TWs throughout for gore/violence, body horror, self-harm and suicidality.


[Private to Fives and Quentin, and after a moment's waffling, Taura]

I think I need to be alone for a while.


[Private to Alec]

[Jedao is drunk, but not slurring or listing in the slightest; Alec can probably tell from his capillary response and his less inhibited anger, being an X-5, but those are the only clues.]

Did you ever even bother figuring out who maimed your brother? Did you decide you didn't care, or did you know you didn't want to know?


[Spam for Hux and Bodhi]

He feels loose and brittle at the same time, like a tray of glass shards, haphazardly collected. Sometimes the light catches the edge of the glass and spears through him, some moments he can barely breathe with emotions too tightly compressed to recognize. Some moments he feels like he's a revenant again, like he's a shadow, just eyes and darkness, just watching as he chooses his arms, conceals his weapons, except for the currently dark sword hilt at his belt, and the pencil he flips idly between his fingers, as though it were a replacement for card tricks.

It's not even an ambush. Hux will let him in. Bodhi will be gone just now. He moves.


[Spam for Luke]

Jedao is gone ragged at the edges. His boots are so quiet on the barge's polished floorboards but he smells of blood, and his soul is a flaring chaos. It's hard to parse anything: in the force, he always feels a little little standing next to a fire. But instead of the usual steady flickering hearth fire, now he is something raw and raging.


[Spam for Dom]

Jedao doesn't have weapons out, and the blood isn't stunningly lurid against his black uniform. But he hasn't bothered to wash the smear of it off his cheek, or do more than wipe his gloves, blood still drying under his bare fingernails. He's also holding himself differently than usual, a lean animal motion, unblinking, barely hunched and subtly feral.


[Spam for Solas]

He's wounded badly, now, but still on his feet, leaning some of his weight on the wall with his shoulder rather than his hand - firstly to keep his hand free to draw again, if he needs to, and secondly to avoid leaving a thin red trail.


[Spam for Rawne]

Jedao looks properly wild, now. But when he turns onto the staircase landing and sees Rawne, he just grins.


[Open Spam]

[Anyone who wants to join in can encounter Jedao looking very suspicious and violent and 1) try to stop him and get killed, 2) clearly be Concerned but not try to stop him, and end up tied up somewhere with their comm stolen to stop them from announcing that Stuff is Up, or 3) offer to help him hide bodies, however temporarily.]