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OPEN RP POST — jurassic world, but with lightsabers??

whatever it is you've been doing
you are now in Myrkr!

That's right. It's just like those jamjar games.
One moment you're minding your own business, and then... poof!
You're in Myrkr for no apparent reason.
(Or you've always wanted to be here, and you finally did it. Whatever, we're not the cops.)

That's not the weirdest part, though. Because you might be seeing double.
It's like the time-space continuum (or the Force, whatever) collapsed over the forest
and now doubles and multiples of you or people you ~~like~~ ~~hate~~ ~~want to kill~~ know are appearing.

Not only that, the forest is also teeming with
canines who can sense the Force and hunt Force-sensitives (vornskr),
genetically-enhanced vornskr because reptilian hounds are cooler (voxyn),
and lizards that can create Force-neutralizing bubbles (ysalamiri).

So go have fun with that!

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It's very likely what helped put him in an earlier grave than Ned deserved, and to a point is probably why they themselves are so steadfast when it comes to promises and oaths and keeping them. Though Jon would say that their uncle and mother were not his fault, and as such their weight shouldn't be carted around. There was already enough other things to add to that weight, really. No sense in adding when there was no reason to.

Yeah, that was a bit more complication that he's not sure if his double wanted, but it was there to claim, or use as a bargaining chip should the cards fall right. But for now, that's neither here nor there since neither Jon is in Westeros at the moment.

Jon makes a wave of his hand to encourage his double to follow him out of the jungle. "Come on, I know a place that serves strong drinks we can use."

"At least one of us knows where we are and what's going on," he says dryly, sighing softly before shifting to follow his double out of the jungle. This probably isn't a good idea, but what other options does he have? He can't just keep waiting in the middle of nowhere for him to be miraculously returned to the middle of nowhere.

"I'm not dead, am I?" he asks, stepping up beside his double. He runs a hand through his hair as though doing so would make it less unruly; it doesn't, not really. "The last thing I remember is fighting a horde of wights beyond the Wall and falling into a freezing lake." He doesn't even really remember the feeling of drowning, only that it was... cold.

"We're on Myrkr," he offers as a way of hopefully explaining at least a little of this. "I'm here for a job. My wife and I are bounty hunters, though we go by a different name. And for safety reasons, I wouldn't use our name at all before you get home, once we can figure out how to get you home." He offers a tight smile to his double that says that there's a really long story behind that comment. Because yes, he does know what's going on right now, at least as far as where they are. Why there are two of them, he's not quite as clear on that, unfortunately.

Jon shakes his head, leading him down the street to a small hole in the wall bar. "Definitely not dead. Though I can honestly say I haven't fought wrights beyond the Wall." Their paths walked differently at a certain point, despite how clearly they mirrored for a long while. Jon never joined the wall, instead taking a ship out into the black to the call that pulled him out of that life. "I never joined the Night's Watch," he offers as he orders them two mugs of something strong and nods to a table his double can claim. It's in a corner a little away from other people so they can talk a little more freely without anyone trying to pay too close attention to what appear to have been twin brothers walking into the bar.

Myrkr. He can't say he's heard of it, or that it even sounds familiar. Somewhere west? He remembers seeing a map of the Federation Islands once, and there'd been too many islands to count. But more importantly, how in the world did he end up here? He'd been beyond the Wall, not anywhere remotely warm or remotely west.

Once inside the bar, he moves to the corner table his double indicates, quietly taking the new information he's offered. In some... world? Realm? Reality? Afterlife? In one of those, he doesn't join the Night's Watch, he instead gets married and becomes a bounty hunter. A Wildling girl? A strange ache suddenly seizes his chest, something he's not felt in a while.

He murmurs his thanks for the drink and practically empties the glass in one go. That's how much trouble he's having coping. "You don't look too upset," he comments, frowning at his double. "Has this happened to you before, then?" And, just because the idea is so incredulous: "How many of us are there?"

West definitely sounds right, and looking in the Federation Islands would be a great spot to try and find the island when he gets home and can look on a map. Jon's pretty sure that's a good place to find where they are in his world, though it's strange to Jon that it'd be islands, not planets. As for how he ended up here, that's a good question that only the universe might be able to answer. Because he's not entirely sure.

