[ there aren't that many goody two shoes brunette women amongst the displaced, but since catra apparently didn't bother to get the name of the person she supposedly almost murdered, daisy figures a photo line-up might work better.
so, you know. instagram shots or whatever, coming catra's way. among them is definitely a shot of rey. ]
[ for a whopping five minutes, daisy sits on her metaphorical hands and tries not to say mean things about people she considers (considered? is it past tense now, with everything that's happened?) friends. ]
Yeah! That's exactly it! See! She thinks she's like THE LAW or something! She's not any better than me!! And if someone attacks me, I'm going to attack them back! That's just good sense! Otherwise people will know they can just walk all over you!
If she was stupid enough to get picked up by officers in the army base after that, not my problem. But I haven't heard anything. So she's probably fine. Relax.
it's not broken. you just don't know what you're doing yet. powers are usually pretty weak at first. they take practice.
tomorrow, eight o clock. there's an abandoned building across from the bar, one of the hinges on the back door is broken so you can just push right in.
[ daisy has been back in new amsterdam for less than 48 hours, and she's already sliding into powers training mode like she never left. only this time, there's a little more certainty to her step, a zen calm in her motions — if she survived the framework and space and being sold into inhuman slavery and being the destroyer of goddamn worlds, she can survive this. it's just another crisis.
she's good at those, now. she's good at this, too. teaching and guiding and helping people make the most of what gifts they've been given. there's a part of her that still aches for the earthquakes that used to rumble beneath her feet — a part that still hopes fervently that the deal she made with cassius before she disappeared will pan out the way she wants it to — but it's no longer a roar in the back of her head. she's lived without her powers now, even been happy to give them up; she can do it again.
there are things here she wants more, anyway.
for now, there are things to focus on. like training with catra, down in the abandoned buildings by the still-in-progress sports bar slash safehouse. daisy gets there a little early, half past seven. it gives her time to prepare: to tear down debris, to repurpose it into weapons and shields and whatever else she can manage.
while she works, the blue glow in her chest practically fills the space, barely hidden by the thin fabric of her tank top. ]
[ If there's anything Catra's good at, it's stealth. She approaches the building via rooftop, scampering from building to building with her catlike ease and grace, before climbing into the one Daisy nominated from a high window.
She doesn't like to be observed.
She just watches Daisy for a while from the rafters, taking mental notes. Finally, though, she speaks up. ]
You got a lot going on here.
[ Catra is lounging in the rafters above, lying on a beam sideways, tail hanging down lazily. She examines her nails. The picture of relaxation. ]
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ANSWER ME ALREADY
Is this thing even on?????
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I need your help damnit
[ And then that's the last message that comes through. ]
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please tell me you didn't murder anyone while i was gone.
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No!
... Probably not.
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[ buy her some time while she tries to figure shit out. ]
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You said you'd help me figure out my powers. Well I'm calling it in!
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but you're telling me who you probably maybe didn't kill and what the hell happened first.
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I don't know her name! She's like. I don't know! Tall! Pretty! Brunette! Goody-two-shoes!
[ Really narrowing it down there, Catra. She seems to realise this though, so she goes on a beat later. ]
She was a Displaced but she was working at the theme park! She can control like... air or something stupid like that!
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so, you know. instagram shots or whatever, coming catra's way. among them is definitely a shot of rey. ]
any of those look like your victim?
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SHE attacked ME first!!! I! was MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS.
[ Hm, that sure doesn't sound like Rey though, but sure enough, when Rey's picture comes up-- ]
THAT'S HER.
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she disagreed with something you were doing?
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i literally came back to new amsterdam five minutes ago so i haven't checked the news. did you actually kill her?
[ not... accusing. just clarifying. ]
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If she was stupid enough to get picked up by officers in the army base after that, not my problem. But I haven't heard anything. So she's probably fine. Relax.
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[ she has other things to do. like teach catra whatever her magic powers are. ]
she has a habit of deciding her way's the only way, though. i'm not surprised you two didn't get along.
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She's just as insufferable.
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[ sips tea ]
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you ever notice your chest glowing blue while you're trying to do things?
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powers are usually pretty weak at first. they take practice.
tomorrow, eight o clock. there's an abandoned building across from the bar, one of the hinges on the back door is broken so you can just push right in.
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Fine. You better be there.
✧ action... feb 3??? ish??? this is some dumb tl;dr about Emotions
she's good at those, now. she's good at this, too. teaching and guiding and helping people make the most of what gifts they've been given. there's a part of her that still aches for the earthquakes that used to rumble beneath her feet — a part that still hopes fervently that the deal she made with cassius before she disappeared will pan out the way she wants it to — but it's no longer a roar in the back of her head. she's lived without her powers now, even been happy to give them up; she can do it again.
there are things here she wants more, anyway.
for now, there are things to focus on. like training with catra, down in the abandoned buildings by the still-in-progress sports bar slash safehouse. daisy gets there a little early, half past seven. it gives her time to prepare: to tear down debris, to repurpose it into weapons and shields and whatever else she can manage.
while she works, the blue glow in her chest practically fills the space, barely hidden by the thin fabric of her tank top. ]
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She doesn't like to be observed.
She just watches Daisy for a while from the rafters, taking mental notes. Finally, though, she speaks up. ]
You got a lot going on here.
[ Catra is lounging in the rafters above, lying on a beam sideways, tail hanging down lazily. She examines her nails. The picture of relaxation. ]
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