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riverviewlogs2017-06-03 10:33 pm
doandordie) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-06-03 10:33 pm
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who: Cassian Andor + ?
what: Cassian gets a feel for his new surroundings
when: June
where: The River & The Portal
warnings: Discussion of injuries.
notes: I am fine with brackets or prose replies in whatever tense suits you.
I. The River
[He had started his exploration on one of the inhabited banks of the river, following the shoreline at a slow pace. His ribs were still heavily bruised, and though they had released him from the hospital, they had recommended he return to his new housing and rest.
Rest wasn't something Cassian found easy, especially not when his mind was restless with possibilities and impossibilities alike.
He was searching the banks for signs of a ship stowed in bushes or behind buildings. A small jumper, perhaps, or a shuttle. Anything he could hi-jack so he could get up out of atmosphere and get his bearings better.
There was nothing, of course, but that hadn't stopped him yet. He had kept the change of clothes offered but shrugged his jacket on, through one arm and over the sling of the other, letting that side hang loose.
They had done a good job patching him up from his fall and the blaster shot he had taken, but the injuries were still healing and raw. He was in no condition to be out straining himself, his feet slipping left and right on wet rocks or sinking into the sand.
He had only been walking for ten minutes before he had to stop, breathing heavier than the short exertion should have forced him to, and resting his hand on a rock to keep steady.]
II. The Portal
[The overgrown landing in front of reality 5561A's contained Portal is almost as beautiful as it is ruined. The overgrowth and platform that stretch out in front of it gives the whole thing a feel like an ancient, lost civilization. It had taken much of his limited energy to reach the top of the steps, and once there he was left gazing at its surface from a safe distance. He knew better than to attempt to return through it, thanks to the city's helpful orientation. Even if he could have, Cassian doubted he would. The portal had ripped him away from Scarif just seconds before his death, and he was well aware of what had been waiting for him. He couldn't be sure how much of Scarif would be left, even if he did make it back.
He just knew there would be nothing left there for him.
But the portal itself was a technology unlike any he had experienced, and Cassian was drawn to the mystery of it, the unknowns behind it tugging at his mind the way loose threads of information always had.
He wasn't the only one drawn back to it, however. With a glance over toward his companion in what he assumed must be curiosity, he nodded his head toward the portal.]
Have you ever been here when something came through it?
III. The River
[A few hours later, Cassian is back down by the river, this time by the edge of the laser wall where the river leaves the quarantine and meanders down to the abandoned area. Determined though he had been to explore, he is aware of his limits. He needs to be in at least slightly better condition before he risks the moon's surface beyond the protective walls.
The sound of movement behind him startles him out of his observations. He turns too fast, taking in a sharp breath at the spike of pain the sudden shift causes. His fingers tighten on the blaster tucked under his jacket and he straightens, ignoring the pain to give the appearance of stability.]
Who's there?
what: Cassian gets a feel for his new surroundings
when: June
where: The River & The Portal
warnings: Discussion of injuries.
notes: I am fine with brackets or prose replies in whatever tense suits you.
I. The River
[He had started his exploration on one of the inhabited banks of the river, following the shoreline at a slow pace. His ribs were still heavily bruised, and though they had released him from the hospital, they had recommended he return to his new housing and rest.
Rest wasn't something Cassian found easy, especially not when his mind was restless with possibilities and impossibilities alike.
He was searching the banks for signs of a ship stowed in bushes or behind buildings. A small jumper, perhaps, or a shuttle. Anything he could hi-jack so he could get up out of atmosphere and get his bearings better.
There was nothing, of course, but that hadn't stopped him yet. He had kept the change of clothes offered but shrugged his jacket on, through one arm and over the sling of the other, letting that side hang loose.
They had done a good job patching him up from his fall and the blaster shot he had taken, but the injuries were still healing and raw. He was in no condition to be out straining himself, his feet slipping left and right on wet rocks or sinking into the sand.
He had only been walking for ten minutes before he had to stop, breathing heavier than the short exertion should have forced him to, and resting his hand on a rock to keep steady.]
II. The Portal
[The overgrown landing in front of reality 5561A's contained Portal is almost as beautiful as it is ruined. The overgrowth and platform that stretch out in front of it gives the whole thing a feel like an ancient, lost civilization. It had taken much of his limited energy to reach the top of the steps, and once there he was left gazing at its surface from a safe distance. He knew better than to attempt to return through it, thanks to the city's helpful orientation. Even if he could have, Cassian doubted he would. The portal had ripped him away from Scarif just seconds before his death, and he was well aware of what had been waiting for him. He couldn't be sure how much of Scarif would be left, even if he did make it back.
He just knew there would be nothing left there for him.
But the portal itself was a technology unlike any he had experienced, and Cassian was drawn to the mystery of it, the unknowns behind it tugging at his mind the way loose threads of information always had.
He wasn't the only one drawn back to it, however. With a glance over toward his companion in what he assumed must be curiosity, he nodded his head toward the portal.]
Have you ever been here when something came through it?
III. The River
[A few hours later, Cassian is back down by the river, this time by the edge of the laser wall where the river leaves the quarantine and meanders down to the abandoned area. Determined though he had been to explore, he is aware of his limits. He needs to be in at least slightly better condition before he risks the moon's surface beyond the protective walls.
The sound of movement behind him startles him out of his observations. He turns too fast, taking in a sharp breath at the spike of pain the sudden shift causes. His fingers tighten on the blaster tucked under his jacket and he straightens, ignoring the pain to give the appearance of stability.]
Who's there?
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She doesn't recognize anyone else here until she spots Cassian from afar. She had stared after him, mouth agape before it finally processed it was him. She follows him somewhat, never getting close, knowing that he would pick up on someone following him. She just wanted to make sure he would still be there even if she lost sight of him. Because if she kept finding him time and again, that meant he was really there.
Somehow, that made the most sense in her mind. Out of everything she had been experiencing since arriving at this place.
After she sees him going back towards the river again, she decides it's time to approach him, heart feeling like it's going to beat right out of her chest. She's not sure why she's so nervous. He's real. He has to be.
Jyn manages well enough without drawing his attention. Until she makes the beginner's mistake of snapping a twig. She doesn't even have time to entertain the flash of annoyance that flares up in her because she can see him turning and address her. Or whomever he thinks has followed him. She swallows, throat clicking before she steps out of the trees and bushes, a few feet away from him but in clear view. Finally getting a good look at him, she can feel tears well in her eyes, feeling something in her chest unclench finally. ]
You're real.
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she's not much better
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He'd consider himself lucky if the portal pulled something through while he was there, honestly, but he wasn't holding his breath. ]
Not really. I wish, though. [ He lowered his scanner, glancing at his current company. ] New around here?
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A man struggling to move wasn't what he was expecting to come across, however, but that's eventually what he walks on to. Yuuto watches only briefly before he approaches. ]
—Here. [ He offers the man a hand. ] Wanna find a better place to sit?
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