There's a mild hint of a smile when he watches his double down the glass in one go and he motions to the waitress for a refill on her pass by a different table close enough for Jon to catch her attention. There's also a small moment where he slides the feeling of company to his wife through their bond to let her know what's up that he hasn't returned to her just yet. And as always there's the potential for her to join him once she's done with the bounty. "I've seen a lot so it's a little hard to be upset," he offers as he takes a sip of his own drink. "But it hasn't happened to me before, and I have no idea how many of us there might be."

His fingers itch along his jaw a little, trying to think of how this might even be possible. Hard enough Jane might be able to pick up on time and double from him if her interest at him not meeting her to celebrate collecting their bounty hasn't already piqued her curiosity. "Rip in time somewhere maybe, or a flicker. But then the question is, how exactly to get you back. Flow walking doesn't exactly let us deposit you in that place, I don't think." It might entirely sound like Jon is speaking non-sense to his double, but he swears it makes some sense to those here in this reality. "I might need Jane's help for this."

"Rip in time," Jon echoes incredulously. Not that he hasn't already been to the stranger side of things considering that he'd been, well, dead. Still not as strange as talking and sharing a drink with your double, and he tries to follow what the other's saying the best he can, but... flow walking? He doesn't have the faintest clue what that might even mean.

Then a name is dropped, Jane, and recognition flickers across his face. He sets his glass down with an exhale, now suddenly more interested in looking at his fingers than at his double. "Jane," he says, as though he's not spoken the word in years. It feels heavy in his tongue, like dead weight. "Jane Organa?"

“I can’t think of another way you are here, same but different.” Because how else, what else could cause two of technically the same person to end up next to each other. Talking and sharing a drink. It’s really the only way his mind is taking it, processing it too.

Jon watches his double curiously, brow arching a little. “Yeah, she’s my wife here.” He does glance around slightly to make sure no one caught that last name and perked up a little. “But don’t use that last name in public. We’re supposed to be dead.” Because the last thing they needed was for someone to hear them and whispers make it back to Kylo Ren.

Jon's eyebrows lift at that revelation. His double's wife was Jane Organa? Well, that's... he actually doesn't know what to make of that. And it's apparently something that weighs more on his mind than the fact that they're supposed to be dead here. Wherever here was.

As though summoned by her name, however, a moment later who else comes striding into the bar but Jane. Her hair still hasn't grown back enough so it dances just above her shoulders, and she's wearing a tight-fitting leather bodysuit that makes Jon swallow uncomfortably.

She does a double-take when she gets to the table, blinking, but she makes no mistake as to which Jon she turns to. "Thank you for letting me do all the work by myself, by the way," she pretends to huff, grabbing a chair and sitting on it with the backrest facing the table and the boys instead of seating herself behind her husband. Whose drink she also commandeers, grabbing his glass like it's the most natural thing in the galaxy to do. "So... what did I miss?" She looks from her Jon to the other Jon, who seems to recognize her and, judging from his body language, knows an uncomfortable truth about her. Huh.

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Jon’s a little confused about what his double is thinking about Jane and why that weighs so heavily on him. What had transpired between the two in his double’s world. Especially since it seems to hit him harder than them being dead. Which he would have expected to get a slightly more reaction.

There’s always an appreciative watch when she strolls into any place he’s already waiting, head tilted in a look that’s both love and lust all rolled into one. And ever since the academy, he’s never bothered to hide it now that they don’t have to. As for which Jon is hers, it’s fairly easy to tell just by the look but also the clothes.

“I got a little caught up with something else. But I knew you’d be able to handle it, love.” There’s the softest apology for her having to handle it through their bond though, because he hadn’t meant to leave it to her. Even if he knows she’s teasing with her huff. He doesn’t even react as she commandeers his drink, used to it. “My double might get himself killed if I left him to wander. We were just trying to think of the how some. And I explained to him we’re married.” Jon looks over at his double thoughtfully. “Though I’m now curious about the look on your face. What’s up?”

And also their bond. She doesn't need to open herself up to the usual streams of the Force to feel him; he's a steady presence that has always been there for as long as she can remember, since the dreams when she'd been a child. It's through that bond that she sends a gentle squeeze back, an assurance that she's teasing, because his a little caught up with something else is clearly a big deal, one that has her frowning a moment later because he's said double. They've flow-walked enough that the term isn't unfamiliar to them, but for an actual double to be pulled into their present reality? That's an impressive feat in the Force... but also suspicious.

