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CHARACTERS: Kylo Ren and YOU
DATE: Early October.
WARNINGS: Potential roughhousing
SUMMARY: Fighting crime isn't really his schtick, but its an easy way to fix an anger problem.

[His father was a smuggler, once. When he was young, Han Solo had told him stories until he grew too old to be impressed by them any longer. It had been a simpler time. That period of life had been short.

Years as an enforcer of the First Order's will had put him in contact with enough people who knew how to put up a fight for their lives. Kylo Ren cannot be told to stay within city limits -- he'd always been free to roam the galaxy, whenever his presence was not needed for one thing or another, and he isn't about to be tied down because of a few so-called bandits.

He's already encountered one group of them near one of the mines and had dealt with them when they had made the mistake of attempting to turn on him. This is when he addresses the Audentes at large, but he doesn't vacate the area quickly. After all, he hardly reached city limits before coming in contact with them. Perhaps there were more -- and so he hunts, lightsaber in hand but deactivated.

But the moment he hears or senses someone get to close to him, he will hold it out and threaten with its activation, regardless of who comes up on him.]

I am busy.

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No, I do not.

[Optimistic, aren't we? He pauses long enough to give the horizon a scan, until he spots one of the aforementioned lizards a little farther off. Its not a pack of bandits to kick around, but its something to do that will keep him out of his own head for a bit.

He nods in said direction.]

You may try.

[!!!

That sure is a good piece of news, to which Aang responds with enthusiasm, head immediately lifting up and an excited grin spreading across his face.]

Lizards!

[Like penguins, but way better. (Maybe?) He takes a step forward then pauses, head swinging back towards Kylo Ren.]

You should come too!

[Ren pauses for a long moment, glancing back in the direction he had originally come from before stepping down to follow the boy. One of his own steps would likely cover six of Aang's -- but:]

I was headed in that direction anyway.

[Exploration is exploration, even with a teenager in tow.]

[It's enough of an assent for Aang, whose grin reappears at the sudden prospect of a new friend with which to go lizard-riding in these most trying of times with. (A friend with a dangerous glowstick, admittedly, but hey he's dealt with worse.)

It's also enough of an assent for Aang to resume his chatter, childish voice tumbling through all the possibilities that lie before them now as he bounces his way forward and towards the promise of lizards in the distance.]

Great! Have you ever been lizard-riding before? —Do you even have giant lizards where you come from? I was talking to this other guy, I don't remember what his name was, but he didn't have giant lizards where he comes from and he also didn't have elephant koi. He didn't even know what elephant koi were! He thought they had tusks and big ears and—

[He's gonna keep going like this until he's stopped...]

No. [A beat.] Yes.

[Ren doesn't more questions after that, and instead just follows along with his usual angry march. But, given that he is a man with no social skills and hardly any patience, he quickly grows tired of the prattling and stops walking.

His voice is more of an irritated growl; oops.]

You speak too much. Stop.

[And stop Aang does, though perhaps not in the way Kylo Ren would have liked. He pivots on his heel, spinning to look back with an expression of annoyance.]

More like you don't talk enough. Are you always this quiet?

[Where's the fun in that?]