#also angsty

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Ok so. This is going to be a thing for a bit. Casting out snippets like letting off steam. You are all helping me NOT to publish yet and actually write and build up more story. Thank you.

Piett as Jedi:

And Plo knew he had located the source of the despair he’d felt.

He locked the speeder and moved smoothly up the alley to the square. There were balloons and the smell of fried foods from stalls all around. An acrobatic being with four arms was bowing before jogging from the stage and the announcer—a Mirialan—turned to the crowd as two new beings were shoved onto the platform.

“And now, gentle beings. What you’ve all been waiting for! Astonishing feats of power! Death defying magic! No tricks here. This is the real deal!”

Plo stood on the edge of the crowd, his height allowing him an unobstructed view of the proceedings.

A young woman of perhaps eighteen with a long blonde braid was chained at the other end of the stage. She was white and frightened—no acting there, but the crowd didn’t seem to be able to see that.

A cage was brought up on a grav sled containing an asssyriak. It spat and snarled, its long razor claws making an awful scraping sound against the bars.

The girl shuddered, her eyes on the being on the other end of the platform.

It was a human boy of perhaps nine or ten. He was slight and looked utterly miserable as he watched the cage move into place at the back of the stage. He was unfettered, but a strange collar was fitted around his neck and even as Plo watched, the boy met the eyes of another man standing at the back of the stage and he shook his head a little.

The man’s face was stone, but he moved his hand a little as though pressing a button and the boy stiffened immediately.

And Plo felt his pain in the Force.

A shock collar. Anger stirred righteously in his chest, but he must not give in to that. He was not here to kill or cause a scene.

“And now, gentle beings,” declared the Mirialan, “our young magician will save Flicia from a terrible, mangled DEATH!”

He stepped onto a floating platform and it zipped up and above the stage as the cage was opened remotely.

Plo watched a clear force field go up to protect the crowd from the asssyriak as it sprang forth from its confines, snapping and drooling. It had been starved, Plo could see from its visible ribs, and it sniffed the air, considering the boy for a moment before it turned to the more helpless prey at the end of the stage.

Gasps and tension filled the crowd as the predator began to pad forward, its long claws clicking on the wood of the platform.

The girl swallowed and looked beyond the creature to the boy who raised panicked eyes to hers.

He wasn’t sure what to do, Plo realized. He wasn’t trained. There was no conscious touch in the Force. Plo flexed his own fingers, prepared to stop this awful performance when the asssyriak sprang and people in the crowd shrieked in delighted terror.

The boy yelled at the same time and flung up his hands instinctually.

The animal froze in midair, hovering over the girl and twisting in an invisible hold.

Well.

Plo felt the strain the child was under. Could see those skinny arms trembling with effort while the crowd applauded and cheered.

“Kill it,” ordered the man at the back of the stage.

And the boy hesitated, pity in that thin little face.

Plo understood. The creature was merely following its instinct. It had clearly been captured and tortured to entertain the multitudes.

Erasure.

Created with the DNA of a legendary deceased heroine and the DNA of her greatest foe. All in attempts to recreate the seventh user's powerful quirk; One for All.

Instead, they got a broken little boy with a quirk can erase quirks with his dark, small eyes.

How unfortunate.

For all of those Killiance fans

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Tara isn't like anyone Denise has ever known. Maybe that's what makes her so precious.

A rough idea as I decided to practice with pattern

You enchanted me with your voice and songs

                                                                                I’m sorry

Your eyes had bored into my soul 

sparking something long thought dead

                                                                              I’m sorry

Your kisses, warm and tender

as you breathed into me new life

                                                                            I’m sorry

Your hands with their soft caresses

leaving me but putty in your hands 

                                                                           I’m sorry

You have been my world

and I wish I could continue to be yours

                                                                      I am so sorry my nightingale

I love you with all that I am

From now into eternity