"Yeah, you always did know nothing," she says to her Jon with a smug grin before taking a sip of her drink. Words that Jon's double seem to recognize, again, because she catches the shift in his expression. She sets her glass down and looks him over, now frowning. "I'm guessing we're not talking about concurrent realities," she guesses, glancing at her Jon. Aegon. Maybe she should call him Aegon? Jon A. Which means she'll have to call Jon B something else at some point, if he's stuck with them a while longer.

Jon sighs softly. "It's a long story." Concurrent realities? What in the seven hells is that? Gods, all this is making his head hurt. "But I... I know you. Knew you," he tells Jane. He glances at his double awkwardly, then takes a drink again. "It's a lot to take in."

"Yeah, it probably is," she says, sympathetic. She looks around the bar for a moment, before leaning forward and dropping her voice significantly, "You're not... Force-sensitive or anything, are you?"

He shakes his head. "I don't even know what that means."

She can't resist making a face, though it's exaggerated. "Holy kriff, do either of you know anything at all?" She's teasing, of course.

It’s that ever steady presence that caused him to leave Westeros, take a chance on his dreams. Landing in her arms and care, and heart. And they’ve been inseparable ever since. It’s even more impressive since he wasn’t flow-walking when his double arrived, he was bounty hunting with her, though there’s no telling what his double was doing before he arrived. Maybe he flow-walked to them? If that was even possible.

“That’s why I have you, to keep me on track and to remind me,” he teases back. Though at her next question, he shakes his head. “Not concurrent, he’s not used to planets, he has a sword, not a lightsaber or blaster,” he offers a small smile to his double, “but we have enough similarities in history that is’s almost like a parallel world instead of concurrent?”

He watches his double struggle a little with things. Knew Jane, not knows. Past tense. Ans he wants to ask, curiosity high enough for Jane to feel. But he’s not sure his double would answer so he leaves it for now. “Definitely a lot. Should we wander to the ship to talk more freely?” The question is mostly directed to Jane since it’s their ship. But they could close it and not have to worry that the walls have ears for the right price.

The face she makes at him not knowing has him chuckle though, shaking his head. “I know small things. But you might hit me for saying them right now.” His smirk says it’s about her and how hot she is or how much he loves her.

"Like, a steel sword?" Jane, with no pretense of politeness and decorum whatsoever, shifts to kneel on the seat of her chair, leaning over the back of it and looking pointedly at the sword strapped to Jon number two's side. The wolf's head hilt is as expected, but while it should've ended there, a mere hilt of a saber... no, there's actually a whole stretch of a blade that follows. "Shit, that's so ancient."

Ancient? Jon's expression turns incredulous. "What sort of weapons do you have then?"

She grins at him, and he's surprised that he actually remembers how that looks like, even if it's been so long ago now. She unclips the blaster from her belt and sets it down on the table, followed by the rancor's tooth hilt of her saber. The fact that his grey eyes grow wide in wonder confirms that, yes, her Jon's assessment had been right, that his double is probably from a parallel instead of a concurrent timeline. "We can show you how those work, but not here." They'll probably have to arm him if he's staying for a while yet, anyway, and definitely not with ancient weapons least he attract attention. "Yeah, we should probably go to the ship."

With that she finally stands, though at her Jon's teasing, she tugs the front of his shirt to give him a playful but deep enough kiss. "I'd rather you show me what you know." She glances at his double. "But, later."

By the time they get to the ship, Jon is so weirded out that he feels like he needs another drink. Because their ship isn't anything like a ship, or at least as far as he knows. And what's with all the strange contraptions and blinking lights? Even the shape of the ship is very, very odd.

"Please don't touch anything," Jane says belatedly, gesturing at him to follow them into the main hold. Once they're all seated, she laces her hands together as though she's presiding over a meeting. "Okay, do you want to start and take it from the top, or do you want to ask us questions?"

"Start what?"

"Telling us your life story." She looks at her Jon after a moment, making a very important decision. "I think we'll need that brandy."

He can't help the chuckle that leaves him as Jane shifts in her seat to see the sword his double has, because it's definitely something to see. And her curiosity, well, it won't be helped when she wants to know something. And being ancient, it has a definite draw to it, wanting to explore it a little and find out what it really looks like. It's something they've only read about really, or have seen at collector's houses when dropping off a bounty.

