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CHARACTERS: Petre, open to everyone.
WHERE: Station 72
WHEN: day 166 onward.
SUMMARY: Petre fucks around, he's bored and you're his entertainment, probably.
WARNINGS: He swears and says inappropriate things; if there are themes to his character you'd like me to avoid, let me know here.

NESTING DECK | WHY WON'T YOU TALK TO ME
[ Hard to say where Petre spends most of his time, but this is the first place he remembers seeing after his world burned before his eyes, so it seems logical to him to come here for answers. There are none, of course, even when he directly addresses the symbiote that doesn't even bother to answer back in words. There will be things along the lines of the following: ]

(Hey, can you hear me?)
(You could answer, you're in my head, stupid.)
(Do you even have a name?)
(You're useless.)

[ Because he's a smart cookie, of course. Whatever. He crosses his arms, kicks at whatever he finds that's grounded to the floor, and wanders around to see if there's anyone he can wake up to actually have a conversation with. ]

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TRAINING WING | JUST KEEP SWIMMING
[ People who have been around him will know this: Petre used to be a human boy, was turned into a demon and taught how to fight by his partner Diana, since she created him to become a sidekick in a war against gods. For that he knows how to pick up a weapon or other, but anyone seeing him actually practicing with or without one will find that he's extremely crude and prefers brutality over technique. Seriously, it's almost sad to watch.

Otherwise, he'll be shedding his clothes and jumping into the pool wearing nothing but twink-sized briefs. There's the possibility he may use his heat-inducing powers to make the water warmer. And warmer. Until he's actually pretty damn hot, at least if you come close enough. You're... welcome? ]

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RECREATIONAL WING | NETFLIX AND THRILL
[ The boy is extremely disorganized. Just peek into his brain to see that his thoughts are a bit chaotic, so much that even his symbiote seems to present a little difficulty quieting things down. It still feels comfortable in his brain, though, for what it's worth, but sadly it does not prevent the kid from being extremely bored. He knows he likes pop culture, from the few things he's bothered to learn about the world outside a war against the divine, which he prefers in the form of easy-to-consume things, such as movies. Do they exist?! That is the question.

So he'll go to the library and start taking out whatever material he finds there. Absolutely do not count on him to put a single thing back in place. ]

Do they have horror movies here? I want those.

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[ If Petre is intimidated, he pointedly tries to show he's not, standing his ground with crossed arms and an attempt to keep his lips neutral, when in truth he simply purses them with the building tension. Fear isn't... something he knows, unless he's driven to extreme situations, and even then his brain just clicks and sends him into berserk mode right away. This is different, though. Heavy, dark, like something's clamping down on his eardrums.

Then the mask, with its little functions and ensuing sounds, reveals what would almost look like a gentle face, were it not for the scar. Petre's features are just as deceitful whenever he refrains from grimacing, or grinning like an utter maniac. In this case, he finally releases a breath and smirks triumphantly. ]

You're just some guy.

[ Nothing to be afraid of. Not! That he was! Or anything!! ]

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Am I?

[For a moment— brief and fleeting— Ren's mouth twists upwards into a mirrored grin, though the hardness in his jawline makes it seem anything but sincere.]

And what are you, I wonder. [Not a malicious question, but a thoughtful one: a chance to evaluate whether or not it's fear that has Petre so rallied, or pride.]

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Me?

[ He keeps the brat levels at maximum, so sure that what comes next will have any effect at all. ]

I'm a demon.

sorry for the slowness; this week has been unkind!!

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[That, he's heard before - each world has its monsters and myths, its demons that strike fear into the hearts of children (and occasionally adults who he imagines should know better) but the claim comes with curiosity on Ren's part: it's the first time someone so young and ill equipped has thought to employ it with a startling amount of conviction.

His mouth twitches upwards at the corner, eyes narrowing as he cants his head.] Is that so?

I can't imagine your symbiote is taking that news well.

i feel u brosis. worry not and welcome back!

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Who cares what my symbiote thinks.

[ Petre has clearly taken well to the whole. Be part of a big space family thing. ]

It can't even talk back.

[ Petre, apparently, only sees an equal in someone who can do that... and even then. He does feel mighty superior now. ]

ty ty!

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All the more reason to consider it. [What a child you are, Petre. Not that Ren has much room to talk but whatever]

Those who talk little tend to act more.

[You know, like him.]

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Yeah, well, who says you can't have it both ways.

[ Suits him to say he can totally do it all! Or have it all. Greed works more like the latter than the former. ]

So you think you do a lot, is that it.

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I think it is irrelevant. [The hard snap of a conversation cut clean — or in this case, the tangible train of thought that bound them both together. He waits a moment, eyes sharp, searching:]

I think you're lost. Unmoored. [The Force is a focus; he narrows it down, skimming the surface for any emotions that might well up like blood from a wound.] Most here dislike the symbiote simply for existing but you—

You seem different.

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[ Well. It's not that he really hates it, because it's not really doing anything there - he'd have just about as many reasons to hate Satan because of the brainwashing done to him in order to turn him into this tiny monster. He just thinks it's utterly stupid because it's useless, and has yet to show him any palpable display of power. Power he can at least sort of respect. ]

... What does that mean? 'Unmoored'.

