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It was chill, nothing to report. Same as Damo though. One day off and then back into the fray.
Yeah, irl comes first. ^_^
Settled in the same room as the others, Kassandra stayed silent as the next mission was discussed. Being that the last one had been a hair short of full blown disaster, “anxiety” didn’t come close to what she was feeling.
It was simultaneously like she’d never done this before, yet was weighted with the knowledge of exactly what could happen if things went wrong. She wouldn’t let it happen again – she’d put her own self on the hook before that. How to prepare? There were so many things that could go wrong on just a regular mission, but this one was even more vital. Before she could untwist the tangle of questions in her mind, Pei caught her attention.
To her own surprise, she felt a grin flit across her face. Something about Pei’s goofiness shot through her confusion like a knife. When the little display was done, she actually did write something down – though it doubtless was not whatever she was meant to learn.
Being still in fear will not protect them. Relax.
Kassandra waited for the others before speaking up in turn. “What are this girl’s skills? Does she have powers? If she’s our age but working for the other side, she must have something that makes her useful, correct? I don’t want to get into another situation that could have been avoided with prior knowledge.”
Unlike the last time she’d mentioned this failing to Batman, she spoke with a calm that stated the point without the anger attached. Under Martian Manhunter’s guidance, she’d gone back to her usual meditation, but deeper. Her past was like a venomous barb trapped under her skin, leaking anger and poisoning her heart. One day, she knew she’d have to speak in full about her past, to dig through the pain and excise it. She wouldn’t heal with the poison still in her. One day.
“We need to know that. And maybe what her personality is like also. That way, maybe we can watch for signs that she’s decided to stop helping. Also... I have never been wealthy. Even when I was working in Atlantis in the palace, I was seen more or less as a student. No one of import.” She managed a soft chuckle."I know how to present to the wealthy and self important though. A lot of obvious sychophancy, bowing and scraping. But spit in their wake when they leave."
“No, Bastian, of course it’s not a good idea. But I need to do something - anything else, or I’ll explode into stardust. I know you’d enjoy the quiet… but then you’d miss me!” An impish grin lit Jinny’s face, her black eyes glittering with excitement. “And I think you’re old enough for your horns to sprout, if you get them? Don't ask me how it all works.”
Jinny was not certain exactly how old he was, to think of it. Not all of the members of the Academy were children. Master Skywalker had found Jedi from all across the galaxy, some adults who had secretly been training their own students. Some had been sought, and left behind their families to train, like Bastian had. Others were just foundlings, trying to make a life out of nothing. Jinny was one of those –
The blonde human's pockets had been picked clean, like so many others on the south Coruscant ports. Unlike the north ports, which were reserved for the wealthy and well-off, the south ports were for the average traveler. Busy, crowded, full of people in a hurry. People made mistakes, left things behind… or didn’t watch their belongings. If something went missing, it was just assumed that it’d been dropped and would never be seen again. Jin was underfed, and smaller than the average child. Slipping through the crowd was no challenge. Getting her small, nimble hands on things was even easier. Along with an instinctive knack for choosing potential targets, theft had become profitable enough to keep her from starvation.
Every time she went to make a pull, she repeated a silent mantra in her heart. “Don’t see me. Don’t see me, don’t see me.” It drummed in her mind like her heartbeat, picking up the pace as she took a hard earned prize. In went her hand, out came a shining device. She dipped through the crowd, not looking backward as she did. Looking over your shoulder was bad luck – and an obvious tell of guilt besides. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the same aspects that made the little criminal’s work so simple also made it easy for others to follow her…
“Look, just come on. I’ll make you more of that metal polish you said you like.” She hooked her arm around his and led the way to the docks. As they walked, she felt herself calming. Her mind was always going – seeing too much, hearing too much, cataloging and calculating. So far, the only thing that had ever quelled it was repairing things. Until she’d met Bastian. She couldn’t explain why, and had never tried, but something about his presence quieted the chaos in her. Ever since they’d met, his calm manner, his patience with her constant chatter, his focus and discipline had impressed her. Sure as the stars coming out at night… it made her better.
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It took little time for them to reach the second dock. Jinny pulled up her hood and slipped away from Bastian, letting her instincts choose a good hiding spot. It was almost like stealing again, having to put her eyes and ears and body on the alert.
Jinny was not certain exactly how old he was, to think of it. Not all of the members of the Academy were children. Master Skywalker had found Jedi from all across the galaxy, some adults who had secretly been training their own students. Some had been sought, and left behind their families to train, like Bastian had. Others were just foundlings, trying to make a life out of nothing. Jinny was one of those –
The blonde human's pockets had been picked clean, like so many others on the south Coruscant ports. Unlike the north ports, which were reserved for the wealthy and well-off, the south ports were for the average traveler. Busy, crowded, full of people in a hurry. People made mistakes, left things behind… or didn’t watch their belongings. If something went missing, it was just assumed that it’d been dropped and would never be seen again. Jin was underfed, and smaller than the average child. Slipping through the crowd was no challenge. Getting her small, nimble hands on things was even easier. Along with an instinctive knack for choosing potential targets, theft had become profitable enough to keep her from starvation.
Every time she went to make a pull, she repeated a silent mantra in her heart. “Don’t see me. Don’t see me, don’t see me.” It drummed in her mind like her heartbeat, picking up the pace as she took a hard earned prize. In went her hand, out came a shining device. She dipped through the crowd, not looking backward as she did. Looking over your shoulder was bad luck – and an obvious tell of guilt besides. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the same aspects that made the little criminal’s work so simple also made it easy for others to follow her…
“Look, just come on. I’ll make you more of that metal polish you said you like.” She hooked her arm around his and led the way to the docks. As they walked, she felt herself calming. Her mind was always going – seeing too much, hearing too much, cataloging and calculating. So far, the only thing that had ever quelled it was repairing things. Until she’d met Bastian. She couldn’t explain why, and had never tried, but something about his presence quieted the chaos in her. Ever since they’d met, his calm manner, his patience with her constant chatter, his focus and discipline had impressed her. Sure as the stars coming out at night… it made her better.
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It took little time for them to reach the second dock. Jinny pulled up her hood and slipped away from Bastian, letting her instincts choose a good hiding spot. It was almost like stealing again, having to put her eyes and ears and body on the alert.
I'm going to back out. I'm sorry.
I have the desire to write but not the energy.
Kassandra Keighley-Rey
Kassandra arrived a bit later than the others. She'd fallen straight asleep when she got home, and after that, debated heavily over to whether to show up at all. A part of her figured that they weren't actually expecting her to come. Hard to leave someone out of an invite when they were in the same crowd, after all. But here she was. The dress she wore was out of fashion, clearly having been patched up more than once. The rest of the outfit said the same. High effort, low bank balance. Still, she wasn't entirely unfortunate.
When she saw the others, she stalled. Clearly hesitant, she sat on the barstool nearest the corner. Her voice was all but a whisper, and yet it seemed to drag attention across the room.
"Um... h-hi everyone."
Yeah yall keep going. My current health status is Bad so I can't sit at the computer recently.
I would like to RP the night I've just been decently ill and working very hard.
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