another night alone, a temporary dream

[lucubrare]

WHO: Cassandra Cain | Marta Cabrera | You?
WHERE: All around New Amsterdam! Maybe elsewhere, we'll see!
WHEN: April 2512
WHAT: A catch-all featuring midnight vigilantism, healing folks in underground fighting rings, Red Wings bartending, hospital work, shopping, and various other things! Closed & open headers in the comments!
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Some generalized violence but otherwise nada. Will edit once some come up.

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[realists]

[ warmth spreads across her lip as it heals, the sensation not unlike bacta treatments without the antiseptic smell and the chill. a fingertip touches her lip, finding no cut and no stinging pain either, even when her tongue runs across her teeth. still tastes sticky and metallic with blood but it's not longer flowing. ]

Huh. That's a good one.

[ healing powers seem rare, suited to their owner in most cases, but they're probably the most important powers of them all. ]

Does it work on yourself?

[veraz]

It does but it's limited to small things.

I cured my own hangnail yesterday. [ Marta shrugs. ] As long as I can touch it and it's not too complex of a wound, it works.

What is it that you can do?

[realists]

Water.

[ it should be hard to show it off inside, but jyn has gotten good at it over the months she has been here and soon the blue light flares in her chest as the water vapor in the air stills, suspended motionless in the air like a thousand stationary raindrops. after a moment they coalesces into a miniature river that runs nowhere in midair, then into a swirling disc of a shield, before breaking apart into the raindrops that disappear back into the air like nothing had happened at all.

her mouth slants down, thoughtful. ]

I've healed someone, too, but it's not... reliable.

[ she's obviously got a handle on the other aspects of her power, but healing is not quite so handled. she doesn't practice because she doesn't want daisy or cassian to be hurt but daisy and cassian (and now marta) are the only ones that know. ]

[veraz]

[ Marta's eyes light up because while she's experienced other people's emotions (more than once, now, but that's okay) she's not gotten the chance to actually see what someone else can do.

And what Jyn can do is absolutely beautiful. ]

That's amazing. Oh, my God.

Do you ever just make patterns for fun? Something beautiful? Not that it isn't, it is, I guess I just...I never imagined anything could look like that.

If you need a guinea pig... [ She shrugs. She is a nurse; knowing how to properly injure herself without a great deal of risk is part of the job. ]

[realists]

[ there is a little flash of pride because jyn does work hard to push the capabilities of her power, but even still she shakes her head. she probably could weave them into the barriers. ]

I've never tried.

[ she doesn't take marta up on her offer if only because she is still thinking about it. ]

[veraz]

I have a fondness for beautiful patterns.

[ Marta gives by way of explanation. Also don't think she's forgotten about those exercises, either. Marta is still also running a search for good ones, and manages to send Jyn the modern version of some stretches. ]

How long have you been here?

[realists]

Seven months?

[ it's a long time for jyn to stay still and she's started getting antsy, the wanderlust her mother instilled in her leaving her itching for someplace other than the same city, same job, same routine. it's better than prison, by far.

but it's a long time. ]

It doesn't feel that long.