#cursedrequiem

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starter for @cursedrequiem ( ray ) !

    Oh Force. Jyn doesn’t even bother trying to hide her deadpan stare. She had heard there was somebody who was SORT OF a doctor in the town, who was staying close by -- and she didn’t want to have to make a fuss about the cut on her finger ( even if it was from a rusty nail ). Nevertheless, she would really rather not have to remove any limbs due to an untreated infection.

    It’s the man’s rather FAMILIAR face that makes her stare. And Jyn says nothing at all.

    “...A rusty nail cut my finger,” she says in a flat monotone. Her stare is becoming outright RUDE now -- and still. She doesn’t care.

    “It needs...fixed.”

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* // starter for @cursedrequiem ( adrien ) !

    “Would’ya look at that? Adrien Agreste in the flesh. I didn’t actually think I’d see you -- or... anybody here.” All at once, Alya’s typical, CONFIDENT demeanor seems to vanish, her shoulders slumping ever so slightly before she shakes off whatever heavy weight had fallen over the young woman.

    “I mean, it’s not like this is any WEIRDER than all the other whack-o stuff that happens in Paris -- and unless Hawk Moth himself is here, I say we don’t have much to worry about ! But enough of that -- when did you even GET here? And have you seen Marinette?”

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* // starter for @cursedrequiem ( cassian ) !

    Seeing Cassian is like seeing a ghost. Relief, panic, and pain flash across Jyn’s features in a mess of a blur -- all at once, she doesn’t know what she’s feeling. Or why. Maybe having died in the arms of somebody she once called a friend is enough to shift her perspective. She almost feels as though she has to check herself; to make sure she’s really ALIVE after all, and not in some hazy afterlife where he could VANISH from her sight at any given moment.

    Maybe it’s not such a good idea to run up behind him and grab his arm the way that she does ( cassian, the hard-wired, well-trained, steely CHILD SOLDIER from her past life ). Force only knows she’d have any person who did that to HER on their back with their head cracked against the pavement in an instant. But she’s not thinking now. Not when he’s here -- alive ! -- and seemingly unharmed.

    “Cassian -- ? It’s me. It’s Jyn.”

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* // starter for @cursedrequiem ( tikki ) !

    Word of mouth had told Rose that she hadn’t been the only being with magical powers in her former life -- why this is so STRANGE to humans, Rose will never understand. But that was the beauty of them, wasn’t it? Humans are so ordinary, so simple that it makes them marvel at anything outside their own perceptions. Outside their own WORLDS, just as Rose is endlessly curious about them. Especially now that she IS one.

    Tikki hadn’t always been a human. Tikki had been something as powerful as a DIAMOND.

    “Hey -- hi!” Why Rose is choosing to whisper, she can’t really explain. This sort of conversation feels ‘ secret ‘. 

    “Is it true you can turn humans into bugs with superpowers? Because that is SO COOL !”