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Cᴀssɪᴀɴ "ᴘᴀʀᴀɴᴏɪᴅ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀ" Aɴᴅᴏʀ ([personal profile] evasives) wrote in [community profile] riverviewlogs2017-10-15 11:45 pm

( open ) we live, we die

who: cassian + you
what: another one for the memory sharing flood
when: mid october
where: dreams! or elsewhere in public spaces
warnings: spy things, death, murder, spoilers for rogue one, etc



( vision / flash ) i. the droid
[it's tanned hands, working on what looks like a very large robot: a black kx security droid, powered down. cassian tampers with the programming, fiddling with wires and hooking up the droid into his datapad. there's a brief reflection of his face in the black metal of the droid; he's younger, only a teenager, probably no older than fifteen with a prickly, patchy beard and less sallow eyes.]

[ten seconds pass, and he mutters something in fest to himself. then at last, he flicks the power back on. the droid's eyes light up, and he hobbles to his feet. it stands almost seven feet tall, and the angle suggests cassian is looking up from about a foot and a half lower.]

[i am k-2so. are you my reprogrammer?]


( vision / flash ) ii. the horizon
[there's a beach. the water is tinted with warm colors instead of blues, and out along the horizon is a giant sun. only it's not a sun at all, and there are puffs of air and explosions along the edges to prove it. the rest of the area around them is singing like a battlefield.]

[cassian walks weakly along the sand, upright only because of jyn beside him. his clothes are filthy and bloody as he looks down at them, his legs stumbling. as they reach the edge of the water, he collapses and she sets him down gently. he sinks into the sand, looking out at the very bright and damning fake sunset. each second that passes, it seems to grow closer. she reaches for his hand, and he looks down as he takes it.]



( dreamscape ) iii. the shot
[ visual. ]

[it's a very urban area, littered with people and voices and shops in all kinds of languages. cassian rushes through the streets, looking over his shoulder carefully. he moves like a shadow, breaking into a run when he finally ducks down an empty alleyway. there's a man waiting for him in a corner, his arm broken and pacing nervously about.

"news from jedha?" the man tells him about a defector imperial pilot who brings news about the empire building a weapon. a planetkiller. the message is from a man named galen erso. the conversation gets more frantic, nervous. "there's spies everywhere!" the man hisses.]

[the meeting is broken up by the arrival of stormtroopers. they ask for IDs. cassian jokes, laughs, plays it off, then shoots both troopers without hesitation. his informant starts to panic. "i'll never climb out of here with my arm!"

[cassian comes up behind him with a smile and a comforting voice. "calm down, we'll be all right."

[and then he shoots him. the body falls. cassian swallows, steadies himself against the murder, then leaps to climb up the wall's piping to escape.]


( dreamscape ) iv. the fall
[cassian is clinging to the edge of a data vault tower. above him is jyn, and even higher on the opposite wall, a door slides open. "jyn! he yells out, firing his blaster and initiating a quick round of firefight between a man in white and several stormtroopers.]

[one of the returning shots hits him, and his grip slips. he falls from the vault tower. his back slams into a metal beam, his arms briefly scramble for purchase on another, but he keeps falling, falling until he lands hard on a platform, his entire body limp and broken.]

[from above, there's an anxious quick yell of his name, "cassian!" but he doesn't move.]



( closed dreamscape ) v. the youth
[it's snowing outside. fest is a very cold planet, and even when you're small and aware of the dangers, the snow always has a level of adventure. twenty years ago, cassian was six years old. he's running through the snowy streets outside, scampering quickly as curfew approaches.]

[six year old cassian stomps back into the house, jumping on the floormat to shake the snow from his boots. there's a message sticking out of his pocket that he yells out is for his father, because even at six he's already running messages for the festian resistance. his mother comes over with a smile and helps him out of his coat, trading him a cup of something warm and steaming for his fluffy jacket. his father laughs in the kitchen, and cassian reaches for his mother's hand to pull her towards the sound.]

[he tells his mother excitedly about the other kids, how some of them were clonetroopers and they lost the big battle. his father beams down at him and ruffles his hair, but there is a fatigue to his eyes that the adult cassian shares. cassian just crawls into his lap and hands over the message, asking if he's allowed to read it too.]

[no, not this one. maybe next time. cassian shrugs it off, diving back immediately into his mug while his mother threatens to steal it for herself.]


