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Characters: Ben (marrymarajade ), Genius (man_genius , and Ben's other (youhavenoname ); later Vimes (stonyfaced )
Date/Time: Feb 22
Location: The Clinic, and high in the branches of the tree
Rating: PG-13? R? Somewhere in between?
Summary: (Ben's other kidnaps Genius in order to force a final confrontation with Ben... who has been age-regressed to a point where he's blind, and anyway doesn't know very many defensive or offensive Force techniques. This will end well.)
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Ben's first thought on waking was that it was too early. He'd put up dark curtains, but some light always came through. His second thought, after consulting his time sense, was that it was morning. And his eyes were open now, but receiving nothing; even when he stood up, groped his way to the curtains, and pushed them wide, he saw only darkness.
It was a little unsettling. He spent some time taking stock, reaching into his own body with the Force. His eyes had been damaged. Rather badly damaged. They were healing, at least, but there wasn't the medical technology here to make it certain, complete, and quick. While he was there, soon enough he checked and found that his right hand wasn't mechanical, his left leg didn't have that slight stiffness it often had in the morning, and when he touched his face he found it smoother-skinned than usual.
Younger again, though not as much so as last time. So. He'd been blinded as a young man.
Ben could compensate very handily with the Force. Still, he thought as he tied a cloth over his useless eyes, still, it was probably good that he was off work today.
He wondered how his other was handling this. There had been a week and two days - seven days total - when he'd seen his other every day, even multiple times a day. But not in the past few.
Date/Time: Feb 22
Location: The Clinic, and high in the branches of the tree
Rating: PG-13? R? Somewhere in between?
Summary: (Ben's other kidnaps Genius in order to force a final confrontation with Ben... who has been age-regressed to a point where he's blind, and anyway doesn't know very many defensive or offensive Force techniques. This will end well.)
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Ben's first thought on waking was that it was too early. He'd put up dark curtains, but some light always came through. His second thought, after consulting his time sense, was that it was morning. And his eyes were open now, but receiving nothing; even when he stood up, groped his way to the curtains, and pushed them wide, he saw only darkness.
It was a little unsettling. He spent some time taking stock, reaching into his own body with the Force. His eyes had been damaged. Rather badly damaged. They were healing, at least, but there wasn't the medical technology here to make it certain, complete, and quick. While he was there, soon enough he checked and found that his right hand wasn't mechanical, his left leg didn't have that slight stiffness it often had in the morning, and when he touched his face he found it smoother-skinned than usual.
Younger again, though not as much so as last time. So. He'd been blinded as a young man.
Ben could compensate very handily with the Force. Still, he thought as he tied a cloth over his useless eyes, still, it was probably good that he was off work today.
He wondered how his other was handling this. There had been a week and two days - seven days total - when he'd seen his other every day, even multiple times a day. But not in the past few.