Kylo can tell something's off before he even sets foot in the room. Tired as he may be and distracted with thoughts of the tunnels, the moment he steps back through the fast travel portal to the Castle it hits him. There's a wrongness. An imbalance. He feels ripples of it in the way some of the castle servants look at him as he makes his way through the halls. Amusement, he thinks— though he can't think why.
The mystery reveals itself when he finally reaches the dormitory, ready to sink into the comfort of his gloriously oversized bed... and finds that in his absence, someone has turned the entire room into some kind of nightmarish pincushion.
Someone who appears to be in the process of trying to pull one of the hundreds of swords speared through every surface out from the post of his bed.
Return from the Wurm
Kylo can tell something's off before he even sets foot in the room. Tired as he may be and distracted with thoughts of the tunnels, the moment he steps back through the fast travel portal to the Castle it hits him. There's a wrongness. An imbalance. He feels ripples of it in the way some of the castle servants look at him as he makes his way through the halls. Amusement, he thinks— though he can't think why.
The mystery reveals itself when he finally reaches the dormitory, ready to sink into the comfort of his gloriously oversized bed... and finds that in his absence, someone has turned the entire room into some kind of nightmarish pincushion.
Someone who appears to be in the process of trying to pull one of the hundreds of swords speared through every surface out from the post of his bed.
Kylo stands in the doorway for a moment.
"Yours?" he asks, redundantly.