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Jinny frowned. This girl was not getting the picture. “I don’t think you have anything I want.” She looked on resolutely as she was also sized up. It was a bit of a surprise to her, however. Usually she was the one to do that, not the other way around. She found that she didn’t mind it.

She didn’t miss the tiny flicker of pink, either, and wondered what that was about. The girl was very obviously metahuman, unlike Jinny who could hide it until necessary. What sort of power did she have, exactly? Maybe…

“Tell you what. If you can manage to impress me sometime, I’ll consider it. Not now, but… sometime. ‘Kay?” With that, she stood up.

“Come on, I want to go outside.” That was for Slade. It was very rare that she spoke in that kind of tone to anyone, let alone him, but it seemed she was trying to keep up appearances. After gathering up her paperwork, she headed for the door. Her chin was raised high, and it would be clear to her uncle that she was copying his ‘Move or be run over’ sort of walk.

Once outside, however, and out of range of other people, she slumped and exhaled. “Don’t they know it’s rude to stare?” She scowled, huffing softly. It seemed the morning was wearing her down already. “I didn’t like that. But I’m probably going to have to get used to it, aren’t I?” Sighing, she started walking the grounds in an aimless way.
“Do you think they’ll expect something of me? Like, something extra?” Her nails went to her mouth and she began to chew.

“This is already better than regular school in a lot of ways. But I…” She fidgeted, then voiced her thought. “I really don’t want to disappoint you.”

Location: Team jet
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Mirage was settled into one of the jet’s seats, staring off at nothing. How had that mission gone wrong so fast?

Personally, she felt rather accomplished. She had done her part, and done it rather well, at least in her own mind. Her illusions and staff had both come in handy. Although she had very nearly lost it after two guards stared right through her. Thank goodness she’d been practicing invisibility since she was a child. Being spotted would have been… well, “bad” wasn’t even the word for it.

It was quiet in the jet. Rain was silent at the controls, she wasn’t sure if the others were sleeping, and poor Daphne was huddled in blankets near the back, where the engines were. She felt sorry for her fellow hero. Even though it helped to know that she wasn’t the only one on the team that struggled with confidence, she knew having a power that you couldn’t fully control could be… deadly.

Getting up and stretching her back, she crossed the seats to where Daphne was seated. Without preamble, she began to speak.

“It’s not your fault, Daphne. We’re all still learning. Those of us with unique powers… well, we have to learn with the current, don’t we?” Although she didn’t know it, the closest English expression was ‘learn on the fly’. Without warning, she wrapped up Daphne in a soft hug.

“I’m sure you’re all warm and cozy in your blankets. It’s okay to come out when you are ready.” Her voice was low, so only Daphne could here. Flashing the other girl a gentle, sharp-toothed smile, she retreated. Maybe that would help, maybe it wouldn’t.

Then she startled, her senses finally noticing Ja, on the ceiling of the jet very near Daphne. “Gah! Um.” She looked up slowly, waving. “Hi Ja. How are you feeling?” She noted that he had been somewhat morose once they all got over the adrenaline.
Kijani watched Prince Eskel leave, and sighed faintly. She was glad he was listening, and hadn’t made a rash decision. She almost didn’t hear Master Yoda, simply nodding along to his comments.

“Wait a min – what?”

She looked down at her diminutive Master, who was smirking ever so slightly. “Do I wish he were Adam? Wha - no - I mean, why would I want that? Adam is no prince. If he was, I probably wouldn’t like him as much as I do…”

As what she said passed her lips, she blanched. “Attachment is – you said I can’t – I’ve been focusing so hard on training, I haven’t had time to – ”

Realizing she was stammering and making little sense, she took a deep breath.

“I need a walk, Master. I’ll be back.”

With that, she left the hut and set off at a jog. Away from Eskel. Away from Yoda and his prying questions. She moved through the swamp, paying very little attention to where she was headed. Without meaning to, she found the largest tree in their area of the planet. With weak knees and a heavy heart, she sunk under it and shut her eyes.

