hadriel_logs | Even though your hate for me is strong (OTA)

A. There was only so long that Kylo could take being in an enclosed space with Hux. The two of them had been plotting each other's deaths for weeks now and had carried out at least a few half-hearted attempts. But today, Kylo couldn't stand it any longer. After yet another idiotic arguement about the proper way to make a bed, he'd put on his mask and stormed out, slamming the door to punctuate the end of his arguement. Who only knew what their neighbors thought of the two of them?

He stomped down the stairs, looking as his feet landed on each one as if he was five seconds away from murdering someone at any moment. It was best not to test that theory.

B. As Kylo made his way through Hadriel, his temper began to fizzle out. There was only so long he could keep his rage around him before he couldn't even remember why he was angry to begin with. Well, while he was out, at least he could pick up supplies for the apartment. Hux wouldn't know how to cook if the food jumped out of the fridge and into a pot on the stove, so it was up to Kylo to make sure that they didn't starve.

The shop ahead looked promising. As he made his way towards it, he had the sensation of a pair of eyes on him. Scanning the streets, he saw no one. He turned around three hundred and sixty degrees and still saw nobody. With an impatient growl, his voice distorted through the mask's vocoder, he said, "Come on out. I know you're there." He wasn't in the mood to play games.

C. Was there really a reason he was doing this? The woman who called herself Fulcrum had fascinated him from the start. She was a Force user but wasn't a Jedi. She was much more centered than he was. He could feel her balance in stark contrast to the turmoil he felt within. As with anything in Kylo's life, when he didn't fully understand something, it frustrated him. That frustration turned into anger and there was only one way to get it out of himself.

He tracked Ahsoka down, approaching her with a purposeful step. When he was about ten feet away, he ignited his lightsaber. The blade seemed to match its owner, unstable and crackling in ways that it shouldn't have been doing. He pointed it at the former Jedi. "Defend yourself," was all the warning he gave before he raised it high, aiming with a downward slash towards her face.

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[Stubborn man. Maketh folds her arms across her chest, frowning at him.] Do you want my information or not?

[Stubborn, short-tempered, and with immense power at his fingertips. It's the triple threat.]

Fine. I'll play nice.

[He says bitingly. The unspoken words 'For now' seem to hang in the air. It's in a Sith's nature to destroy things around them. Kylo will only go so long before feeling that pull once again.]

[For now. And so long as she doesn't damage his ego too much. Maketh grimaces, already getting flashbacks to the Academy.] Clearly you can fight with the Force. I assume your master has taught you other things as well. The Inquisitor had a trick that allowed him to move great distances in a moment. He called it a flash-step. Obviously it was practical in combat, but it had other uses as well. You know how to do that?

[For a moment, Kylo considers Maketh is lying to him. But she knows any falsehood would be the end of her. His mind flickers to Snoke. Could it be possible that this was something his master didn't know about? No, that couldn't be so. The Supreme Leader was wise and knew all about the Force.The other possibility was that this was knowledge he was deliberately holding back from Kylo. That was even more disturbing. Why would he want to keep the Knight from his true potential?

A small part of him, that he didn't want to acknowledge, knew why. He was using Kylo for his power, just as his family had always warned him. He pushed that knowledge deep down. He'd think about that tomorrow.]

...No. [That was all he said, the flat tones of the vocodor betraying nothing. Only another Force-sensitive would've been able to detect the turmoil within.]

[Maketh blinks, taken aback before she can think to hide it.] You don't--all right. Well. I can explain the theory to you. I think that would sufficient, for now.

[That's the first time he's seen Maketh looking less than in control and it's gratifying. People like her and Hux, who always are composed and never lose their tempers, they grate on him.]

Then get to it.

[He says with impatience.]

[Impatient, isn't he? The Inquisitor had been more patient. The Inquisitor had also possessed the singularly unpleasant habit of terrorizing her storm troopers when he was bored. Maketh isn't sure which is worse.]

Fine. I assume you know how to do a Force jump, then? Propel yourself forward higher than should be possible and then land without maiming yourself?

You assume correctly.

[Now that he's interested, he's listening intently, without any of his usual sardonic commentary to get in the way. When it comes to the Force, Kylo takes no chances.]

[Good. Maketh nods.]

The principal is the same, just...smaller. More controlled. You want to go to one place, on level ground, and you want to do it when your enemy is not looking. Get behind them without knocking them over in the process.

I think I understand.

[At least it'll give him something to think upon in this place and practice instead of focusing on his destructive tendencies. Kylo can be barely tolerable when he's not focused entirely on his anger.]

[This is perhaps the strangest thing she's ever done. Instructing Kylo Ren in the art of the Force. A master and someone who can't even sense it. How utterly mad. Yet here they are. Maketh just shakes her head.]

Good. Practice, I suppose. Or whatever it is you do. If you uphold your end of the bargain, I'll tell you more.

[Time will tell if she's just made an alliance or an awful mistake.]

I'll keep my word.

[Kylo wasn't the sort to break what he had promised just because it suited his nature. There had to be a reason, something that would allow him to gain greater power. But Maketh was holding up her end of the deal and so he would do the same for as long as he could.]

[Maybe he will, more likely he'll hold true until he sees an advantage in doing otherwise. Maketh nods just once. It's what she expected. She can't trust someone like Kylo Ren. It's a mistake to treat him as anything but a threat. At best, she's delayed him for a while.] Good. I will see to my duties, then.

[She's not keen to continue this interaction. As it stands, she's lucky to still be breathing.]

Even though your hate for me is strong (OTA)

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