩͉͉̤̻m̭̝̤̙̺è̗͚̗͕̦̥."̴̮͙̺͈̪͎

That bloody business continued. Temporary. It wouldn't change anything. Of course, it wouldn't.

Still wasn't here.

 

[Rakaan Horne]

Orto Plutonia, Some Capital City, The Place, Evening
Fixing | Interacting with [member="Lynnori Cruz"] ~ Wanna Fight
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It didn't seem to change anything. It was never going to, and maybe Kole knew that. He could shed all the blood in the entire Galaxy, and it wouldn't change a damn thing. That Zeltron, no matter how many stars he wished upon, was going to remain dead- maybe he kept her on ice forever, or he let her rot in the ground. Kole had to tell Nomi, she deserved to know, right? He didn't quite know how to stomach all that, though, especially with Beni; Kole didn't have a clue how close they were, but he recalled that breakfast the morning after on Zeltros and he felt a strange and unfamiliar sense of unity. Things were better then, back before he went off and got Lyn killed.

​That being, filled with, rage, turned to face the rest of the building. He was met with nothing but silence, he could hear his own heartbeat. Everyone just stared, they froze like statues, and they seemed to have a face that was met with terror. There were weapons that began to raise themselves up, though. There was one man right ahead of him, elevated, but that weapon clutched within his blue hands was unmistakable. That might have been a particular goon, since that person had an expression that was telling, almost as if it was pondering a certain familiar face.

Kole raised two hands, he seemed to be surrendering. A back-pedal taken over the corpse behind him, and a sudden dart back beneath that door. The room was torn to shreds as he dived to the floor, everything had been sliced through with metallic pellets that shred everything to hell. Kole frantically reached for his own weapon, holding it firmly within his grip as the bullets cease their hail fire. He waited, and waited, and waited. Those guests? He didn't know where they went, but those guards came in soon enough. A body struck the floor, painting the walls with their insides as that blue man struck the floor with a hearty thud. Kole shifted in the room, concealing himself behind a counter. More came in, and they received the same punishment.

The Droid didn't really have much of a plan. But he couldn't stay here, and he couldn't stay with Lyn. Maybe a part of him wanted to die, to join her in the afterlife. One he never had waiting for him.

 

[Lynnori Cruz]

̸̵͞͝͡ ̶͘͟͠҉ ̴̧̕͟ ̸̧̀͢͡ ̷̵̨͢͠ ̵́̀͟͞ ̷̨͘͡ ̷̶͟ ̢ ̧̕͞ ͏̶̴̧̧ ̵̷͟ ̴͘ ̴̡ ҉͡͡ ͜ ̕͞ ̨͟ ̴̶̧̧ ̸̀̀͘͜ ̵̸̡́ ͏̀ ͡҉̷̀ ̢̧̡̛ ̶̸̨͡ ̡̡͢ ̨̨̛͟҉ ̸̴̛ ̶̵̸̕͞ ̶̡̛̀̕ ̡̀ ҉͟ ̢͡ ̨́͜͝҉ ̶̸͢͜͜ ́͘ ̛ ̕͟ ̶͏҉̕͡ ͘͠ ̛̀͡ ̵̡͟͢͞ ̶ ̴͞ ́́͞ ̨̨͝ ̴̡́͢ ̶ ̢̧̨̀ ͘͡ ̴͜͠ ̸̨̛͟ ̀͠ ̶͟͢ ͡͝ ́͏҉͘ ̵̵͏̨ ̷̴̢͞ ̧̧̛́͟ ̡̕ ҉̨͟͠ ͜͏͢͏ ̢̢̛̀
Ḽ͓̦u̦̯s̝͔͙̝ṱ͖͇̠ͅ ̟̯͜F̺̩͔̖͟o̩r̝̜̩͙ ̠͉Ĺí̯̘f̷̭͚̰͇͚e͍͡ | Interacting w͢͢͠i҉t́̕͏h [member="Kole Harper"] ~ All I Want ~ "̛'C̀ause̶ y͡ơu ̛brought́ o͟u̸t ̕t̨h͡e͟ best of me; a part of me I'd never seen.
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This time there was nothing.

There was nothing to say to that.

Maybe she was disappointed. Maybe he was, the small part of him that had been conjuring up those platitudes to fill her̼̱̠̘̪̜̳ ͇̭̤v̖̗ͅoid̮̳ͅ.͎͔̙̮ͅ

 

[Rakaan Horne]

Orto Plutonia, Some Capital City, The Place, Evening
Fixing | Interacting with [member="Lynnori Cruz"] ~ Wanna Fight
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​There were all those things circulating his synthetic, broken mind. He didn't need to get himself in this situation, it really didn't make any rational sense to be here, but suppose Kole -- even after a week, maybe two -- really couldn't focus on anything. Everything he heard in his mind, 'better yet - lets not go out at all', 'stay here with me' it all made him think back to those decisions- decisions he made that inevitably led them down a path that left Lynnori dead in the snow. He was to blame, right? He saw it that way, and maybe he didn't deserve to live anymore, he was tired of running from everything. Maybe he grew up. It was time to face the music.

Kole sat behind that bench top, shattered glass by his feet and torn up materials that he couldn't really decipher lay splattered all over the room. There were, what, five- six corpses in this room alone? He didn't intend on becoming the seventh, but he wasn't really in as much control as he liked to believe.

He jolted as something struck him and struck him fierce, it as immediately before this loud bang interrupted his distraction. Kole felt forced to the ground even further, down on his side as his own firearm returned the favour and struck the individual that hit him dead. He managed to place a hand down over the wound, across his left abdomen. It hurt, it stung, but he could push on; the blood on his hand was only a reminder that this was all too real.