The next thing she was aware of was the cold. It seemed to seep into her bones as she got up and started to walk. There was no sound but her own footsteps, as she moved on what seemed like water. Her feet seemed to be leading her somewhere, and so she simply walked.

The rushing of water hit her ears. Before she could blink, she was surrounded by water, covered in it, consumed by it. Everywhere she turned was dark and wet, and she couldn’t find the way up. Shutting her eyes, she let the Force guide her. She swam on and on, lungs burning, and somehow she was looking up at the surface. Three faces looked down at her, hands out stretched to receive her.

They were all her.

The first was dressed in queenly robes. Her dreadlocks fell down her back, and she had an elegant and ramrod posture. She was older, and somehow looked very much like her mother. Her golden eyes were resolute and stern. Eskel was behind her, hand on her shoulder.

The second was robed like a Jedi Master of old. The robes were soft white and tan, and her lightsaber hung prominently from her belt. Her chin was raised, gaze earnest and calm. Adam was behind her, hand on her shoulder.

The third was dressed in black. Her hair was shaved to a short black fuzz, and she held a dazzling deep burgundy lightsaber in her hands. Her eyes were bright, too bright, almost manic, and she was smiling. There was a leather gloved hand on her shoulder, and as she looked up -

Vader came into view.

Kijani awoke – choking, shivering, drenched in a cold sweat. She coughed hard, as if clearing water from her lungs. Her heart thundered in her chest as she got her bearings. Even her clothes were somewhat damp, as if she had truly been trapped underwater.
She knew that dream, that vision, had been very important. Her choices had been laid bare.

She set back off for home at a run, bursting in the door.

“Master Yoda! Something happened…” And she started to explain.
Trying to helpfully drag Bright Ops into this mess. No Player left behind.
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Jin nodded happily, as Vyarin asked for assistance. "Yes, I will help." Of course she would. If any of her sisters had shown interest, she gladly would have taught them too. "Oh, your... eye... I am forgetting." She genuinely had - sometimes men had injuries of battle, even practice battles, or hunting accidents. She had learned to overlook them, working with men. Just as they had learned to overlook her breasts, for the most part. "I will help again!" There had to be some kind of way to assist, even though Prince Vyarin would likely never be a good shot. Maybe a bigger target perhaps?

She realized she was probably taking up too much of his time. This was supposed to be a ball, after all. If Father saw, he'd probably try to pair them. The Prodzy prince was pleasant, certainly, but she was not ready for that. (Also, was it her imagination, or had she caught A Look from Annalise earlier?)

"Please be excused of me." She curtsied properly as soon as there was a brief break in the music, and left Vyarin's side. One day, she'd visit Prodzy, and maybe come back with a nice customized longbow.

Scanning her eyes around the ballroom, she noticed a newcomer. It was hard not to notice him; his ears were tipped and his hair was frost white. If her memory served, this was the prince they had been missing.

She approached him and curtsied again. "Good evening." Her eyes took everything in, from the uniform, to the sword, to the distant expression. "...If you are who I think you are, you are quite late."

@Bright_Ops

Jin's eyes lit up as she was understood. "Yes, archery!" She nearly shouted it in Prodzy, the word finally having popped into her head with all his gesturing. "I very like archery!" Father would just die if he knew how much of a mess she was making with the language. His Prodzy was elegant. A little formal, probably, but that was his way.

"Oloyeva make bows!" So he had someone in the family who made bows. This was good news. Although she was still working out the whole 'father-brother' thing. "Do you... to enjoy archery?" Hopefully he would say yes. That would give them something real to talk about. Talk as much as they could manage with the language barrier, anyway.

Jin had to giggle softly as she was basically called a ‘not man’ by Vyarin. It was not a derisive laugh to mock him, more of an amused one. “Woman.” She corrected gently. “Do not worry. We dance now.” Her Prodzy probably sounded awful to him.

