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[insurgent]

safehouse kitchen.

[ Jyn Erso has yet to eat anything in the communal area today — in fact, one might recognize her as the woman prone to eating takeaway, leaving before she has to engage with crowds of her fellow displaced. It isn’t so much that she’s anti-social, but rather unused to such extended contact with so many. Not a loner, no, but someone accustomed to solitude. (Prison does that to you.)

Today, she upends a bowl of fruits into her satchel. After peering into the bag and giving it a light shake, she appears satisfied with her meal and latches the bag shut.

Her next step never hits the floor, phasing through it instead. She yelps, stumbling and thwacking her arm on the counter in an attempt to find purchase. Ultimately, she frees her limb, but she ends up on her arse for the trouble. ]

getaway.

[ Outside a seedy club, Jyn crouches beside a hoverbike. A fizz and spark draw attention to her, and she looks around, checking for tails. Maybe she sees someone; maybe she misses them.

Regardless, she keeps at it, tinkering away with a compact tool. Looks like someone means to hitch a ride. ]

( safehouse kitchen )

[vrituom]

( quill had been watching her, watching the fruit slowly disappear.

and then her-- sort of. she doesn't move to help, watching the slight struggle from where she's leaning against the wall. it's only when one of the apples rolls towards her from jyn's bag, the woman now free but down, does quill move.

she picks up the apple, taking a step closer with the motion )

Interesting trick.

( and then takes a bite of the apple )

[insurgent]

[ jyn leans back on her elbows, propping herself up before she fully recovers. she wants to skitter her hands across the floor, searching for a trapdoor, only she can’t, not with an observer.

and a composed one, at that. it makes her gaze sharpen. ]

It's just that.

[ a gruff retort, disbelief rising within her as she sits up. that was — otherworldly. ]

[vrituom]

That's not what I saw.

( mouth full of apple, not really caring. other than eating she doesn't move, almost statuesque as she stares down at jyn )

You disappeared. Now that's curious.

[insurgent]

[ in some ways, it’s validating to hear that she saw what jyn felt. in others, well, it’s unsettling.

despite her want for solitude, she runs her hand along the floor. dirt catches on her fingertips, and she rubs them together. ]

Well. [ her mouth twists, turned down at the corner. ] That’s never happened before.

[vrituom]

Then the question is whether it will happen again.

( and, for a moment, she sounds a little interested in that.

finally, she steps towards her, offering a hand down to her )

[insurgent]

[ after a brief hesitation, she accepts the offered hand — only her hand phases through, a byproduct of her uncertainty. ]

Kriffing — [ she swings the hand down on the floor, only it turns tangible and sends a pang up her arm. she bites down a hiss of pain. ] They must have done something to me.

[ the nebulous they. ]

[vrituom]

( the huh she makes is very interested. so this woman had never had this sort of ability before and couldn't control it.

quill didn't have a clue what had happened to her but she did know something about controlling how you felt.

her hand stays reached out, a small sort of insistent motion to get her to try again )

Focus on touching my hand. Know that you will.

[insurgent]

[ it’s a softer instruction than she expects, and despite all her instincts telling her to do otherwise, she steels herself and focuses. at the back of her mind, she thinks, the force is with me.

her brow creases as she concentrates. then, she reaches out and takes quill’s hand, pulling herself to her feet. the empathy bond offers a calm edged with control, barely contained and simmering conflict just under the sheen of her determination. ]

Thanks. [ immediately, she pulls away, looking down at her open palm for clues as to what happened. ]

[vrituom]

( the calm doesn't go unnoticed, neither will the similar feelings that the empathy bond gives to jyn from quill -- a heavy dose of rage masking pain underneath. it says something that she's as well put together as she is )

You won't find anything.

( her apple, though remaining in her hand, seems to have lost her interest, it just held half-eaten as she continues observing the woman )

Whatever they did they won't have left a mark.

[insurgent]

[ huh. jyn has been told of the bond from the person who led her here, but the powers hadn't come up. one blow after another, threatening to knock her to her knees. ]

Then how did they do it...

[ her voice is forcibly even, without the uptick typical of a question. she doesn't expect an answer. she looks up, searching quill's face for tells. ]

Is it the same for you?

[vrituom]

( there are seconds of silence, quill studying her hard enough that it could feel like she was staring through her.

and then she moves, sitting at the nearest table, dropping the half-eaten apple onto it )

No. ( not entirely, anyway. she doesn't disappear through things. she wonders if they weren't expecting what she was before she began but-- everyone had something ) Everyone seems to be different. With one annoying similarity.