MENTAL LINK - DAY 166;

[narcissithstic]

[By now, most aboard the station find it easy to recognize the abrasive dig of Kylo Ren's mind, even in its most innocuous state. For those that aren't, however, enjoy your daily dose of discomfort, punctuated by the vastness of the universe itself:]

(I require the assistance of someone capable of mending clothing.)

[...ok, that actually could have been way worse.]

Comments

[whowhatnow]

[Oh, if it isn't his old friend, Mister I HAVE A MASK AND I THINK I'M COOL AND DARK AND SCARY. Nice. He would ignore the message usually, but now he's just bored, and it's interesting to see what the heck is going on with this guy.]

What happened? Tripped on your robes on the way down the stairs? Really, I had a feeling those things were too long.

[narcissithstic]

Prince happened.

[That's it, that's what you're getting, Nathaniel— well, that and a sharp, burrowing headache, at least.] The shoulder seam has been damaged.



[And then, belatedly:] I did not trip.

[whowhatnow]

Ooh, got on his bad side, huh?

[He replies, with the tone of someone who totally would've seen the whole thing and sold popcorn to his fellow broodmates to enjoy the whole spectacle.]

That's it, though? Just the seam? That doesn't sound too terrible to me, like, the sleeve's not falling off, is it?

[circumspector]

[ she's keeping most of herself to herself. Mostly it's a stray thought that she doesnt mean to respond with all faintly surprised, but- ]

there's no digistruct?

[apparently not. She was going to miss that.]

oh, I mean no, sorry.

[narcissithstic]

[There's only a brief pressure for it - an instinctive move to take the answers he needs rather than to ask for them. Still, Angel has done nothing to warrant cruelty: he stills his own thoughts before responding, tepidly.]

What is that.

[circumspector]

[ It's all misery and light and dulled flicker under there, even when brushed too much. Though it's retreated from. Rather she replaces it, brings to mind items being made out of pure data. Divert him away, and gives her distraction. ]

( Digital Construction. You code in an item, and through particular equipment, it constructs it, almost out of air it seems like. Anything can be coded in, organic or synthetic. )

[adamance]

( Were you harmed? )

[There is a hint of agitation that underlies her tone, in part due to her connection to Ahsoka. But she can't figure out precisely why she feels this way, so she ignores it, assuming it comes from a source that she can't figure out.

She's been meaning to seek out Ren again, and it feels all the more important after the Prince's condescending message.

(For that's all she sees it as: him condescending to them to include them in his own failures.)]

[narcissithstic]

No. [Prince was eager to stall the fight, not exacerbate it. Unnecessary as it seemed at the time, and quick as it came before their departure, Ren was too preoccupied to tend to the damaged state of his own robes.

The wounds the scavenger had left him with, Cathaway herself had seen to.]

You've nothing to fear - I'm not so fragile as that.

[adamance]

I wasn't afraid.

[Lexa doesn't know if her clarification comes from a place of agitation or understanding. Either way, she hopes that he recognizes that she's not so sentimental.]

I can't offer you the skill you're requesting, but I believe we should meet.

[decommission]

( I can show you how. )

[ How to mend clothes.

He's not doing it for you. ]

[narcissithstic]

No

[Disgusting, Steve. What kind of Sith Lord stitches their own clothing? If he wanted to do that, he'd have just drawn on the memories he'd stolen from the scavenger instead.]

[decommission]

[ No response other than the mental equivalent of a shrug.

Enjoy your torn robes then, butthole. ]

[apoptotic]

[ he's not going to give ren the pleasure. he won't. ]

( Pricked a finger? )

[ anakin, you didn't even try. ]

[narcissithstic]

Amusing.

[Coming from Anakin Skywalker, there's a slight chance that isn't even sarcasm.] But no.

Have you spoken with her?

[apoptotic]

( I speak with her often. )

[ they're roommates, after all.

technically, the hangar is one room. ]

[vocalis]

[ That dig is familiar, not as raging as last time but unmistakable, and some hosts are more susceptible to head pain than others. Ok no, mostly just Aoba. You'd think he would be more used to it, but he's still not when it comes to jabbing from outside of his own head. ]

Ow!

...

Seriously? Do you have to dig for something as easy as sewing?

[ That was so anticlimactic even the fractured part of his mind is unimpressed. ]

[narcissithstic]

Are you offering to assist or not.

[Scold him all you like, Aoba, he can't hear you. I mean he can, but he doesn't care. So...]

[vocalis]

[ Switching from scolding, how about sassing? ]

If I do, will it make you shut up?

[ Wait. Wait that sounds like he might be conditionally agreeing to help. But he already thought it, and his flaring temper holds too steadily for him to regret anything just yet. ]

[frakkincylons]

( Ow. )

[ he was napping, asshole. ]

( You're the worst alarm clock. )

[ whatever, he probably needed to get up soon anyway. training or something. blah. ]

( I stitched a patch once? If you don't have any other offers. ) [ considering his dazzling personality and all. ]

[narcissithstic]

A patch.

[The rest he ignores. of course he is dazzling, Sam, he is the Force incarnate]

[frakkincylons]

Beggars, choosers, etcetera. I did say in case you didn't have anyone else.

[ so don't be a bitch, kylie. ]

[exhuxperation]

( ...Ren? Must you be so aggravatingly loud? )

[ Ren's message is clear, like the clanging of bells. It cuts through the haze of sleep–

Wait, when did he fall asleep? ]

[narcissithstic]

I see you rested well.

[And for the record: yes. Yes, he always must be.]

[erbier]

( How goes your search. )

[ She doesn't offer, if he wants it to be done by her, he'll let her know. ]

[narcissithstic]

Painful. But not without success.

[He would prefer it done by her hand - should Aoba prove inadequate, she will be the one he calls on to reverse the damage.]

I trust your garden is faring well.