"Blasters and lightsabers," Aegon offers as she sets them down on the table for his double to look over. He's sure that they're probably as interesting to his double as that steel blade is to Jane. And to be honest himself. It's a nice looking weapon, were they still using those here and now. And there's a nod from Jon at the agreement to get him back to the ship. "Eyes and ears everywhere. And we aren't exactly known as Targaryen Triplets," he offers with a slight tease.

Aegon nips her lip with a happy sound into the kiss before she can pull away, fingers teasing along her side to keep her a little close for a moment. "Definitely later, love." His voice is a little lower just for her, and there's a hint of a smirk along his lips for her.

Once they're seated and the brandy is decidedly needed, Aegon nods and opens the compartment on the little bench seating that hides the good brandy and some glasses. Because his double will probably need them. "That brandy is a good idea." He pours them all glasses and slides one over to Jon. For Jane's, he leaves it near his and his arm slips around her waist so he can pull her into his side a little. It's not too snuggly, but well, she knows him and knows he doesn't like her not being in touching distance if he can help it. "Life story is a definite need. I'll share ours after yours if you'd like."

While Jon is baffled over blasters and lightsabers and ships that don't float on water, Jane is snorting at her Jon's mention of triplets. "Well, if he's staying until we can figure out a way to send him back, we might have to be the Targaryen Triplets," she says with a laugh, settling into his lap when he pulls her over because she knows that's what he really wants anyway. Though she'll save his double the second-hand embarrassment by not making out in front of him... yet.

"I don't know if he's given you the rundown," she turns to tell his double, "but Jon Snow is supposed to be dead, and am I, so we've been on the run. They call us the Targaryen Twins. He's Aegon, because that's your birth name apparently, and I'm Caedus—" Her eyes widen in realization, and she grins, turning back to her Jon excitedly. "Quick, give me a B name." Definitely not Ben, even if it's technically the first name that comes to mind. Speaking of brothers, though: "Bran... Brandon. Rhymes with Aegon." She looks at his double again. "You do look like a Brandon."

Jon's having trouble catching up so he's just sitting there staring at the pair of them in confusion, his glass of brandy already half-empty. "What?"

“It’s not too much of a stretch to be triplets considering how close we look. And to be fair being a threesome for even a little would throw people off our track even more.” Because even if people were still looking for them, they were looking for a couple. Adding a third, even just for a little while, would make the whispers go sideways and definitely slide them more under the radar. His arms settle around her waist and he pressed a kiss to her hair as one hand laces with hers, leaving the other free for drinking on them both. Much fun as making out would be, this settles him easily enough, he’s content to just have her close.

Aegon can’t help the chuckle for her asking for a name and then not needing him to actually give one as she gets there on her own. “He does, and Brandon is an easy family name to remember.” Because yeah, no Ben. Too many issues with her brother’s name, and honestly they don’t need the bad luck of accidentally calling his attention to them via using it. “Brandon it is.”

He takes a slow sip of his brandy, trying not to laugh at the baffled look on his double’s face. “We went to school together, it was attacked and we were supposed to die that night. Clearly not, but the person who organized the attack is constantly looking for us and people like us. So new names and personas to keep us safe,” Aegon offers as gently as he can. Because yeah, it’s a lot to take in. “And having a not Jon name to call you until we can find a way to get you home keeps all three of us safe.” He motions are Brandon with his glass, “Now, your story?”

Jon — well, he's Brandon now, apparently — supposes that he'll just have to get used to experiencing all manner of strange things in his lifetime. It must be his curse. Between the direwolves and the wights and the Night King and of course dying and coming back... as improbable as it is to be in a different Realm, how else could he possibly explain this? Their clothes are different, their weapons are different, their ships are different, and of course their stories are different.

He drains the rest of his brandy. Thankfully they seem to have better alcohol, and there's still an entire bottle of it. Though he's not sure how much would be left after they exchange stories, although the pair of them seem to be doing well considering that they were supposed to die. Or maybe his double had died and was brought back like he was? Didn't he say earlier that he'd died too?

