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𝐉𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲𝐧 ❝𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞❞ 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨 ([personal profile] forceshadowed) wrote in [community profile] helloeverybunny2019-06-23 11:20 am
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OPEN RP POST • STAR WARS MINGLE ⭐️



whatever it is you've been doing
you are now in Canto Bight!


That's right. It's just like those jamjar games. One moment you're minding your own business, and then... poof!
You're in Canto Bight for no apparent reason.
(Or you've always wanted to be here, and you finally did it. Whatever, we're not the cops.)

That's not the weirdest part, though. Because you might be seeing double.
It's like the time-space continuum collapsed over the city
and now doubles and multiples of you or people you like hate want to kill know are appearing.
So go have fun with that!



HOW TO PLAY:
    • Toplevel your character. Different version/AU, different toplevel please.
    • Add a short background or link to an info post, and indicate prefs. TELL US WHAT KIND OF SHENANIGANS YOU'RE LOOKING FOR. Shipping, smut, family reunions, dark side shenanigans, murder, a Ben Solo smackdown...
    • Troll Reply to others.
    • Lather, rise, repeat.
    • Please note that while the intent of this post is for characters from various Star Wars verses to mingle, you don't need a Star Wars character to play! All characters are welcome — characters AU'd into SW, characters having interacted with SW characters in games and memes, fandom OCs, ship babies, etc.
    • Have fun and be excellent to each other! ♥
seenitbefore: (squirrelly)

another sad jacket man

[personal profile] seenitbefore 2019-06-26 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ hi! I am super here for intergenerational stuff - I can do you a CW-era babyspy or a Tired Old Man for sequel AU shenanigans - sneaky shit and weirdness! Hell, throw a doppelganger at him, they can be wearily disgusted together. ]
candor1: (R1 . touch . smile)

All your jackets are belong to us

[personal profile] candor1 2019-06-26 12:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Doppelganger you say...? Maybe one who assumes they’ve been cloned somehow?]
seenitbefore: (work with me here)

that's why his coat's so big. it's full of secrets.

[personal profile] seenitbefore 2019-06-26 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ quite possibly! Or some kind of weirdass masking technology! The properly suspicious mind can come up with all KINDS of worrying explanations! ]
candor1: (Uwing . I'm not the one . smile)

Oh my god, Kay, you can't just ask someone why they're…

[personal profile] candor1 2019-06-26 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[I am so here for this :-D You wanna start or should I?]
seenitbefore: (here goes nothing)

we should totally just stab vader!

[personal profile] seenitbefore 2019-06-26 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ if you feel inspired go ahead, otherwise I will tackle it this evening! ]
candor1: (Scarif . smile . do you think . down)

Get in, loser, we're infiltrating!

[personal profile] candor1 2019-06-27 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
[YAY, thank ye!]
seenitbefore: (squirrelly)

don't just spring these things on him, universe >:|

[personal profile] seenitbefore 2019-06-27 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
This is the wrong street.

He spins on his heel the instant that fact registers, but the door snaps shut in his face. No going back that way, even if he were fool enough to try, and he flattens his back against the wall instead, waiting for the blow to fall.

Nothing happens.

He’s in a narrow lane, a blind alley to the best of his observation; no windows as high as he can see - and there are no buildings this tall, anywhere near the district he should be in. He should be, still. There was the usual obfuscation on his way in, unnecessary turns and stairs and switchbacks to throw off his sense of direction, but he’d swear he didn’t actually travel that far.

And the light is wrong, the angle and color of the sun, the quality of the air, as if he’s not even on the same planet. Which is not possible. (Is it?)

He stands there with his back to the wall and breathes, slow and even. Down the way there’s a glimpse of a shabby side street, the sound of unremarkable traffic. A shapeless pile of something or someone. Flickering of random shadows as assorted sentients pass by the mouth of the alley without pausing.

No.

Someone pauses. Someone turns in. Someone human or the next thing to it, who’s about his size, who moves like…

Cassian stays where he is. He leans against the wall like a man trying to get his breath or his balance back, and eases one hand beneath his jacket. Keep moving, friend. There’s nobody here.
Edited (copy/paste why do you betray me) 2019-06-27 02:33 (UTC)
candor1: (Yavin . shadow)

[personal profile] candor1 2019-06-27 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
All he needs is an empty alley. Somewhere he can slip into a shadow and use his personal transponder to see if anyone (Kaytoo?) is in range, or has left a message, or if he can use the holonet to figure out what pfassking planet he's on…

and when…

I do. Someone's listening.

Closing the vault door now. Goodbye.


There was too much there. Shut it out, for now. One thing at a time. Right now, pure logistics.

(If nothing else, to keep the grief at bay.)

He didn't feel like he was under the influence of anything. At the same time, he should be injured—ruptures, fractures, concussion—from being shot off the datacore, and he wasn't. Same time, again, this was not behaving like a dream or hallucination, and he kept not waking up.

