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[teetheyes]

Dear Cori,

This is it, Cori. This is all that there is; I know it’s hard. I hope that by the time you’ve gotten this letter, you’ve started to move on, but maybe that’s too much to ask. I know that’s the problem with eternity. Mundies have it much easier, as if they don’t take as long to get over things.

But if it means anything to you.

I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything. I was never really very sexual, and I still don’t consider myself very sexual, because there’s only one person I really ever have sex with. You open me up, you see me whole. You appreciate the fighter and the musician and you know, you’ve always known, that despite the fact that I don’t want this war, that I had to go. And most importantly, you’re satisfied with the office clerk in me, the boy who never was good at love or glory or passion. You’re satisfied with that, and that is the greatest gift you could ever give me.

So I can only give you everything of me.

It’s very late, while I’m writing this. It’s very quiet in the house, and you’re fast asleep. I’m crying because I can’t bear to think of how lonely you’ll be. I don’t want you to be lonely, Cori.

I said if you ever treated me badly I’d put you in the doghouse; and I still adhere to that. But you’ve been the most loyal and loving nightmare I’ve ever known (nevermind you’re the only nightmare I’ve ever known) and with the exception of a few rare instances of your brilliant idiocy, I’ve never wanted you out of my life.

I will remember you forever. Even if I die at war, even if I cannot dream, even if I live until the sun dies, I will remember you.

You’ve put part of me at peace, and I will always be with you.

After this letter, there isn’t much left to keep you engaged, but I hope that hunting for them, looking for them has kept you from being miserable. Please try and be okay, Cori. Let someone else in. Friendship can only help.

Love,

Boy Blue

I despise you.

[ooc: Strikeouts NOT there. Thing from Constantine dead buried in the middle of the street, except it's not quite real so he's even more pissed! Approach with caution.]

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//somebody called the fuzz//

[knightambition.livejournal.com]

[Obi-Wan has never met this nightmare, but he respects Luke's knowledge of him. He raised a careful eyebrow at Luke, letting him know that he was on board - as little damage as possible was preferable.]

//somebody called the fuzz//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[He turns around, knowing they were there before he even saw them, but the Corinthian knows their reflexes and instincts are just as sharp. He simply pinches his glasses.

He wants to pick a fight. And he does. The balisong flips out and he's already rushing for Obi-Wan first, because that one has never spoken to him before.]

//somebody called the fuzz//

[knightbalanced.livejournal.com]

[Luke doesn't flinch, but he does grimace a little bit. He thinks of the Corinthian as a friend on their better days, but he can't really let them engage each other - and Obi-Wan might hurt Cori with a lightsaber. So he exhales, letting the Force wind around him and out, quickly setting up an invisible, solid wall in front of Cori. Sorry, man.]

//somebody called the fuzz//

[knightambition.livejournal.com]

[He's already turning to let the blow go by as the wall sets up]

We're not going to harm you.

[Well, he's trying]

//somebody called the fuzz//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[CRASH. Oh that hurts. The Corinthian stumbles back but he hasn't dropped his knife, though his sunglasses have fallen off. He doesn't care much for those.]

Fuck you. Take it down.

[He growls at the pair, referring to the shield. He wants to fight.]

//somebody called the fuzz//

[knightbalanced.livejournal.com]

Cori, calm down.

[Luke's voice is even and calm. He's trying to reach out to him with the Force, but who knows if that has any effect on nightmares.]

You have to relax, and stop. I need you to think for a minute. Just go home, let it go.

[He's got to give him a shot. Obi-Wan will know that. If he refuses, then, well. They'll move on.]

//somebody called the fuzz//

[knightambition.livejournal.com]

[He's too busy puzzling out what the HECK is Cori. He's still absurdly calm, however.]

Relax. We won't harm you.

//somebody called the fuzz//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

No.

[He growls at Luke. The Corinthian can feel the Force fingering its way into his conscious, but he's a nightmare who functions as a mirror. He does what he can to use metaphorical glass and black metal to shut that shit out. The two opposing forces are like white noise in his ears and it only irritates him further.]

Take it down!

[He knows this has no effect, but he strikes at the shield anyway, just him and his knife and his rage.]

//somebody called the fuzz//

[knightbalanced.livejournal.com]

[He withdraws with the Force, not particularly enjoying being that close to how angry Cori is, and looks over at Obi-Wan again, speaking quietly enough for just the other Jedi to hear.]

All right, take him down, try not to hurt him.

[Luke steps forward to engage him, his lightsaber in his right hand and ignited in an instant, and that barrier is gone.]

//somebody called the fuzz//

[knightambition.livejournal.com]

[Obi-Wan nodded - he understood that, at least, not hurting someone, and his lightsaber lit up in the same instant. He took a moment to change the setting to lower - low enough to cause burns, but not to cut through through Cori's flesh.]

