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[inimicus]

Ren. Leave a message.

Be sure it's worth listening to.

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[neutronium]

By my estimation, there are eight others from our universe here.

[Hux hasn't found out that Finn is here, yet.]

Only two from our timeline. We have the highest advantage, despite being outnumbered by jedi and rebels.

[He's also trying to get around to the whole 'Lando is sort of stalking me' situation but this is a way to gauge Ren's mood.

Before ruining that mood.]

[inimicus]

[ Eight is about eight too many, but if they feel the need to start something then Ren sure as Hell will feel the need to finish it. Still, the fact was that only two of them knew anything that was really going on back home and as Hux has mentioned, it gives the general and himself the advantage.]

So far, until your ruse is figured out. I'll keep making noise until then because oddly enough when I do that they aren't looking in your direction.

[There's no sounds of destruction from Ren's apartment, though he's definitely in there.

Current mood: bored.]

[neutronium]

[He could give names, but if Ren isn't asking, he won't mention. He assumes if Ren wants to know, he'll ask.

Still--]

Rey told me to watch out for you. She wants me to spy on you. Which I find so amusing. I told her I thought it was entirely too dangerous, of course. But she seems to like me. Though being nice in text made me want to vomit.

[A beat. Because--]

One slight hiccup.

[inimicus]

Of course she'd say that. Are you going to bother feeding her false information? There isn't really much you can give her that she can't find out for herself but it's still entertaining to know that Skywalker now has an absolute idiot for an apprentice. They deserve each other.

[See, Ren's day has been alright so far. He even managed an hour of meditation. What could Hux possibly have to say that would ruin it?]

WHAT hiccup?

un: padmé; text

[democratically]

I would ask of you how directly related you are to Anakin Skywalker.

Or perhaps I should clarify as to whether it is through Luke or Leia.

text; un: kylo ren

[inimicus]

[ Blinks at this message. Ren would have been suspicious if Padmé hadn't mentioned Luke and Leia by name.

This is a thing that's unexpected even if Ren knows that his grandmother is around thanks to Hux. Best to just be honest; Anakin already knows anyway.]

I was Leia's son.

[democratically]

[Truthfully, she had expected a bit more if a hassle to get the answer.

But Leia's son... Leia's son. The baby girl whom she had only held for such a brief time.

Which does lead to her next question.]

And do you know who I am?

After the Leia incident

[neutronium]

[Hux is already at home, sitting on the couch, some classical music playing on the radio. He picked up a book on ancient Rome and their military tactics, which he is currently perusing.

Though something tells him, that tonight isn't going to be a good night. He isn't Force sensitive, but even he believes in instincts, and his rarely steer him wrong. There's a storm brewing.

Or perhaps he's simply being paranoid. But something feels off.]

blanket warning for everything ~

[inimicus]

[Ren is pretty certain that everything in Eudio was designed to push him to the edge. The conversation with is mother had gone alright for the most part, but Leia had gotten more information out of him than he had wanted to give away. After she had left, Ren had spent more time stewing over it than he should have, trying to kill off the small piece of him that wasn't unhappy that the talk had even happened. It only served to make the young man even more furious and by the time he gets back to the lodgings he shares with the General he could just about curdle milk with a single look.

Of course Hux is sat there like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. It had to be such a hard existence for someone like the General of the First Order. So mundane.

Ren stalks past the man, expression completely baleful as his lips peel back from his teeth in a silent snarl. He gets as far as the kitchen before he remembers how Leia had pointed out he was her son no matter what and just that thought alone is enough to have Ren reaching out to swipe a small pile of plates off the counter with a loud smash.]

[neutronium]

[Sure enough, when the door open, all it takes is Hux's eyes lighting on the man's face to know something bad has happened. He freezes, but doesn't let anything change on his face yet. Instead, he takes in everything, glass-green eyes following every movement, every change in expression--the snarl, the dark eyes.

And then when he can't see him any more, even with his head turned, he closes his eyes, and counts three, two, one--

--and there is the sound of crashing plates. Well. At least it isn't his lightsaber yet. Hux lets out a breath and finally closes his book, smoothing his long fingers over the cover, wishing for a moment he had his gloves on. They give him a feeling of control, one he truly needs in this moment.