Hard to fend off the lightheaded, superstitious wondering if the Force, somehow… through Chirrut's prayer or Jyn's crystal…?

Doesn't matter. The answers to those questions were important but weren't the first things to deal with.

There was an alley; he ducked into it.

Only to come up short, spine straightening, skin crawling. It wasn't as empty as he'd thought. But most people couldn't make themselves as invisible as…?

Slowly, Cassian turned, cursing himself for letting someone else be between him and the only exit. If he could, he'd just slip back out again, but…
seenitbefore: (don't mind me)

[personal profile] seenitbefore 2019-06-27 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
Eyes downcast. Breathing steady. I'm not the one you want. I'm no one at all.

- he moves like a soldier. He moves like a killer. He's not some random stranger looking for a corner to piss in. It's possible - more than possible; likely - that he's here for Cassian. Or rather for Sira, who's become inconvenient to those in the building behind him, who's pushed a little too hard, who's clearly done something fatally wrong or he'd be where he's supposed to be, and -

Nothing. The stranger does nothing, as he watches under his lashes, except to hesitate and double back, and then hesitate again.

Which is weird, the way the guy himself is weird, incongruous, bizarrely familiar, and Cassian can feel the weight of his gaze, the two long heartbeats of his hesitation, and doesn't think he can count on a third.

It's nine-tenths instinct: brazen it out. Catch him off guard if you can. He puts as much boredom into it as his pounding pulse will allow. "Someone after you?"
candor1: (Yavin . mugshot)

[personal profile] candor1 2019-07-02 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
…our voices sound different, in our own heads, than they do out in the world…

…but how is Cassian not going to recognize that voice?

(Even just hearing the same accent on a planet like this would catch his attention. This goes way beyond that.)

Somewhere between staring and frowning, Cassian angled his body away from the other man—not trying to impose, signaling a kind of deference and opportunity to escape—while simultaneously taking a subtle step closer to him. Not enough data, collect more… no matter how weird what he already just got… "Not at the moment. How about you?"
seenitbefore: (what)

[personal profile] seenitbefore 2019-07-02 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
He has to glance up at that; there's no avoiding it. And, having looked -

I'm dreaming, he thinks, and What kind of sick sense of humor--? and I look like hell. Chaos in his head, a shuddering sensation deep in his chest: disbelief and rage and a kind of atavistic horror and something else, something worse, that might even be sympathy.

Only one of those is useful.

The third heartbeat passes, finally. Cassian shoves everything else down, and looks the other in the eye. In a voice as cold and even as fallen snow, he says, "What is this?"
candor1: (NiJedha . okay then)

[personal profile] candor1 2019-07-02 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
Good feking question.

Cassian dropped any casualness and faced the… other, head on. "I was hoping you'd tell me."

The Clone Wars were in living memory. He'd fought on the side that used droids. Could someone have taken the biological data from him anyway? …There were ample opportunities, he winced to think. But why would any of them—anyone at all—bother with him?

He wanted to ask for name, rank, and serial number, but what if the point of this was to get such info out of him?

(Paranoia was exhausting.)

Finally, he said: "Where did your father die*?"
seenitbefore: (so dubious)

[personal profile] seenitbefore 2019-07-02 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
Almost, almost he takes that bait, caught by a reflexive flare of pure blind fury - too sudden, too close to the bone -

But in the next breath his good sense reasserts itself, and he laughs a little. Of course that's the angle; wouldn't he do the same thing? Would he have the effrontery? Probably. "Good try," he tells the stranger with his face, flashes a deliberate smile. "But no. What is it you're really after?"
candor1: (Scarif . tower . keep going)

[personal profile] candor1 2019-07-02 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
Likewise: nice try. "Right now, figuring out who and what the pfassk you are." Cassian kept his arms loose at his sides—where he could quickdraw his weapon if the other did so. But hands, for the moment, empty. "Where I stand: Either you're here to trick me, or something's tricking both of us. Either way, we gotta tell each other something. How's this: I'm here from the data vault." There were a few in his past but only one he'd refer to as The. …He added: "With her."

(Same.)
seenitbefore: (direct)

[personal profile] seenitbefore 2019-07-02 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
This makes, if possible, less sense than the rest. "You've lost me."

Watching him is disorienting, uncomfortably intimate - microexpressions he knows from the inside, movements whose every nuance he can feel in his own nerves, little tics he'd forgotten he has. On some visceral level he can't help but trust the man: I know you. On another, almost as deep, he can't help but distrust: I know what you're doing.

The speech patterns, on the other hand, are just barely less familiar, enough to steady him a little, remind him that he's not looking at a mirror out of phase. He keeps his own expression flat as long practice can make it. "I don't know any her." Not in that tone of voice.
candor1: (Yavin . shadow)

[personal profile] candor1 2019-07-03 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
Cassian stared levelly for a long minute. Was this a pass or a fail on that one…? Somehow, admission of ignorance seemed more genuine than feigned. Could this be him from sometime earlier than Scarif? …If so, wouldn't he remember this?

