( CLOSED )

[insurgent]

Who: Jyn Erso (insurgent), Eggsy Unwin (tailorable), & various others
What: Catch-all log for December shenanigans
When: Throughout December
Where: Olympia & Wyver
Warning(s): n/a for now

( CLOSED in that I'd love to plot with anyone via PM or at locution so we can sort starters! )

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clary ( backdated to november )

[insurgent]

[ when the shaman calls her and clary a pair, it’s hard not to be intrigued (and flattered, though jyn tries to dampen that thought). he reminds her of chirrut, seeing her in the crowded marketplace, so the pact interests jyn immediately. she likes native stories, traditions, and all sorts of magics. her mama raised her on tales of the force and jedi, after all. and despite all her travels, from the farthest reaches of the galaxy to its grimy center, she'll never forget the legend of the star-bird splintering across the stars or the feel of sakoola blossoms fluttering over her face on inusagi. it's traditon, a handsome young man had told her, a celebration of peaceful leadership to come.

he was wrong about the peace, but jyn liked the idea all the same.

as ever, she dresses for the outdoors — for a stolen, reckless moment alone, should the occasion arise — blaster clipped to her side out of habit, satchel holding residual supplies out of preparedness. (and maybe the knowledge that she could leave, especially with such things on her person, gives her comfort as times grow dark and darker all the time). the cool weather on the mountain has allowed her to comfortably wear her scarf again, too, and it’s a relief to feel it soft against her skin.

the dragon tooth necklace remains in her satchel, although she knows she'll need it shortly. she calls over her shoulder to clary, a slight smile on her face. ]

Have you ever seen anything like this before?

[ a ritual, a ceremony, a pact. ]

[obstinance]

[ do marriages count? is what she would say if she were handling this more flippantly, more blithely, with the intent to draw a smile from jyn. she thinks of alec's (failed) wedding, instead — thinks of max's rune ceremony, of the parabatai oath. none quite fit the description of like this, but the premise doesn't differ; in the end, it's a declaration of commitment and devotion, whether to something or someone. a cause, a person — shadowhunters never take their oaths lightly, and, for once, clary's mindset subscribes to that tradition.

jyn is one of the three people currently here that clary would consider swearing herself to, after all. that admittedly means something — means too much for clary to treat it with any more levity than she already has. ]

I've heard stories. [ heard stories, seen the impact of an oath at work. the bond between jace and alec is undeniable, and it's with that thought in mind she skims her fingers across the dragon tooth necklace she hasn't taken off since the pair of them were approached. ] We call them parabatai at home. [ that word won't mean much to jyn, but clary isn't certain she can explain it in a way that does anyone justice. she listens to the crunch of the snow beneath her boots for a few minutes to gather her thoughts as they climb higher and higher still up the mountain's side, the altar in question glistening in the distance. ]

They're more than just warriors fighting at each other's side. They're part of one another. [ as she suspects she and jyn will be if they follow through with their decision. there's no telling what jyn will receive from her, or what clary might gain in return, but there's a noticeable lack of hesitation from her side. if there's any uncertainty left in her, it's born out of a concern for jyn as clary moves to fall into stride with her, no matter how at ease the other woman looks. ] You're sure about this?