sith_happened: (Anakin: from behind)
First there was only light: bright, beautiful, incandescent light. It surrounded him, and bound him, and held the universe together.

I am.

Then there was awareness. He was everywhere and everything--he was grains of sand on Tatooine and drops of water in a lake on Naboo, he was the trees on Endor and the metal sneer on the Emperor's mouth as his statue crashed to the ground on Imperial Center.

...But that wasn't entirely right.

I am...Anakin Skywalker.

He reached out, trying to see his son's face, to hear his daughter's laughter more clearly...and touched glass. And Force knew Obi-Wan's ghost had been fastidious about sitting down when he'd visited, but Anakin was fairly certain that he wasn't supposed to be able to feel things quite this obviously.

He opened his eyes.

And found himself floating in a Spaarti cloning cylinder. There was only one place in the galaxy where there had been a clone left of his old body.

Byss.

One of the most intensely Dark Side planets in the galaxy.

I am Anakin Skywalker...and I am so, so screwed.

ExpandDid you really think he was gone? )
sith_happened: (Vader: soft profile)
Vader was in his office.

Alone.

On Valentine's Day.

Does "in a mood" even have to be mentioned?

The door was cracked open.

[OOC: Open for new mentees as well, though I am working tomorrow, so slow play is love. Conversation contents that occur with Aeryn and Rory NFB.]
sith_happened: (badass)
Vader was in his office, unpacking his latest collection of breakable things from Ikea.

Amazing, really, how many he'd broken over the last few months.

Except not really.

The door was open.
sith_happened: (Default)
Vader's mood had not improved as the week had progressed and tomorrow he would have to face a bunch of his idiot students' idiot parents.

And he was trying very hard not to remember his last Parents' Weekend in Fandom. Those memories brought up feelings that were a lot like regret.

So he was sitting in his room brooding sulking meditating.

As you do when you're an anti-social, evil, Sith Lord.

[OOC: Radio squirrels--as far as you can tell, Vader is raging nonsensically at absolutely nothing. Oh, this'll do wonders for his reputation...]

Enter Lord Vader (Track 11) - John Williams
sith_happened: (Vader: facepalm)
Vader had pushed his old desk against the wall next to a neat stack of boxes from the Isle of Ikea.

Now he was looking at the thousands of small parts for his new desk, carefully examining the instructions, and wishing he could kill something.

Again, not so terribly unusual for him.

[OOC: Open!]
sith_happened: (vader hand outstretched)
The employees on the Isle of Ikea were used to seeing the unusual fairly regularly but the modified TIE fighter landing on the roof of the building was new.

As was the person who emerged from it.

And the questions he asked.

Why exactly did he want to know how wind resistance would affect the Gustav desk? It was a desk. And while each of them had a lamp they preferred, what was one person going to do with 50 Mylonits?

His answer about the nice sound they made when they broke was not comforting. Especially when he picked out a few hundred Fragil vases as well.

But his credit card went through and he seemed particularly enamored with the Swedish meatballs, so the employees didn't ask any questions.

At least until he was well out of earshot, TIE winging its way back towards Fandom.

"What the hell was that?"

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