[ 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. ]
[ daisy's expecting company. granted, she's expecting company that comes through the front door, but a person is a person, so she doesn't startle. just swivels her head to get a better look at the source of the noise, brow raising for a moment in quiet amusement at catra's choice of perch, before offering an exaggerated shrug. ]
I've got a lot going on everywhere. Building helps me think.
[ plus, there's something viscerally satisfying about tearing something down by simply willing it to be done. ]
Tell me about your fight with Rey. Your chest glow while you were fighting?
Not the first time. It did the second time, but like I said-- nothing happened.
[ She jumps down from her perch in the rafters to be on the floor with Daisy, landing easily like it's nothing, despite the height. Her chest isn't glowing, so-- must just be a cat thing. ]
I haven't been able to get it to do it since!
[ She pauses for a beat. ]
Wait, no-- there was one other time. But nothing happened then either! I'm telling you. It's.Broken.
[ broken seems extreme. but then, daisy doesn't much believe that powers like these can break. they can be hard to control, or difficult to define, but they don't break. once they're understood, they work. consistently. ]
Okay. So it's probably not offensive, then. Those are usually pretty obvious. [ she thinks of jyn's water, and illya's anger; they came from sharp emotion, at first, but could be controlled in time. ] No extra oomph in your swings when your chest was glowing, or feeling like things weren't going like they normally would?
[ prompto had been able to focus. steve made others stronger by touch. not all powers were obvious. ]
No, not thinking about nothing. [ catra please ] You can meditate and think about something specific, you know.
[ one of the few benefits of a stint in afterlife had been a lesson in guided meditation. thanks, gordon, you're the real mvp. ]
What were you trying to achieve when it happened? Not just the obvious, the punching bit. Were you trying to slow her down, or change her mind? Did you say something to her, or want something to happen?
[ She frowns though, tapping her foot on the floor unconsciously as she thinks, trying to think about the two separate times she saw the blue glow and what they had in common. She lets out a fast breath of annoyance. ]
I don't know! [ It comes out a little more snappish than she means it to. ] The first time... well, we were fighting. [ But she already tried fighting again with Jyn and that didn't work. So it can't be just that. She pauses again, trying to rack her brain for what else was going on during that adrenaline high. ]
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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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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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I've got a lot going on everywhere. Building helps me think.
[ plus, there's something viscerally satisfying about tearing something down by simply willing it to be done. ]
Tell me about your fight with Rey. Your chest glow while you were fighting?
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[ She jumps down from her perch in the rafters to be on the floor with Daisy, landing easily like it's nothing, despite the height. Her chest isn't glowing, so-- must just be a cat thing. ]
I haven't been able to get it to do it since!
[ She pauses for a beat. ]
Wait, no-- there was one other time. But nothing happened then either! I'm telling you. It's. Broken.
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Okay. So it's probably not offensive, then. Those are usually pretty obvious. [ she thinks of jyn's water, and illya's anger; they came from sharp emotion, at first, but could be controlled in time. ] No extra oomph in your swings when your chest was glowing, or feeling like things weren't going like they normally would?
[ prompto had been able to focus. steve made others stronger by touch. not all powers were obvious. ]
You try meditating?
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No, nothing! I've been over it in my head like a million times.
[ Her stare turns distinctly flat when Daisy mentions meditation. ]
What? Who's got time to be sitting around and not thinking about anything?
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[ one of the few benefits of a stint in afterlife had been a lesson in guided meditation. thanks, gordon, you're the real mvp. ]
What were you trying to achieve when it happened? Not just the obvious, the punching bit. Were you trying to slow her down, or change her mind? Did you say something to her, or want something to happen?
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[ She frowns though, tapping her foot on the floor unconsciously as she thinks, trying to think about the two separate times she saw the blue glow and what they had in common. She lets out a fast breath of annoyance. ]
I don't know! [ It comes out a little more snappish than she means it to. ] The first time... well, we were fighting. [ But she already tried fighting again with Jyn and that didn't work. So it can't be just that. She pauses again, trying to rack her brain for what else was going on during that adrenaline high. ]
I... wanted her to face me.
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Okay. So what you wanted had to do with her, that makes sense. What'd you do to try and make it happen?
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But... the second time, I was talking too. Venting.
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