event . mental link and action options open

[inflori]

[ So, you were totally bored, right. Petre knows he is. He's also pissed off at Ilde, who dared!! To treat him like the utter child he is, and so he's been out for revenge. He's not the greatest of schemers (not a schemer at all tbh) and his first idea is pretty much what he goes with: find her precious plants and burn them to the ground. Just a few, not all of them. Enough to leave a little mark and let her know it was him.

She's not the only one who visits the gardens, though. So feel free to see this horrible message and be rightfully offended. Maybe you can even feel vestiges of his presence, or the giggling of self-satisfaction at his own mischief hanging in the air, blended in with the smell or burnt flowers. ]

[ This will be open to mental link things if you wanna yell at him, or just pick action and go after his scrawny ass in case you find out who done it. He'll be anywhere and everywhere every now and then; he roams a lot and doesn't stay long. ]

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[frakkincylons]

[ Sam almost jumps when there's suddenly Kylo Ren and he's shouting like he caught a couple kids pulling each others' hair. which... isn't entirely inaccurate. just, with blood. as sam still has the jagged cuts on the side of each arm from petre's claws. (which are still weird). ]

( Thank you. )

[ sent to Ren, though Sam's still looking a bit weirded out by the dude in a toaster mask yelling at him like his mom. that sam realizes wasn't actually his mom. life is weird. either way, he's obediently heading over to him at 'with me', feeling a little guilty about all this. he was supposed to be the good one in this brood, wasn't he? woops. and then there's this skinny bitch still talking shit. turning back to him as he's heading for the door, Sam holds his hands up in a shrug. ]

We've got a lunch date. [ as if Kylo Ren does lunch dates ] Sorry, man, I'd invite you, but, we really just don't like you.

[narcissithstic]

[Take a wild guess who, Petre— oh wait you did, and it was 900% correct.

Ren's mask shifts over by slight degrees in a silent acknowledgement as Sam slinks closer; it's the closest he comes to a response without bothering to form any single, coherent thought beyond what near-volatile emotion blisters beneath his skin, chafing. This isn't for Sam, it's for Cathaway — for Ilde.

For himself, really, despite what restraint he's forced to use.

And then Sam is speaking again, just as Ren's attention drifts towards Petre instead, snapped back in an immediate, unmistakable instant:] We have no date.

[You requested an Uber pick up, Sam, you didn't say anything about him taking you to lunch or spending time together. And with that ultimatum tactfully drawn, Kylo Ren turns on his heel to leave, clearly expecting his broodmate to follow suit.]

Be glad She craves no further conflict.

[inflori]

Ugh.

[ is all he has to say to these bitches, because he's still convinced he has nothing to be afraid of. Apparently his memory is no greater than a goldfish. Who had to experience a nuclear explosion in its head through mental link, lame. ]

Get a room before you start making out.

[frakkincylons]

Way to throw off my shit-talk, man.

[ Ren, you're bad at this game.

Also, you're still mad at him about the Cathaway thing, aren't you? Come on, dude, he said he was sorry. Either way, with his Uber flouncing his emo self out of the room, Sam's letting out a sigh, and trekking along after him, passingly pointing to Little Miss Sunshine and his demon claws as he slips out of the doorway. ]

Stay golden, kid.

[narcissithstic]

If I cared, I would apologize. [Yes. And yes. Sorry, Sam, saying Ren holds grudges is the understatement of the century, regardless of any forced brood bonds: he grips grudges by the throat, clings to them at night, and then years later stabs said grudges right through the dead center of their earnest, apologetic chests.

'I'm sorry' has never done much to take the edge off.]

[frakkincylons]

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