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[influent]

[ honestly, tretij doesn't care about the network. he doesn't care about much other than eli, but.. there are a few things he's interested in, and one of them happens to be people who are as different as he is. the network seems to be the easiest and least uncomfortable way to meet them, given how psychically overwhelmed he is on the moira right now-- and given his caution.

so eventually, after some trial-and-error: ] there are psychics here?
i would like to speak to

too noisy to find you
everyone thinks loudly

[ that's it, that's the post. tretij isn't wordy at the best of times, and he's still getting accustomed to the idea that he's even allowed to ask for things like this. ]

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[outer_space]

[ Kylo Ren arrives soon enough, a black-cloaked figure whose own height seems to outstrip him like a shadow. He has a young man's face, slashed by a wicked scar. Abruptly, he stops walking. ]

You're a child. [ He's surprised into speaking aloud. His mouth holds the shape of the word a moment after it's voiced.

He's angry in the way of a wounded animal. It pours off him, overwhelming his presence. His mind isn't the locus of his abilities—he's less conscious of thoughts than their emotional undercurrents. Where that sensitivity could be soothing, instead it's barbed, insidious.

There's curiosity, as he studies the child. Nerves. A hint of melancholy, mingled with anger: weeks ago he'd summoned his father to this same place. ]