"I don't know what you want to know," he starts to say, and Jane has to marvel at how similar his grumbly tone is with Aegon's. With a little freshening up and a change of clothes, the only thing that'll give Brandon away would be his accent; it's different, less neutral than what Basic sounds like. But perhaps it's something they could adapt too.

"Well, you can start with how you know me?" Jane suggests, raising a brow.

He visibly winces. "Must you ask that?"

Unfortunately for him, she knows that look on his face, knows what it means. And she knows it's bad. It only makes her want to know, though. "It's okay, I can handle it." They're living on stolen time, she realizes that. She should've died at the Academy, and would've had Jon not taken the blow that had been meant for her. If she's dead in some other universe, well... maybe they just hadn't been able to cheat death in that reality. She can accept that. It's fair enough.

But then he sighs and glances instead at his double, long enough to give the hint that it's Jon he's more worried about. Though after a moment he looks back at her and says quietly, "Jane Organa, Princess of Alderaan." Which wouldn't have been totally surprising, but he continues, "Lady of Winterfell, Queen in the North." Her face scrunches in confusion, and he finally has to turn his head away. "You were married to Robb, and you... you both died during the war."

Jane blinks several times before shifting in Aegon's lap so she could look at him. "Robb? Your cousin?" Because she's never even met Robb.

Aegon isn't sure the strange will ever end really. It seems like just when they've settled into an okay kind of life, it throws something new at them, tilting their world or completely flipping it upside-down. Almost like the universe's fun game to try and make sure they fight for everything. Aegon doesn't love it, but with Jane by his side he'll weather it.

More brandy is poured into Brandon's glass with one hand as Aegon's arm tightens a little around Jane's waist. Just to keep her close, he swears. Aegon had died, and it was only through the grace of the Force and his bond with Jane that he came back. And even then things had been hit or miss for a few days while they'd both healed from that night, tangled as close together as their healing wounds would allow. But they can get to that night after they hear Brandon's life first.

He can't say he knows his own face, but he knows what bad looks like on people in general. So he knows with that look, that it's not going to be good. And honestly, he pales a little at the titles, at the married to Robb almost as much as the part about her dying. There's a thread of territorial wolf that slides along their bond and around her. A very clear, Mine, though he's schooled his features enough that for Brandon it probably only looks like he's reacting to her death. He looks up at Jane and shrugs a shoulder, "Robb, my cousin probably. He died during the war in Westeros here too, but he was married to a woman named Tal." He'd kept up even though they had been at the academy and then in hiding. He sounds a little stunned about that turn of events and how its even possible she'd ended up with someone else. His cousin no less.

"My half—" he'd started to say, but then he stops as Aegon answers her. Well, right, his double had said their mother was Lyanna Stark, as preposterous as that actually sounds? So, yeah, that would make Robb their cousin. It's curious, though, that Jane doesn't even know who Robb is... and he strangely feels a little bad for his brother. Which is why he's compelled to add, turning to Jane, "You were betrothed to him, so you were fostered in Winterfell and grew up with us."

He takes a sip of his drink. "Our lord father traveled to King's Landing to serve as Hand of the King." Sorry, Aegon, old habits die hard; the titles will have to stay for a while. "Robb became Lord of Winterfell, and I joined the Night's Watch. Then trouble stirred in the South and Robb called for our banners." He sighs. "You wrote to me that he'd thought to send you back to Alderaan, but also that you'd refused, and that you two had wed instead." She'd also written to ask him to leave the Wall and join them in the fight, but how he could have brought himself to do that back then? It had been selfish of him, and he'd regretted it, but his heart had been too broken to even consider the idea.

This time, a heavier drink from his glass. "There have been too many battles since. I made peace with the Wildlings, I became Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, and I was killed for it. I helped Sansa take Winterfell back from our enemies, and they made me King in the North." He shrugs, like it doesn't matter. Or he's just hurrying to get to the end of the story. "But winter is still coming, and we've been preparing to fight the Night King and his Army of the Dead when I... arrived here." For the lack of a better term.

All this time, Jane's snuggled a little bit more into Aegon, wrapping around him tighter in the Force reassuringly, and playing with his hair almost idly. But she's listening, processing, stunned at how different her life had turned out in another timeline, another universe.

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OPEN RP POST — jurassic world, but with lightsabers??

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we interrupt this program for jane to icly name him brandon lmao

The ABC Targaryens for the win!

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