This is your last chance to reconsider.

//somebody called the fuzz//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Paragons of justice aren't they? They know when to push forward and when to reel back, when to fight fair and when to fight dirty. He hates them because he's reminded of black feathers and that color. Where is Matthew Cable now?]

Fuck your mercy.

[He hisses and his eyeteeth rasp as he charges the pair, knife in hand. He's quick and agile, just not quick and agile enough.]

//somebody called the fuzz//

[knightbalanced.livejournal.com]

[Luke's lightsaber doesn't have the merciful setting, actually (but it works underwater!), so when Cori charges and Luke neatly flicks the green glowing blade at the knife, he's lucky he has superb aim.]

//somebody called the fuzz//

[knightambition.livejournal.com]

[Obi-Wan is going more for the legs, turning faster than Cori, with the aid of the Force.]

//somebody called the fuzz//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[The hot light cuts his knife in two and the Corinthian lets go of it before his hand can burn from the easily warmed metal. It's just enough time for him to swing a heavy and solid fist for Luke's face. He seems to not care that Obi-Wan's saber is slashing across the back of his knees. He wants one solid hit, just blood before his legs buckle.]

//somebody called the fuzz//

[knightbalanced.livejournal.com]

[Luke's a lot smaller than Cori, but he's a soldier and a Jedi - he leans back so quickly it's almost hard to follow with mortal eyes and motions with his left hand, crossing over Cori's wrist and meaning to fling him over with his own momentum.]

//somebody called the fuzz//

[knightambition.livejournal.com]

[He notices Luke, and he ducks back, hoping to be in place to help pin the nightmare down when Luke flips him]

//somebody called the fuzz//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Just when he misses he feels a grab for his wrist. The Corinthian takes this opportunity just as Luke had taken his. He twists his own hand to latch onto Luke's arm even as he's arching overhead, never breaking contact even when he hits the ground hard. It's from down here he kicks a leg out to crack his heel against Luke's knee. Close quarters combat. Very dangerous with lightsabers involved.

Unfortunately, his attention is turned away from Obi-Wan while his back is open to him.]

//somebody called the fuzz//

[knightbalanced.livejournal.com]

[Well, Luke's not going to bisect him, so he clicks off his lightsaber and rolls with him - Cori gets his knee but the blow is softened significantly by the Force, and be barely notices it. But he sits up and sends his right fist sailing at Cori's face, frankly a little annoyed. No pulled punches.]

//somebody called the fuzz//

[knightambition.livejournal.com]

[He grabs Cori by the open neck and yanks him off Luke, using one knee to press the nightmare into the ground, his hands on Cori's wrists]

Luke!

[Cuffs, restraints, something, anything. He's using the force to help hold the nightmare down]

//somebody called the fuzz//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[He isn't lying when he says he bites. As soon as that fist cracks his head back his eyeteeth bite, enough to break through layers but not through metal and wires. His jaws stop and release when Obi-Wan pulls at him. The Force that prevents him from fighting physically works much better than the Force against his mind. Cori's already weakened and Obi-Wan keeps him down, but he struggles regardless.]

Get off me.

[His teeth snarl.]

//somebody called the fuzz//

[knightbalanced.livejournal.com]

Ow.

[He sounds more annoyed than anything, and he hops up, shaking his hand a little and looking at it, as one would a mosquito bite. The synthflesh ripping stings a little, but that's about it. He sighs, clips his lightsaber back on his belt and looks at Cori, arms crossed.]

No. Knock it off.

[Binders go on the nightmare, and yes, he's manhandling you with the Force, Cori.]

//somebody called the fuzz//

[knightambition.livejournal.com]

[Helps pull the Corinthian to his feet, and make sure that if something distracts Luke, he's ready to take over the binders]

The Prison?

//somebody called the fuzz//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[He only wishes that'd been the flesh and bone arm. Knuckles don't stand a chance against his teeth. Later on he'll be glad it was the right fist, but at this point Cori isn't thinking of salvaging friendships as Blue had written him to keep.]

Nnggh.

[He struggles against the two, pulled to his feet and stumbling from the cuts to his legs. He'll heal, and he's walking, just combative under the buffer of the Force.]

Fucking cheater.

//somebody called the fuzz//

[knightbalanced.livejournal.com]

[Luke nods at Obi-Wan.]

I'm half your size and I'd like to avoid cutting your head off, I'd say I'm playing pretty fair.

[He sounds distracted as he gets out his comm and puts in a call to the prison - Urahara made easy transports for angry supernatural detainees, this should be a snap. When he's done, he looks back over at Cori, but he knows there's nothing to be said or done besides throwing him in a cell and letting him burn out and cool down.]