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( 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
( vision / flash ) ii. the horizon
( dreamscape ) iii. the shot
( dreamscape ) iv. the fall
( closed dreamscape ) v. the youth
[prose or brackets is fine; feel free to have a vision or a flash or both!]
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!]
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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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[he gives it about fifteen minutes before he replies, because he knows it'll grate on him otherwise.]
About what? Do you need to speak in person?
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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.]
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Yes, I would prefer this in person as well. I am not particularly keen on doing so in a public space either. Are you in communal housing?
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I would prefer a private area too. I'm on Floor 12 if you want to talk in my room.
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iii
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.]
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[he frowns as he watches himself move through the streets, knowing what's coming. cassian spares a glance at taako.]
This is the Ring of Kafrene. Trading Post. I am meeting an informant.
[and it'd be really fucking SWELL if they could just wake up and leave before he does find the guy.]
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[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)]
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[kafrene is very urban, but it's not even the most crowded planet out there. the streets thin out the closer cassian gets to tivik and his movements get faster, more urgent; it's strange to see it all happening again, the moments that lead to discovering the death star in the first place. so much for waking up sooner rather than later.]
[he recognizes this is taako's attempt at making things easier, but it kind falls flat for him.]
Shitty. [dryly:] Forgive me if I don't ruin the surprise.
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[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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v.
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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[cassian watches his tiny self run with a vague sense of fondness, but when he notices jyn is there too, he feels a little - weird? he can't remember the last time he talked about his childhood to anyone.]
[his nose wrinkles a little when she says beach, but he chooses to ignore it. he doesn't need to talk about the beach, they both dream it all the time.]
This is Fest. I told you it was snowy.
[his dreams are the only time he sees his house in one piece anymore, and he watches as they all get closer to it. his little self kicks at some snow, sending a shower of it flying up in the air with a laugh.]
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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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[his house comes completely into view, his little self clearly rushing towards it. it's small, one story, very heavily insulated like most of the others.]
I was six. Most children could probably fall under that category.
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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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IV
When he slams into the platform, he looks around for the owner of the dream.]
That had to hurt.
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[cassian flinches watching himself fall, trying to resist the urge to press his hand into his spine. he hopes he doesn't have to watch himself crawling away towards the elevator too.]
[dryly:] Didn't feel a thing.
[and that next clang would be his failure to grab another beam.]
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[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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[a beat, before:] Cassian. [that's it, that's all ivar gets. it's not a secret, especially once he hits a bigger platform and his body crumples against it, unmoving. his name echoes down from somewhere above in a woman's voice.]
[but why say ANYTHING about that when he can just question after the mystery man.] You don't look like you have lost your bones.
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[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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iii
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. ]
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[still, he doesn't have to like it. no one likes it, which at least makes it easier to recognize there is little choice in the matter.]
[the silence and lack of questions is oddly welcome, like it gives cassian more time to figure out how to proceed.]
I don't suppose you've been to the Ring of Kafrene. [the way he says it implies he's not expecting anything of the sort. but a simple, dry conversation is better than watching himself pick up speed as he approaches the alley he's set to meet tivik in, the man pacing nervously back and forth in wait.]
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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?
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Yes. It's a trading outpost and mining colony. [a beat.] A planet.
[he keeps forgetting there are people here who don't do space travel on the regular, because it's just so normal for him.]
[tivik asks him to walk with him, and conversation turns to a place called jedha. you have news from jedha? come on. tivik is clearly an informant, to those who would recognize it.]
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[ 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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