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Detached. Unbound. [What even is the technical definition Ren wonders having spent 80% of his youth with his hippie uncle; gdi Uncle Luke you ruined his life] Adrift, as a ship would be with no navigational systems.

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Well - I am right now, yeah. [ And apparently admitting it makes him uncomfortable. ] I actually had a mission back where I was. There's nothing to do here anymore.

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Untrue. [It's a sentiment he understands too well, after all: his own arrival had been peppered with urgency and rage, violent outbursts that led directly to his attack on Cathaway and her subsequent backlash. Within the confines of his own galaxy he'd had purpose, he'd been wanted - it wasn't until Cathaway forced open his eyes that he realized before him lay an even greater opportunity.

In that, perhaps, they are alike.]

Tell me, what was your purpose?

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[ There's almost surprise in his reluctance, like the interest Kylo's taken with his questions is somehow going to amount to a trap. It could very well be true; people are prone to making fun of Petre for looking so young, for spitting all his vicious nonsense, and for just. Being himself. By the time they realize he's an actual monster, he's already got his teeth deep in their throat.

Boy's got issues. And just like that he decides to redirect his defensiveness, back to seasoning his speech with pride. ]

I killed gods.

[ Helped Diana kills gods. He was more of a demon sidekick, really. ]

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[Gods are many things to many people: sometimes they deserve the titles they claim, other times they simply exist - unremarkable, false and frail and victims of circumstance rather than truly divine. He thinks briefly of C-3P0 and how the ewoks had fawned and wailed in adoration.

He thinks a moment later that they were disgusting, and that his childhood trips to Endor while Leia assisted in cleaning up the Imperial scraps were the worst.]

And what of the Nest? Did She tell you why you're here?

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[ To the people of his Earth, gods were their saviors. Demons were running wild when they'd turned to the old deities to come back. Once the world was cleared of evil, it gave place to dictators who warred amongst themselves, who demanded worship and granted powers to those who would help enforce their rules. Ironic that a group of humans would turn to the Devil to kick the gods back out. Sigh, humanity. ]

... Because I was gonna die? Something was trying to get to me or whatever, so they picked me up.

[ Because he's sure there's going to be a point to this, even if he hasn't a clue what it will be. Petre would be irritated if he did, but he's still irritated that he doesn't. ]

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And when something hunts you— haunts you— what is it that you do?

[A power capable of toppling gods, traversing worlds within the span of a handful of seconds and devouring everything in its path - were their enemy not so hellbent on ending their collective lives, Ren would admire its power. In truth, beneath stubborn devotion upheld, he does regardless.

—How could he not?]

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[ He doesn't like the question. He doesn't like what it implies, even if Kylo is absorbed in his own answer, his own reasoning. Petre being here means that he couldn't make it stop, and while he is perfectly aware of how much more powerful Diana is, he can't help feeling the sting of his own powerlessness. ]

I -

[ Silence. ]

I've never been hunted before. People never got the chance.

[ Wherever he went, those who could oppose him would be slaughtered. They took no prisoners. The Devil wasn't interested in them - She was interested in growing her army of demons back in Hell. ]

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[That...isn't what Ren had expected. His own childhood wasn't all fantasy; he knows what it is to be physically sheltered from the storm, and yet there's something inherently strange to his mind about a boy that speaks (with honesty so apparent it might as well be standing right beside them both) of killing without enemies. The world rarely works so cleanly.]

You end it. [The syllables are sharp, punctuated by a heat that's distant and coiled within Ren's chest. He can still hear the low hum of Starkiller's oscillator working in the cold, when he's alone— still feels the rough scrape of warm fingertips and it's an infection better off cut clean at the root.]

They thought they could kill you. [An insult. A crime.] How could you not want to make them choke on it?

[What better purpose is there than that?]

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[ Those words work on him so well that he might as well be using one of Petre's personal favorite tricks. Impel, as they called it - taking a person's sins and twisting them however they pleased, leading said person to agree to their orders. It was easier than a snap of his fingers, and it often led Petre to get away with a lot more than just murder without anyone else realizing it.

If the same were happening here, Petre wouldn't have the slightest clue either. What he knows is that he likes it - the words, the seething heat behind them. It's the closest he's felt to being back home. ]

- that's why we're here?

[ For revenge, not just salvation? ]

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That's why I'm here. [You, Petre, he won't speak for. It's a decision meant to be made by the individual rather than the whole - the sort of dedication that comes from aching need, rather than convenience or morality (mostly because frankly, fuck that reasoning).] What you choose to do with your rebirth is no one else's decision but your own.

[Let no one else on the Station tell you otherwise.]

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I was - I've already been reborn. [ But he pulls a face at that; it's the wrong word. ] Turned.

[ The flash of Diana's face flickers lightly in his thoughts, and the ache he thought he couldn't (wouldn't have to) ever feel makes his heart a little smaller. He misses her. He doesn't know how to be without her.

So he clings on to the familiarity of the promise in Kylo's words. Not quite the choice he made when Diana offered to save his life if he gave up his soul, but Petre likes to think he's become stronger since. This could just be the next step.

With a glance to his side, he sets his jaw and thins his lips. After a pause he finally nods, revealing a new presence in his eyes. ]

... Okay. Yeah. I want to make them choke.

[ Eventually he'll want a lot more, and there might not be anyone around to control that. ]