[prose or brackets is fine; feel free to have a vision or a flash or both!]
talentedscavenger: (Shocked)

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[personal profile] talentedscavenger 2017-10-16 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[When Rey receives the vision, it comes out of nowhere. She was in her room, preparing to head out. She hadn't been meditating. She hadn't heard anything, nor was she touching Luke's lightsaber. Suddenly, it feels like she's pulled into a different area and then she sees it. Sand...water..Two people she knows, or knows of.

This vision, it's not painful, but it is filled with many mixed emotions. It's hard to name each one, but looking at Cassian, and then the sky...she knows what's about to happen. Knows the seconds seem endless, but it'll soon be over. His exhaustion is her own, and when the vision is over, Rey is on her bed, heart pounding and knees shaking.

Death. That's what she was about to witness. His...Jyn's... She knew, knew the Rebellion had a high body count, but was it naive of her to think that they would've stayed alive to see what they accomplished? The Empire gone...but that wasn't the case. It took Rey more than an hour to recover from that vision before she takes out her phone and texts Cassian.]


Do you have a moment? I'd like to talk.
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[personal profile] talentedscavenger 2017-10-18 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Rey has patience. She was waiting on Jakku for all of her life for her family to return, and she was certain she could wait to hear back from Cassian. For all she knew, he was at his own job, or running errands. She wasn't expecting a text back...and it gave her time to think about what she saw.

When she sees there's a text message on her phone, it takes her a few minutes to get a reply crafted.]


I would prefer to speak in person. I had a vision, and it involved you.

[This had to be something with Riverview and not a Force vision, thank goodness.]
talentedscavenger: (BB8)

[personal profile] talentedscavenger 2017-10-19 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[If he was expecting pity from her, she wouldn't give it. If he expected her to feel grief...then she did. She lived those moments through his eyes and it was hard to shake off.]

I would prefer a private area too. I'm on Floor 12 if you want to talk in my room.

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spellslots: (hair and fashion deserved it)

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[personal profile] spellslots 2017-10-16 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
[They're back on this bullshit, huh?

Taako has been trying to cut down his sleep as much as possible, hoping it would help, but he still finds himself slipping into someone else's memories now and then. At least this one isn't his own.

He watches this dream Cassian make his way through the crowded street, moving like a rogue, and looks over to find the real one beside him.]


What're we in for, bubbale?

[He should start up a rating system.]
spellslots: DNT (got you wrapped)

[personal profile] spellslots 2017-10-18 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Never heard of it, we must've skipped this one.

[They went to a lot of worlds, but he doesn't remember anything quite like this. There were worlds that were busy, but not crowded, like this feels.]

Seems like here are either real good or real shitty, and while normally I'd be hoping for the good kinda memory, I think I'm gonna have to vote for shitty. There's only a certain kinda good you get in alleys like this.

[Taako!!!!

(He's trying to lighten the mood)]
spellslots: deeper than any grave (your love will always be rooted)

[personal profile] spellslots 2017-10-19 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
You never know, I've met a couple thugs from Legato here.

[That was a singularly odd experience, and he'd lied through his teeth about what happened there, but he figures it's not too unlikely to get some crossover between realities, considering how many he's been to.

He's also not dumb enough to miss that Cassian is unhappy about the whole scene here, but there's not... really a whole lot he can do.]


If you're about to kick a puppy I'd like a warning, can't say I give a shit about anything else.

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realists: (ro » hero walk)

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[personal profile] realists 2017-10-16 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ the downside of sharing a bed with cassian is that jyn gets decent sleep. it's a downside because it makes all these dreams and visions that much more bright and vibrant. (she has attempted to sleep on her own, thinking the restless sleep would keep her from other peoples dreams. it didn't, it only made her more cranky once she'd woken up.

this dream is freezing and her hands come up to rub at her arms while she watches the scrawny little boy run down the street. he has a familiar run, familiar dimples, and jyn can feel cassian's gaze on her back before she looks away from his younger self. ]


You couldn't dream of the beach?

