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

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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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[scaledwolf]

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."

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

[morghon]

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?"

The ABC Targaryens for the win!

[scaledwolf]

“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?”

[morghon]

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.

[scaledwolf]

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.

[morghon]

"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.