But going to get them in his bedroom would seem strange, and also probably make Ren feel that Hux is preparing for a battle. And that is not what this is about.

So instead, Hux runs a hand through his hair and moves to stand, moving with sure, careful steps towards the kitchen. Whatever set this off...this explosion has been coming for a long time. His own frustrations have yet to build to this point (thankfully), but he doesn't have the same stressors. His grandfather hasn't rejected him, and his parents aren't here. Includingone he killed.

Ren has more to deal with than any one person could truly handle--and while Ren has handled it well so far...this was bound to happen, sooner or later.

Plates are a minor sacrifice. As long as Hux can keep Ren from doing anything to get Ren removed from the city, that's all that matters.

Brow furrowing slightly, he stands just outside the entrance to the kitchen, keeping his hands at his sides (hands behind his back would be a poor choice right now). Everything Hux does right now needs to be--as much as he hates to say it--calculated, instinctual.

He knows how to deal with Ren. He isn't scared, as others might be--perhaps he should be scared. But Hux has always been able to stare in to the abyss (even the abyss of Snoke) and watch the abyss stare back, without any true fear. Glimmers, occasionally, but never anything that struck him with terror. Not like others.

Perhaps it is from knowing Ren for so long...or something else. Who knows.

But right now, he needs to find out what is the trigger.]

What happened?

[Simple, easy. It could be the wrong question. Sarcasm could have been the right choice--but he has a feeling sarcasm, at this juncture, would have gotten him actually choked.]

[notimeforsorrow]

[ continued from here ]

[ this arrives in his inbox some moments later: ]

You really don't think I'm the type to just stand there and hope, do you?

[inimicus]

[ Ren's been expecting it.]

I don't see what else you can do.

[notimeforsorrow]

Don't underestimate what I or anyone else can do when they're resourceful enough.

text; 4/3

[picksthenames]

ok so that sisyphus guy on the network? hes evil.

[ This is him warning the pot about the kettle, he's aware of that. But his heart is racing, so he's turning to those he thinks might be able to protect him. ]

hes from my world, and he killed me. well, sort of. its a long story.

basically i need a favor, is what im saying.

text;

[inimicus]

[ This is probably the most interest text Ren has received all week.]

For the record I am not some hired bodyguard slash thug.

Off the record, what do you need doing to him?

text;

[picksthenames]

and im not a toaster repairman.

nothing thatll get you kicked out. but just. if it gets bad, let me text you an sos and you can, idk, choke him a little bit?

[ Honestly he's interested which will with, the speedforce or the Force force. ]

text; user ID: scxvenger

[sensitively]

I have bad news. About chickens.

text; user ID: kylo ren

[inimicus]

Chickens? What about them?

i'm so sorry for this dorky text

[sensitively]

We've been misled. They have only two legs and two wings among each. I just thought you should know. [ much disappoint. many sadness. ]

But perhaps eating many of them, as we did, gives us the strength that we'd thought a single one held.

[ ...this is the most awkward consolation that's ever been written, congrats, Ren. ]

video | un: hope

[notimeforsorrow]

I see that you've returned from your little romp in the forest.

Video

[inimicus]

[By 'romp' she doesn't mean....

Linefaces.]

It was training, not a romp.

[notimeforsorrow]

[His little field trip, his excursion, his sabbatical - whatever the hell he wanted to call it.]

Have you been sufficiently shot at, then?

Text; after the convo with mitaka

[neutronium]

Are you in the house.

[He can check the tracking device to tell where Ren is easily enough but that isn't the point of this. Just a simple yes will suffice.

He's halfway home already.]

[inimicus]

[ Now what is going on?]

For once.

[neutronium]

[Only answer he needs. And he's not providing any other reply. Within fifteen minutes he's striding through the door, closing it behind him and locking it with a swift click, jacket and back placed on the table.

Hux presses his lips together, gloved fingers slowly rolling his sleeves up to his elbows as he stalks forward, not saying a word, his jaw set.]