Waiting for the right beat of the music, she moved seamlessly into dancing. She gestured for Vyarin to follow with the steps he had just practiced. Hopefully he understood. She didn’t want them to go to the dance floor just yet – she did not want the organized chaos to throw the Prince off his steps. Especially without being able to fully see, just like Annalise. One left where a right was supposed to be could throw off the whole line. She had seen it happen before, and had the sore toes and ruined slippers to prove it.

It was very sweet to see him trying so hard. He was doing remarkably well for a first timer. She knew from her reading that Prodzy was a bit of a harsh and warlike country. She wondered, if her father chose them to be married, if he could possibly understand her strange proclivities. But with her limited language, she wasn’t sure how to bring it up.

Still, there was no harm in trying. As she moved through the dance, she spoke again. “Do you… um…” There was no Prodzy word for archery popping up in her head though she knew they had one, so she briefly mimicked the proper stance for a bow and arrow, and let off an invisible shot. "Now I am the forget." And she laughed.
As they went through the rote motions and changed the lights, Jin found themself half-listening to conversations from the students.

“– can’t believe they gave us an exam after Break – ”

“ – ate way too much for Thanksgiving dinner – ”

“– and I swear she’s fucking the TA – ”

Useless chatter, most of it. Jin had spent the majority of their Thanksgiving in a line at the food bank, able to get one plate of turkey and vegetables donated by a local restaurant. That had been nice. There had been dusty cans of food as well, no doubt from the back of some rich person’s pantry. It seemed the only time there were really donations were around the holidays. Most people forgot the homeless existed the rest of the year. Jin had gotten used to the continuous, gnawing hunger that came from never really being satiated. This was just par for the course of their life – there was just not enough to go around. Homeless shelters were out of the question; there was no place for someone like them.

Another conversation caught Jin’s ear.

“– just leave the plate, the cleaning people will pick it up, it’s their job after all – ”

Jin felt an old, familiar anger bubble up in their stomach at those statements. Casting their eyes toward that particular conversation, they saw two girls getting up from their table, and indeed, leaving plates full of half-eaten food behind. Jin’s fist clenched so hard that their knuckles popped in unison. They wanted, so badly, to say something to those spoiled brats. The staff had enough to do without cleaning up after those stupid children who had everything. For all the opportunities and gifts they had likely been given in their life, they couldn’t even bother to take a plate to the trash? Rich people were the absolute scum of society.

Pouring the rest of their focus into their work lest their tongue get them in trouble, Jin finished up the cafeteria lights and started packing up.

As the brats took their leave, Dakota and his annoyed expression took their place. Disgruntled from the damage caused in the bathroom earlier and frustrated with his own feelings, he had found himself making a U-Turn and skipping his class. That last nap made him hungry, anyhow: He could at least find a little joy in some food instead of being pestered about somehow else prying on how much of an opportunity he was wasting.

His irritated march came to a halt when he saw the leftover mess on one of the tables. Now, he was more than happy to spite himself, but the sight of someone having left their mess laying around for someone else to pick up was just terrible. Where was the common courtesy? Sure, there was staff who were paid to clean, but that didn't mean leave them more of a mess than they already had to deal with. "People around here." He grumbled to himself, gathering up the garbage. He took one of the crumpled up, unused napkins from a mini stack that was left behind and used it to sweep some of the crumbs off the table and back onto one of the plates, as well as clean some sauce he couldn't particularly identify off the table, though it'd probably still need a proper wipe-down later.

Satisfied with his quick job, he took the plates and carried them over to dump them in the trash. Noting there seemed to be a university staff member packing up some of their work supplies in front of his destination, he passed by only a short distance away, offering a simple "'Scuse me, sorry!" As he managed to dump the trash in its rightful place. Momentarily standing there to clap his hands together and brush a few crumbs off into the trash.