[ she shouldn't have said the beach. scarif was the beach. she knows they both dream of that. she wanted cassian to dream of a beach, someplace warm instead of frozen. ]
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[personal profile] realists 2017-10-18 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
You didn't tell me it was freezing, [ she grouses, hugging herself tighter. she is dressed for sleep, she is not dressed for spying on a very tiny cassian, a very tiny and delightfully unburdened cassian.

she frowns, unhappy that she has to be not only a voyeur on rey's terrible memory of childhood but now a bystander to cassian's childhood. she was not invited, this isn't given willingly. it doesn't seem fair. ]


You were quite adorable.

[ were, past tense. ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh. ]
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[personal profile] realists 2017-10-19 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Freezing, [ she corrects, shooting him a scathing look that doesn't quite have the right amount of heat to it. (read: any.)

it's a small house, like the one on lah'mu, except not built into the ground like her childhood home was. selfishly, she hopes cassian will never get to see the dark sandy beaches of lah'mu, never gets to feel the briny air. ]


What's inside?

[ he's obviously going inside and anxiety spikes. he was six. he's been fighting since he was six years old. if this is some terrible moment for him, the moment he loses his parents, or a family pet... jyn doesn't know if she can handle that. she can barely handle her own grief. ]

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ragnarsson: ([12.6] Don't you dare)

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[personal profile] ragnarsson 2017-10-24 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Ivar watches the scene with a sharp sort of look on his face. A fight is a fight, even when using such unusual weapons as these. Such a strange place too, an all metal building and lasers shooting off everywhere, things far removed from the ancient place that Ivar calls home. He instinctively winces as Cassian begins to fall.

When he slams into the platform, he looks around for the owner of the dream.]


That had to hurt.
ragnarsson: ([12.16] What is this)

[personal profile] ragnarsson 2017-11-04 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Sure you didn't.

[He watches as Cassian fails to grab another beam. Is he going to have to watch this man fall all the way down this shaft? That's going to take a while. Well, while they're stuck here, he might as well introduce himself.]

My name is Ivar Ragnarsson. Some call me Ivar The Boneless.

[The meaning of the nickname, while obvious in the real world where he's confined to a wheelchair, doesn't make as much sense in the dreamworld, where he visualizes himself able to stand and walk like anyone else.]
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[personal profile] ragnarsson 2017-11-08 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
What were you two trying to do?

[It looks like they were trying to climb somewhere, up that metallic tower. Ivar hasn't seen anything like it, not in the Quarantine, and definitely not at home.

He scowls, looking down at his legs, turning his attention away from the scene at hand for a moment. It's so unfair this is the only place he can walk around without constant pain. And people wonder why he's so damn angry all the time in the waking world.]


I'm crippled when I'm not dreaming. The name came from my father, who had a poor sense of humor when it came to nicknaming his children.

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[personal profile] rightly 2017-10-24 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Steve's experienced a couple of visions as well as a shared dream or two, but frankly neither is more comfortable than the other. The former always comes with the advantage that he can simply pretend like he never really saw anything, even if he happens to recognize who the memory belongs to, but being dragged into a dream and seeing that memory along with the person it belongs to... well, he can't very well act as though he didn't see it.

He doesn't pretend he's not there, either, doesn't try to hide. Cassian's ghost rounds the corner and walks into the alleyway and right past the spot where he's standing, constantly looking over his shoulder. Steve relates all too well, far too easily, and he steals a glance at the real Cassian, standing next to him.

He says nothing, though, curious despite himself to see what happens next. ]
rightly: (thirty.)

[personal profile] rightly 2017-11-03 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There are no questions because, despite the differences in setting, the strange species walking around and the odd look of the place in general, the event they're watching right now isn't at all unfamiliar to him. He's not yet aware of just how familiar it is exactly, of course, it's just a feeling it gives him, a sense of understanding.

So, he doesn't ask, choosing to let the scene unfurl. That ought to answer any questions he might have. ]


Never even heard of it. [ He looks around only for a moment, eyes pulled back to the two figures in the alley when they start talking, whispering. ] Is... that where we are?
rightly: (seventy seven.)

[personal profile] rightly 2017-11-09 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah. [ Steve nods, a little distracted. ] I'm from Earth— never left, my whole life. We didn't even know there was life beyond it and in other planets, in my time.

[ Steve recognizes the tone of the exchange immediately, particularly when Cassian asks the man about this Jedha. A person or a place, he figures. It's also not a big leap to put the pieces together and realize that Cassian's some kind of agent, undercover or otherwise. He's a spy, simply put. ]

Doesn't seem like a very safe place.

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