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revivalproject2020-05-07 03:05 am
kallig) wrote in revivalproject2020-05-07 03:05 am
Open Log [7]
WHO: Altair Kallig & Open
WHERE: Somewhere on the outskirts of the city
WHAT: A certain conversation made the Sith Lord angry and Sith Lord's gonna Sith Lord.
WHEN: Backdated to sometime before sunrise at the beginning of May.
WARNINGS: Mentions of xenophobia, slavery. Also, a very pissed off Sith Lord. Will update if more pops up.
Maybe it was stupid to let those words affect him as much as they did. Maybe it was stupid that his anger hadn't dissipated at all since then, burning in him the same way it had when he'd been younger. Maybe he should just quietly deal with it, bury his rage deep to draw on later, but... To him, to deny using someone's name was the same as denying that they were a person.
And though logically, he understood that this situation was different, to have someone refuse to call him by name because they thought he didn't deserve it, even without knowing the sort of person he was, having that done, said, it... Made every instance of that exact treatment play in the back of his mind. All the people calling him a slave, who saw him as an item to be bought and sold, or who saw a filthy alien who didn't know his place, instead of a thinking, feeling person.
He knew it wasn't about that. He knew it logically, but feelings weren't exactly logical.
No matter his pacing, no matter what he did or where he went, his anger wouldn't settle.
So eventually he'd trekked out to the edge of Temba, sometime before the sun came up, the sky still relatively dark. If a conversation with Hux, pacing, and trying to deny that he was angry wouldn't settle his rage, then perhaps some destruction would.
He found some buildings that looked about ready to come down already, and with an angry swipe of a hand, used the Force, shattering every window that had still been intact, the glass raining down on the ground below- another swipe was enough to collapse half of one building, the sound of creaking and twisting metal shrieking, rubble and dust hitting the street. Another tug had the building coming down entirely.
The Sith paced with every use of the Force, another aggressive tug bringing another building partially down, Force lightning creeping up the crumbling walls, shattering more glass.
Yes, this was a good way to work some energy out. Even if perhaps there would be questions and calls to his comm, and maybe a few people coming his way to see what was going on.
This was still preferable to letting his anger linger any longer.
(OOC: Feel free to blow up his communicator with messages of "Wtf Altair???" or trek out to him, he'll be there a while!)
WHERE: Somewhere on the outskirts of the city
WHAT: A certain conversation made the Sith Lord angry and Sith Lord's gonna Sith Lord.
WHEN: Backdated to sometime before sunrise at the beginning of May.
WARNINGS: Mentions of xenophobia, slavery. Also, a very pissed off Sith Lord. Will update if more pops up.
Maybe it was stupid to let those words affect him as much as they did. Maybe it was stupid that his anger hadn't dissipated at all since then, burning in him the same way it had when he'd been younger. Maybe he should just quietly deal with it, bury his rage deep to draw on later, but... To him, to deny using someone's name was the same as denying that they were a person.
And though logically, he understood that this situation was different, to have someone refuse to call him by name because they thought he didn't deserve it, even without knowing the sort of person he was, having that done, said, it... Made every instance of that exact treatment play in the back of his mind. All the people calling him a slave, who saw him as an item to be bought and sold, or who saw a filthy alien who didn't know his place, instead of a thinking, feeling person.
He knew it wasn't about that. He knew it logically, but feelings weren't exactly logical.
No matter his pacing, no matter what he did or where he went, his anger wouldn't settle.
So eventually he'd trekked out to the edge of Temba, sometime before the sun came up, the sky still relatively dark. If a conversation with Hux, pacing, and trying to deny that he was angry wouldn't settle his rage, then perhaps some destruction would.
He found some buildings that looked about ready to come down already, and with an angry swipe of a hand, used the Force, shattering every window that had still been intact, the glass raining down on the ground below- another swipe was enough to collapse half of one building, the sound of creaking and twisting metal shrieking, rubble and dust hitting the street. Another tug had the building coming down entirely.
The Sith paced with every use of the Force, another aggressive tug bringing another building partially down, Force lightning creeping up the crumbling walls, shattering more glass.
Yes, this was a good way to work some energy out. Even if perhaps there would be questions and calls to his comm, and maybe a few people coming his way to see what was going on.
This was still preferable to letting his anger linger any longer.
(OOC: Feel free to blow up his communicator with messages of "Wtf Altair???" or trek out to him, he'll be there a while!)
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For Altair or the other residents, however convinced he was he didn't want to hurt people.
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He shook his head, with a deep sigh, swiping a hand through his hair to push it out of his face. It was stupid. It wasn't like he didn't know that.
It was dangerous. He knew that too.
It was unhealthy. He knew.
"Lost my temper. Whatever you may believe about me, I don't actually lose it that often. But I think you'd be angry too, if someone suggested you lack empathy."
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He knew both of those things, both that this rage wasn't helpful, and that he'd been concerned had someone else decided to take their anger out like this. He knew it all.
"I don't think I have anything to prove to him though. If he wants to think that I am without care for others, he's welcome to do so. He just... Pushed every button he could, is all. Not intentionally, I know..."
Emotions weren't logical. His anger wasn't.
And he was winding down some, now.
"I'm calmer now. Slightly. I'm sorry."
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Billy's calm, but firm, almost shadowing his parents or Cap during a lecture.
"Maybe you should talk this out with whoever upset you instead of letting it eat away at you, mm? You said it wasn't intentional, so...seems like the adult thing to do would be to hash things out."
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The response was rather immediate, and very much showed that he wasn't as old as one might think from the way he usually acted, nor as mature.
"I said him pushing my buttons wasn't intentional. Him being a jerk was."