“Oh, sorry.” Jin shifted the ladder backward, to keep from blocking the garbage, half watching the guy throw things away. Then they did a double-take. Had they really just seen that?
“Uh.” They really did not like talking to the students. Despite being within the same age group of most of them, Jin always felt a deep disconnection. They were the ‘haves’ and Jin was most definitely a ‘have not’. Without making eye contact, Jin continued to speak.
“Did you actually just clean up after those girls?” They didn’t see a uniform or badge or anything else on him. He wasn’t a worker. “Why?” The old anger had been buried and replaced by utter confusion.
Dakota turned, hands getting a final wipe against his jeans as an attempt to clean them as his head slightly cocked to the left at the question. He hadn't actually expected someone to notice his small deed, let alone question it, but considering the tone the boy couldn't help but try and provide them with an answer, as simple as it was. "There's enough for staff to do without people piling crap on," He answered, gesturing towards everything being packed from whatever they'd been doing. "Not like I came here being productive anyways, why not pick it up and loosen the load on you guys a little? Just good manners."

Jin stared for a moment, very surprised. It seemed that all the ‘haves’ were not built the same. That was refreshing. A twist of guilt hit them, as they realized that they’d been shoving all the students into the same little box. That wasn’t without reason, but still…

A faint smile appeared on their face. “Well, thank you for doing that. You’re a really thoughtful person.” Definitely more thoughtful than most of the other students, that was for sure. How many times had they seen trash and other things simply left behind on benches for someone else to deal with? It got old, and fast.

There wasn't much room to hide the small but cheery grin on his face, Dakota feeling a mixture of embarrassment and satisfaction in being able to help. "Hah, it's not an issue. If people were a bit more considerate maybe we wouldn't have so many problems day-to-day." Momentarily, his mind raced to the ways he wanted people to be considerate of how he felt after his whole medical ordeal. That wasn't anyone's problem but his, though, so he'd happily bottle that up as to not ruin a decent conversation.
Jin found themselves chuckling softly at the boy’s grin. “I totally agree with you, there. You wouldn’t believe how many dorm lightbulbs I have to change. Stuff people could do for themselves. There’s enough larger work around this place that I could skip all of that and have plenty to do still… I mean, you can Google how to change a lightbulb, right? Geez, you would think… n-nevermind.” Realizing they were about to launch into a pretty bad rant, they backed off a bit. Out of the corner of their eye, they noticed something on the cafeteria wall that they could swear hadn’t been there before.

There was a crack in the plaster, a decently sized one at that. Usually that kind of thing was on the bathroom floor due to humidity, not in the middle of a cafeteria. “’Scuse me a sec.” Jin said, carefully putting down their tools and approaching the wall. They poked gingerly at the crack in the wall, finding it warm to the touch.

“That’s… really weird.” They sighed, marking it down in a little pocket notebook all the maintenance crews carried. It helped to notice what needed to be done before it became a larger problem. Goodness knew Jin would probably be the one asked to fix it later.

Going back to the boy, Jin apologized quietly for leaving the conversation. Then there was a pause, as if they didn’t know what to say. Which was the case. “Uh. I guess I should let you get some food, huh?”

Blinking away from the thought of someone not knowing how to replace a lightbulb, the mentioning of food did catch Dakota's interest. He almost forgot that's why he came marching this way in the first place, one of his hands gently pressing against his stomach as if to visualize his hunger. "Ach, maybe so. First meal of the day is the most important one!" He stated, keeping a positive disposition. Maybe that was why things were getting to him so much: A good meal might make today go a lot smoother, though this conversation had helped a bit overall.

"But maybe I'll see ya around? You definitely gave me a reason to keep picking up trash I see--" Pausing, he realized that the two of them hadn't exchanged names at all, which brought him to a halt as he thought of a way to rephrase it without needing a name, before giving up and changing the subject entirely to names. "For someone talking about manners, I sure lack 'em! Didn't even introduce myself; Name's Dakota." His introduction was followed by an extended hand, the boy noting he didn't really know many of the people here, and beyond popular belief, the staff were people, too. They didn't even seem to have much of an age gap, though someone working diligently like that was probably a few years his senior, he assumed.

