Anakin Skywalker (
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fandomtownies2006-08-31 11:49 am
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The Park [after sunset]
Though the TIE fighter and trailing shuttle had landed in Fandom early in the morning, the sun had set before the Stormtroopers had found a place in town and moved all of Darth Vader's belongings from the shuttle to his room at 33 Apocalypse Avenue.
Dark Lords don't carry their own bags, after all, and setting up the meditation chamber took time. It didn't mean that Darth Vader was pleased by the delay.
After a brief pause to inflict some discipline—fortunately, more Stormtroopers had come to Fandom than were necessary to pilot the shuttle back home—Vader finally began his trip towards his new accomodations.
He glanced around as he wandered through town. Strange that so little had changed in twenty-five years. Caritas was where he remembered and he could smell the zombie band from the street, All and Sundries was still open, and the radio station didn't seem to have been torched by an angry mob. The trees hadn't even gotten any taller. Of course, Vader reflected, this being Fandom, it was entirely possible that they had been burned down and replanted. Or that he'd remembered Fandom as being better, bigger and more perfect than it had actually been.
His cape skimmed across the grass as he stalked into the park. He hadn't wanted to remember Fandom at all, but he'd long since learned in the service of the Emperor that what he wanted and what he would get were sometimes vastly different.
It had been decades and anyone he'd might be hoping to avoid had long since graduated and moved on with her--their, he hastily corrected—lives.
As if summoned by that memory, a yapping blur of a puppy went flying past.
Vader was suddenly very glad that his breathing was regulated.
"Vladdie," an exasperated voice called, and Vader turned around and looked down into a pair of blue eyes he'd spent years trying to forget.
[OOC: Vader's here for Rory but if you *really* want to meet the evil mouth breather....]
Dark Lords don't carry their own bags, after all, and setting up the meditation chamber took time. It didn't mean that Darth Vader was pleased by the delay.
After a brief pause to inflict some discipline—fortunately, more Stormtroopers had come to Fandom than were necessary to pilot the shuttle back home—Vader finally began his trip towards his new accomodations.
He glanced around as he wandered through town. Strange that so little had changed in twenty-five years. Caritas was where he remembered and he could smell the zombie band from the street, All and Sundries was still open, and the radio station didn't seem to have been torched by an angry mob. The trees hadn't even gotten any taller. Of course, Vader reflected, this being Fandom, it was entirely possible that they had been burned down and replanted. Or that he'd remembered Fandom as being better, bigger and more perfect than it had actually been.
His cape skimmed across the grass as he stalked into the park. He hadn't wanted to remember Fandom at all, but he'd long since learned in the service of the Emperor that what he wanted and what he would get were sometimes vastly different.
It had been decades and anyone he'd might be hoping to avoid had long since graduated and moved on with her--their, he hastily corrected—lives.
As if summoned by that memory, a yapping blur of a puppy went flying past.
Vader was suddenly very glad that his breathing was regulated.
"Vladdie," an exasperated voice called, and Vader turned around and looked down into a pair of blue eyes he'd spent years trying to forget.
[OOC: Vader's here for Rory but if you *really* want to meet the evil mouth breather....]

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"Oh," she breathed. "Um. I'm - I'm sorry. It's just...my dog - are you new?"
No, that didn't make a whole lot of sense.
She was a little startled.
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"I am Darth Vader," he said aloud.
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He didn't take her hand.
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"Oh, beg your pardon, terribly sorry." he said genially, though he did wonder what had happened to put this man in such a bad mood.
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No, it didn't matter to him that he might have been at fault.
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"Just remember that you blend in rather well with the darkness." clark advised calmly.
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To say that Vader was unhappy would have been the grossest of understatments.
The ducks in the pond took flight. Finding somewhere else to be right now seemed like a great idea. They were thinking...Antartica.
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"Oh! I'm sorry, I almost didn't see you in time!"
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Old Man was not so sure he was inclined to maintain his usual mellow demeanor around this guy and shifted his weight uncomfortably.
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Sith Lords don't normally do small talk.
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Perhaps even a Dark Lord of the Sith would have sworn that when he last looked, the catboy wasn't sitting there.
"Who are you?" Schrodinger asked. "And why are you breathing so weird?"
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He paused. "Or warning."
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[[Be as violent as you like to Schrodinger. Seriously. Cut his head off, force choke him, whatever. He's basically unkillable.]]
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He reached a hand out, intent on Force-choking the being in front of him.
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