Finally: "It's 3277*, for me. You?"
seenitbefore: (receptive)

[personal profile] seenitbefore 2019-07-04 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
He blinks. It's an explanation (or non-explanation) that hadn't even occurred to him. He's not sure whether to feel proud or annoyed that the other got there first, and he turns it over for a moment or two, considering. "You're telling me you're future me." Ridiculous, but then so are most of the other possibilities, really. Cassian permits himself a short sigh.

"Okay, sure. What am I doing here, then?"
candor1: (Cadera . different priorities)

[personal profile] candor1 2019-07-04 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Either Dorosz or Sira. But Cassian shook his head. "No. I'm not giving that up without something from you. Convince me you're not a counteragent in a holomask." Those things never looked nearly as convincing, without a lot more masking layers, as the man standing in front of him looked; but that wasn't the point. "Something unrelated to work." Ha! he had no personal life. But something that couldn't be used now against anybody… like the name of the Separatist who'd saved him from the Carida riot, or the one toy he remembered from before that, or what Maddell had called him in her trainer evaluation, or that he was allergic to Jogan fruit or something.
seenitbefore: (are you serious)

sorry in advance for the punch in the feels

[personal profile] seenitbefore 2019-07-05 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
A laugh hisses through his teeth, because really? "Nothing's coming to mind," he says dryly. "If it does I'll let you know. --Where's our mutual friend? Maybe he can figure it out, save us all some time."

If this guy can actually produce a counterfeit K-2, Cassian reflects, then being outnumbered two to one will be the least of his problems. But he doubts it. "Besides, if you really believed that, you'd have dealt with me already. At least I'd hope so."
candor1: (Scarif . shot first)

occupational hazard with our guy ;-)

[personal profile] candor1 2019-07-05 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Closing the vault door now.

Goodbye.


(No, Kay, please)

Cassian's vision doesn't waver; but he doesn't hide the gravel in his voice. "Kay's not here.

"But there, again, I've given you a name."

And his blaster was in his hand and aimed at the other man. Possibly a poor move—escalation—but feke it. "Bring something to mind. Or I'm done talking."
seenitbefore: (tentative)

[personal profile] seenitbefore 2019-07-05 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
"--I'd hate to think I was slipping that badly after a couple of years." He stands very still, refuses to react. Watches the minute calculations behind his own eyes, fascinated. You won't do it. Not quite yet. You know I can tell, and you know I can't be certain, and I hit something just now, didn't I, you don't show it but I can tell that too--

Abruptly he says, "That first question, that was just to get a rise out of me. See which way I'd jump. The answer wouldn't have proved anything to you. You don't need proof now, but you know you're going to get an answer anyway, because you know exactly how far I'll push you. Yeah?" And he raises his hands carefully, unhurried, to buy the moment he needs to steel himself.

"I got drunk when I was ten. Cried myself to sleep. Hated myself for that in the morning." He manages a thin half-smile. "Still do, sometimes."
candor1: (Yavin . sit rm . she's trouble)

[personal profile] candor1 2019-07-05 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Not unguessable, that… but okay. Cassian exaggeratedly took his finger off the trigger and shifted the aim of the muzzle away from the other man's face. (Though didn't reholster.) " 'A couple of years'? When is it?"

(Was this something like the kyberblast dropping him through space-/time-, or…? He and Kay had talked about the infinite dimension model, once… he hadn't really allowed himself to entertain it… what ifs were pointless enough as it was…)
seenitbefore: (Very Forbearing)

[personal profile] seenitbefore 2019-07-05 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Cassian represses a sigh. "Like I said. End of seventy-four. Or it was, ten minutes ago." He flicks a glance sideways toward the door he came through, and back again, faintly wry. "I assume you know the rest. So: where are we?"
candor1: (Scarif . i love you don't die)

[personal profile] candor1 2019-07-06 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
End of seventy-four. Sira, then. But again: shouldn't Cassian (now) remember this—meeting himself?

Cassian finally lowered his blaster, shaking his head and frowning. "Looks like Canto Bight. And I was here in '74. But I can't remember how I got here just now. I was just in the Outer Rim. Abrion sector." Still wasn't keen to give names that could affect things, like 'Scarif'. "And by 'just in' I mean literally—like ten minutes ago."
seenitbefore: (don't look back)

[personal profile] seenitbefore 2019-07-07 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
That gives him pause; he frowns sharply, straightening. "Well, I wasn't." He casts another look down the alley toward the open street, but the heap of whatever, if it is in fact sentient, plays dead very convincingly. "Unless that's what this is, but I'm guessing not. I hope not, that kind of thing gets recursive fast. What do you mean, can't remember?"

The latter is almost casual, except of course that it isn't. They both know it. He does it anyway, reflexively, trying to fit the pieces together in his head.

Kay's not here. In that repressive, toneless voice. And, I was with her, as though it should be self-explanatory.

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