Jin was a bit lost in thought, wondering if they had in fact eaten yet today. Sure, breakfast was nice when you could get it. But work coffee was free, and Jin tended to add a ton of sugar just to keep their energy up. It wasn’t break time for another several hours, and the job paid for one meal a day. Jin usually piled their plate as much as physically possible, and the staff usually let them get away with it.

Coming out of their thoughts, they noticed the boy’s – Dakota’s – outstretched hand. “Oh, right.” They wiped their hand on their pants, trying to make it clean before shaking Dakota’s hand briefly. “The name’s Jin. You’ll probably see me all over the place doing what I do. Feel free to come up and talk – it’s nice to have a little break.” A faint smile lit their eyes up. “And thanks again for being a cool person.”

Jin... Dakota repeated the name mentally, trying to nail it into his noggin as he gently shook their hand. "For sure! Be careful though, or I might keep ya from getting any work done." He offered as mostly a joke, but with a certain fondness for social activity, it was quite possible he'd talk Jin's poor ears off one day without meaning to. That final thanks meant a lot, even if it was all over just a few crumbs and some plates. Or maybe there was more he couldn't read into, though his mind wouldn't drift off that far thinking about it. "Ah, you're too kind. I better get going before I start getting embarrassed or something." He remarked playfully, grip loosening and allowing his hand to slip away, a small thumbs' up being about all that was left he could offer to Jin before he went to look over what sort of selection the cafeteria had for a hungry individual like himself.

Unfortunately for him, he was not only hungry, but also indecisive. He scratched at his chin as he thought way too much about his decision, being more of a prop in front of the staff than an actual customer as he began letting other people go in front of him because of his lack of ability to choose. It seemed his late breakfast would probably take a little while longer.
Jin flashed a thumbs up of their own, chuckling as they started gathering up the tools and ladder again. That had been a pleasant distraction, but now it was back to work. They had to report in for the next task, not to mention advise the boss about that wall...

(Collab between @Mistress dizzy and @Potemking)
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Jin had to pause and think when she remembered that the prince could not speak her language. Fair enough; her own Prodzy wasn't the best. Language had never come easy to her. Perhaps pieced together, they could come to understanding. Swiftly, she slid the platter in danger back to a secure position, then joined Vyarin's side.

"Please - watch." She had to dig for words. Instead of saying more, she gestured at the dance floor, for him to watch the dancers more. Then she took his arm, and led him through the dance once, slowly. "You are -" She waved her slender brown hand, searching for the right words. "Good! But you need more-" What was Prodzy for experience, again? “You need more training.” Close enough.

"Again?" The round dance had reached the beginning again, and she started up, watching his feet this time. "Oh, there?" She lifted the edges of her dress, showing off one slim ankle. "This." She placed her steps as a man would. "Okay?" Then she smiled up at him, and it seemed more of a real one than the strained polite smile she'd been wearing all night. Even though she was likened to a silent stepping cat sometimes, dancing with others was not a natural occurrence for her. She would much rather spend her steps in the forest.

Location: La Hoya
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Mirage was about to speak up about perhaps trying to find a way to steal some of the venom, when the alarms went off. She initially panicked, starting to sweat despite the icy cold of the room. Hearing Rain over comms made it worse, and she spent a precious moment taking a very deep breath to center herself.

Luckily, Zatara was calm, if not annoyed. His idea to break down the wall seemed crazy, but it was also going to be unexpected to their enemies. “Burn down the wall? I’m with you.” She had to think about it first, though. The purple fire was catching, but didn’t seemed to be doing much more than external damage. Didn’t humans make their buildings from stone, much like Atlanteans?

“I’ve got this.” She anchored her staff against the ground, and willed it to control earth. The octopus lit up and the wall started to crack, right where the fire was. It seemed to take an agonizing amount of time, but the cracks spread, the concrete in the wall starting to crumble down under Mirage’s magic. Once there was a sizable hole, enough so that she could see some wood beams, she switched the control to fire and started pouring out red-orange flames to burn through it.

“Come on…” She poured on the magic, making the flame brighter and hotter. “We need to get outta here...”
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