 

[Lynnori Cruz]

̸̵͞͝͡ ̶͘͟͠҉ ̴̧̕͟ ̸̧̀͢͡ ̷̵̨͢͠ ̵́̀͟͞ ̷̨͘͡ ̷̶͟ ̢ ̧̕͞ ͏̶̴̧̧ ̵̷͟ ̴͘ ̴̡ ҉͡͡ ͜ ̕͞ ̨͟ ̴̶̧̧ ̸̀̀͘͜ ̵̸̡́ ͏̀ ͡҉̷̀ ̢̧̡̛ ̶̸̨͡ ̡̡͢ ̨̨̛͟҉ ̸̴̛ ̶̵̸̕͞ ̶̡̛̀̕ ̡̀ ҉͟ ̢͡ ̨́͜͝҉ ̶̸͢͜͜ ́͘ ̛ ̕͟ ̶͏҉̕͡ ͘͠ ̛̀͡ ̵̡͟͢͞ ̶ ̴͞ ́́͞ ̨̨͝ ̴̡́͢ ̶ ̢̧̨̀ ͘͡ ̴͜͠ ̸̨̛͟ ̀͠ ̶͟͢ ͡͝ ́͏҉͘ ̵̵͏̨ ̷̴̢͞ ̧̧̛́͟ ̡̕ ҉̨͟͠ ͜͏͢͏ ̢̢̛̀
Ḽ͓̦u̦̯s̝͔͙̝ṱ͖͇̠ͅ ̟̯͜F̺̩͔̖͟o̩r̝̜̩͙ ̠͉Ĺí̯̘f̷̭͚̰͇͚e͍͡ | In̵teracting w͢͢͠i҉t́̕͏h [member="Kole Harper"] ~ All I Want ~ "You took my soul wipe̴d ͞i̵t̷ ͜c̕l̛ean, ̵o̢ur ͢l̷ov͘e was͢ ̶m͠a͟d͏e for̴ ̶movi̧e scr͘eens.
————͏̷̡͠—͘͞҉̷—————̷̏̿̐͊—ͫ͗ͩ̐——————̻͙̝̝̤́̕—̰̪̬͓̠̬̼͎—̡̹͚̪͜ͅ—̴̝̖͔͕̫̣—̵͓ͅ—

"Ma̻y̟̰͖͖̜b͎̰̰ḛ͈̱̪ ̴̺̬͎̤i̻͖̼͍t̫̤͇̺̞̮͙̀'̲͚̘s̴ ̵t̬̞̯ͅi̴͖̳̰̻͉m̯̰e̳͟ ͈̮̯͔̦̲̯f͎̦̱̙o̮͚̪̕r̨͓̲̳͙̞ ̖͔̪̤͉̙͜b̧e̻͢d̠̗̞͔.̟̘̙̣̦̻̜ ̹͎̱̮͔̥I̛t̡̬̥ͅ'́s̩̣ ̸͈ͅn͍͚e̳̹͉̝͡v͔̪͡er̘͉͟ ̗̫͕͎t̮͢o̝̲͍o̷̫̭͓̟̪ ̨eą̗̳͕r̶̜͔ḻ̴y͕͠ ̙t̝̱͚͕̬̜̫͠o͟ ͖͎͔̦͕̲s̢̖͈̪͙̺ͅl͎̹̤̕e̳̭̤̯͙͚̹e̱̺̘̩̻̜p̭,̬̣̺̱͟ ̝y̸o̜̬͉̫̠̮͍u ͜k͍͎͉̼̱no͙͠w̼̜̻̪̬̪.̹͢"̼̹̤̕ Stars knew her philosophy on that. He'd catch her sleeping as early as noon, after all.
Simply tired.

"̱̺̜̦C̗̺̜o͓̩̺m͖̘̮̜͞è͙͍̖͖͇͉ ̷̻̟͙͇͙͍on̠̟͇̰͉͔͜ͅ.̠̹̱̹̭"͙͔͞

 

[Rakaan Horne]

Orto Plutonia, Some Capital City, The Place, Evening
Fixing | Interacting with [member="Lynnori Cruz"] ~ Wanna Fight
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Kole had felt this sensation before, but it had been such a long time since then. His left hand clutched over his left side, even still has he found himself paused on the ground- laying on his side. It was warm to touch, and he felt a sense of immobility in that moment, as if he shouldn't move. It was instinctive, or something hardwired into all this baffling systems that, when placed together, created Kole Harper; K-001 wasn't going to stay down, he knew how that wasn't going to slow him down. Kole, against his better judgement, slapped a bloodied hand onto the counter in a successful attempt to pull himself onto his feet. That door they originally came through was empty, silent with traffic, and so he turned his gaze elsewhere.

The Droid had taken slower, more cautious steps forwards with his left hand returned to it's former position. His Gun aimed upwards with an arm almost entirely extended. There had been one that came in running, and the robotic snap-lock related aim moved on over to it, firing two rounds the pierced their flesh and vital organs. Then, well, then came another, and he too met the same untimely fate.

It was strange how she was the only thing on his mind, even now as he created a war zone in a desperate attempt to find some sort of forgiveness. The Casino, right? It made sense, after all; his arm had performed the same supernatural aim assist, the enhanced strength that was rather inexplainable used to kill those people from before. He was overly harsh, but he didn't feel any guilt or remorse on their end of things. For that, he truly was not sorry. Kole had become the villain he always despised. But, he couldn't see it. It was all for Lyn, it was to make her forgive his mistakes, and for her family to discover that her death had not been in vain. He was sorry, if nothing else.

There weren't all that many of them left now. His blue, synthetic eyes angled upwards. Kole saw a viewing box, or so it seemed, and it seemed to be sealed shut with thicker plated metal. Whoever was in there was surely responsible, no? He figured that was the case.