sololoquy | (no subject)

[NEW PHONE WHO DIS.]

Of course you weren't.
You don't know anything about me.

With the attitude of yours I've got to wonder if anyone knows you.

I mean, ever.

[Yeah he's using "know" as a euphemism there, Kylo.]

[1. You're not wrong.]

Is that meant to insult me?
I do not require that anyone "know" me.

[We aren't so good with the euphemisms here in the First Order.]

Did you miss the briefing on what our stated mission here is?

What does that have to do with it?

[Have mercy.]

[What's mercy, can you drink it?]

This is too priceless. You have no idea whatsoever what I'm talking about, do you.

[Probably? It's also probably alcoholic.]

Start speaking directly, or stop speaking.

I can be very direct.

You're a virgin.

Aren't you?

No.
I am not.

[But he definitely was before he got here. :^)]

[If they were face to face he probably would've been unable to stop himself from the dubious "Really?" that wants to escape there. Ah, well. He still finds it out hard to believe, but he supposes given where they are, and the wide range of personalities and levels of mental stability present among the volunteers, there may very well have been someone who shrugged and said why not, or somehow found him perversely likable, or took him pity on him--

Oh. Oh.

...Really, poppet? He wishes he could be more surprised.]

Bet you a quid that's a highly recent development though.

What is a quid?

[He's angry facing really hard somewhere right now, so Shaw is definitely missing out on that satisfaction. He is NOT going to give him the pleasure of confirmation.]

A nicker of readies.

[And now he's just being extra obnoxious. Also he is completely convinced, personally, that he knows exactly what happened. It would just be the cherry (ha) on top to get Kylo to admit it.]

YOU ARE JUST SAYING WORDS.

Remind me to teach you how to play Mornington Crescent sometime. I think you'll love it.

[Kylo Ren is sufficiently riled in that he does not reply, because Shaw is still just saying words and he still refuses to admit that he was a sad and repressed virgin for a very long time.]

[Normally at this point he'd walk away laughing, in essence, but no. Far as he's concerned this conversation has just gotten started.]

Sorry, you still there?

Think your chip must be malfunctioning, Ren. First all caps-lock and then nothing. You might have to ask ROSIE to give you a brain scan.

[He is not calm, but he's at least numb enough not to caps lock again right away.]

You have nothing of merit to say to me.
Go away.

You know you're just giving it away that I got to you, right?

Come on. You can try a bit harder than that. If there's one thing I saw the other night it's that you can be bloody stubborn.

You may have also noticed that I have a very minimal amount of patience.
And I do not understand why you are contacting me.

Perhaps I want to get to know you better. Since you seem to think I have no idea what I'm talking about.

I don't think that you have no idea what you're talking about.
I KNOW that you don't have any idea what you're talking about.

[....but like, also kind of curious if he's telling the truth.]

What makes you think I will be of any use to you?

[Because he's also not a COMPLETE idiot. "Get to know you better" is just a euphemism for "I want to figure out how useful you are". Carla already mapped that one out for him.]

[It's so cute how he tries to join them in the manipulation game and successfully toddles these very first steps. Somebody, get the camera.]

A couple of reasons. One, we have a mutual companion, that's always a good jumping off point.

Two, we might have a mutual cause. Not that I believe for one second you're concerned about the same issues that your lady-love is, but I'd bet another quid - which is slang for a pound, which is basic currency in my country of origin, by the by - that you're going to be roped into wherever she's going and whatever she's doing anyway.

Three, there's something about you that I'm still trying to figure out. You have secrets, and potential. I have an interest in both of those.

Four, you amuse me. Simple as that.

[Wow. He can't use the Force to detect lies with text, not really -- but its hard to read all of that and imagine Shaw is lying to him. He'd gain nothing from it.]

She is NOT your companion.

[Lets just. Get that out of the way. Chest beating and all.]

You want to know who I am? I will tell you.
My name is Kylo Ren. I am the Master of the Knights of Ren. My life is sworn to the First Order, and its duty to bring Order to the galaxy at all costs.

Nothing of who I am matters here.
And it did not matter to the last organization I conscripted with either.

I think she's allowed to have friends. Take it up with her if you like, but I can tell you already what that answer's likely going to be.

[Look he can already tell whatever their deal is, it is one heck of a hot mess. But he still remembers Rey's fire the first time they spoke. Her faith in what's right. She may let Ren do a lot of things, but he doubts she'll let him control her utterly.]

You're wrong. It does matter. But we'll come back to that. Does the notion bother you?

I have had several years to get used to it.

[A noncommittal 'yes'.]

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