maskormenacelogs | (closed) rise of buggles

WHO: Ezra and Hux
WHERE: De Chima probably
WHEN: Around Halloween
WHAT: Hux's new powers make lying harder
WARNINGS: N/A

[Ezra's on his way to some Halloween party, hosted by one of his old coworkers from the poetry slam. He's excited, since pretty much every aspect of this holiday seemingly appeals to him from the costumes to the orange-colored everything. For today, he's opted for a rather simple costume, one of his classics. Given the popularity of imPorts, it's easy enough for him to find costumes from his galaxy, even if they're not 100% accurate.

Take this scout trooper costume, for example. While Rex would argue all of the Imperial uniforms have sight issues, this one seems even worse than the real deal. Anyone would miss with this on their head, stormtrooper or not. As he walks down the street, he tries to adjust the helmet, as if that make things any better.

It doesn't, which is quickly proven when he doesn't notice the person right in front of him and walks into them. He adjusts it again, and okay, he sees enough now. This is not good. Not that he couldn't handle himself, but it's not great. His feelings swirl together, a mix of not quite fear but maybe embarrassment and tiredness but still a little on edge.

Hoping to just brush it off and move on, he gives a small salute and keeps walking forward as if that didn't happen.]

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[Hux was not exactly thrilled with the colder weather. It didn't help that he got cold easily and he pulled on his gloves. There were many people in costumes passing him by and he could sense their emotions which were passing. Happiness, excitement, nothing that caught his attention.

But he stopped when a scout trooper passed by him. Embarrassment, there was something on edge. He turned around, trying to pick through the emotions he was feeling from the other. Something that made him curious.]

Stop. Who are you?

[Well, karabast. He stops and turns back towards Hux cause it would probably be weirder to keep going at this point, right?]

Uh. [Ezra lowers his voice slightly, putting on some approximation of an Imperial accent and hoping the helmet muffles him enough.] Just a guy. Going to a party. Name's Kallus. ... who are you?

[While nerves are at the front of his emotions, if Hux digs any deeper, there's an ever present anger because wow, it sucks having to "get along" with people from the Empire or the new, fake Empire.]

[He didn't recognize the name but he recognized the accent. Had another Imperial showed up without him realizing? He didn't respond right away, taking a step towards Ezra as he picked through his emotions one by one. Nervous...but then there is anger. Kallus doesn't seem to be confused at all.]

You're angry, not confused. I have a feeling you know exactly who I am.

Nope! Not angry! Just really late for this party, you know how it is!

[He holds his hands up as if to say hey, no threat here! But then he realizes something.]

Uh... what makes you say that, anyways?

[The accent is slipping a little, whoops.]

It's not exactly subtle.

[He can hear the slips in the accent, the clues that it's not natural or as well-practiced. He didn't back down though, staring at Ezra curiously.]

Who am I to you? You must be from the same galaxy if you're angry at me. Or maybe you've heard about me from Dameron.

[Ezra sighs, then takes the helmet off and holds it at his hip. He's annoyed more than anything, which is obvious from one look at him.]

Literally, what are you talking about when you say it's not subtle? I barely even said anything to you. I mean, I'm trying to stay out of your way like we agreed?

[Of course it's Ezra. Just his luck.

He nearly rolled his eyes at feeling the annoyance but it's the anger that got his attention. That and the nervousness.]

It's strong, I can feel it coming off of you as if you hit me in the face. Do you always broadcast it?

I'm not a Sith, so no, I don't broadcast it.

[He's just Sith-ish occasionally. And maybe especially when it comes to people like Hux.]

I still don't understand, though. What do you mean, you can feel it?

I can feel it coming from you. You're angry about something, especially when you looked at me.

[He wondered if Jedi weren't allowed to feel angry. It seemed ridiculous to forbid certain emotions and perhaps that was the downfall of the Jedi. He knew how strong emotions could be.]

It's like I'm feeling it too.

You make it sound like you're Force sensitive or something.

[Which he's not, since Ezra would be able to sense that. So... a Force-like power?]

But... good, I guess. What you're feeling, that's how I feel about the Empire. And if that's the anger we're talking about, I kinda do broadcast it. I mean, I am a rebel.

I hope not. My documents didn't state anything related to the Force but I can still sense your emotions.

[The Force was one power he didn't want. He had seen enough firsthand with having to deal with Kylo Ren's powers that he wanted no part of it.]

But you still carry that with you here?

[Connection is Ezra's strongest area of the Force, which Hux doesn't need to know. At the same time, it doesn't truly seem as if he's connecting, rather having a connection thrust on him with no real communication.]

I've been fighting a war my entire life. It'd be kinda hard not to. The Empire took away my home, my family, everything.

[Coupled with the feeling of anger is an overwhelming sense of loss, the two always together, always with him.]

Not that you'd care about that, even with your powers. Were you even alive when the Empire was in power?

[The emotions coming from Ezra were not entirely different than his own anger about when the New Republic and rebels took his home and life away when he was a child.

The siege of Arkanis was a memory that had stuck with him even decades later. Aside from dealing with Brendol, he remembered being happy on Arkanis but all that had changed when they had left to join the remanents of the Empire in exile.]

I was a child when the Empire fell and the rebels took my home, my family, and everything. You're not the only one who has lost something.

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