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Who: Jyn Erso (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
insurgent) & Rhys (rhygret)
What: a trip to the market
When: the day after this conversation
Where: the outdoor area in the market district
Warning(s): n/a unless rhys makes it weird
[ In the open air, the market district buzzes, a whir of transactions and chatter in the morning light. Jyn imagines it’ll be easiest to convince a vendor to give her freebies before they’ve endured hours of hagglers and troublemakers, after all, so she drags Rhys out of bed relatively early. Not long ago, she informed a certain flyboy that she was no charmer — and while that’s true, she has enough street smarts to compensate. She tells Rhys to wait at a stall across from her mark, all part of the loose plan that she thought of, oh, a few minutes ago? Call it a work in progress.
Jyn leans over a food stall, surveying the collection of vibrant pastries with a keen eye. Dressed in a robe scavenged from the supply drop and blaster concealed at her side, she might even successfully pass for a local. Just a girl. She bought something here the other day, with money that was not her own, and the vendor remembers her face. For a moment, it’s all innocuous chatter. A wanderer, she had called herself, so he’s intrigued to see her again, if nothing else. Then, she raises a hand, jabbing a finger at Rhys, certain that his height and, ah, fashion sense will easily distinguish him from the crowd. Whatever she remarks about him earns a look of mild surprise from the merchant, his eyebrows arching in reply. She keeps talking and earns a belly laugh. Got 'em.
He reaches to retrieve something fresh: two neon orange confections (round and thin, like a cookie) as a reward for her explanation.
As she turns around, she lifts the cookies in triumph, one in each hand. She strides over to Rhys, decidedly pleased with herself, if the little smirk signifies anything. ]
Told you I’d treat you.
[ even without credits. ]
insurgent) & Rhys (rhygret) What: a trip to the market
When: the day after this conversation
Where: the outdoor area in the market district
Warning(s): n/a unless rhys makes it weird
[ In the open air, the market district buzzes, a whir of transactions and chatter in the morning light. Jyn imagines it’ll be easiest to convince a vendor to give her freebies before they’ve endured hours of hagglers and troublemakers, after all, so she drags Rhys out of bed relatively early. Not long ago, she informed a certain flyboy that she was no charmer — and while that’s true, she has enough street smarts to compensate. She tells Rhys to wait at a stall across from her mark, all part of the loose plan that she thought of, oh, a few minutes ago? Call it a work in progress.
Jyn leans over a food stall, surveying the collection of vibrant pastries with a keen eye. Dressed in a robe scavenged from the supply drop and blaster concealed at her side, she might even successfully pass for a local. Just a girl. She bought something here the other day, with money that was not her own, and the vendor remembers her face. For a moment, it’s all innocuous chatter. A wanderer, she had called herself, so he’s intrigued to see her again, if nothing else. Then, she raises a hand, jabbing a finger at Rhys, certain that his height and, ah, fashion sense will easily distinguish him from the crowd. Whatever she remarks about him earns a look of mild surprise from the merchant, his eyebrows arching in reply. She keeps talking and earns a belly laugh. Got 'em.
He reaches to retrieve something fresh: two neon orange confections (round and thin, like a cookie) as a reward for her explanation.
As she turns around, she lifts the cookies in triumph, one in each hand. She strides over to Rhys, decidedly pleased with herself, if the little smirk signifies anything. ]
Told you I’d treat you.
[ even without credits. ]
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When she comes back Rhys is smiling in a mildly flattered way, because she did go out of her way to lie and cheat this delicious pastry for him. Maybe it's not the most moral gesture but it's still kinda nice. ]
And to think you only had to con an innocent baker to do it.
[ He can't not take the opportunity to be sassy here okay? He doesn't exactly disapprove considering he once stole, like...ten million dollars. So. ]
...But, thanks.
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As he sasses her, she holds his cookie back. His arms may be longer, but she's faster, and she knows it. ]
[ arching her brows. ] I persuaded an innocent baker.
[ but the correction lacks any bite, and she brings the cookie back within reach at his thanks. ]
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After all witty sarcasm and assholery were the spice of Hyperion; you didn't get anywhere by being a "good guy." If you couldn't walk the walk and talk the talk you'd best give up. ]
Still.
[ He takes the cookie, looking it over with approval. ]
You are freakishly good at that.
[ And that's a compliment. ]
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Years of practice. [ She shrugs. ] In one of the scummiest corners of the galaxy.
[ Her galaxy, anyway. She'll wait for him to try the cookie before she does, watching for his reaction. Her whole reason for doing this was to make something up to him, however small it was. ]
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[ But with that out of the way and Jyn not going right on ahead with her pastry Rhys will take the initiative to try his, biting off a piece and chewing for a moment. He blinks.
And then makes the happiest groan and it's not weird okay SOMEONES PEOPLE DO THAT WHEN FOOD IS REALLY GOOD. ]
Oh--ohoho, man, wow. That is good. Oh. Oh. Okay--I haven't had anything this edible and sweet in...months. This is heaven.
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Biting into her own cookie provides camouflage for her big, dumb smile over her mission being a success, too. And, okay, it's pretty kriffing good. So, if her mouth pulls up at the corners, it's because the cookie's just as good as the croissants she nabbed for Clary and herself the other day. Might even be better. Her lie must have prompted the vendor to bring out the best. ]
You should advertise for the baker.
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[ Rhys sounds both boastful and thoughtful in one go with that one, but he's obviously just joking and bantering around with the comment. He'd actually hate to be under hot lights with people taking dozens of photos of him in various outfits. But if he could find a way to get paid for looking great without all that extra work... ]
Think it would come with perks? Like free donuts or something?
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You look like a foreigner, Rhys. [ so perhaps not the looks that the locals would appreciate. ] But maybe. He gave these up easy enough. [ She waves the half of her cookie remaining. ]
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[ He starts off strong and skeptical there but it kind of fails by the end and a little bit of nerdy uncertainty pokes its head through. ]
I mean--we're all human...ish. That's pretty close.
[ They don't seem to bat much of an eye at the less-than-human looking refugees, but Rhys also hasn't been paying too close attention to that given he is not a non-human.
It has nothing to do with fanboying the elves okay]no subject
She bumps their shoulders as they walk (well, her shoulders to his torso probably, what with Rhys being a giraffe and all). It's meant to be reassuring. ]
The silver hand's...noticeable.
[ If she saw it and she didn't know him, she'd definitely think he was rich and maaaaybe pick-pocket him. ]
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[ Rhys can't help but bring his palm up and inspect it when Jyn draws attention to it, confused. It was never noteworthy or distinct back home, other than carrying the Hyperion brand colours back in the day. You know, before he ripped out all his cybernetics when jack was trying to kill him.
He turns his hand over and flexes his fingers, before letting it drop back down. ]
You know a lot of people have been telling me that lately? You'd think they never saw cybernetic enhancements before. This sort of thing wouldn't make people look twice back home.
[ He hasn't yet decided if he's going to let it boost his ego or not yet. ]
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S'common enough in my system. [ Her star system, that is. She shrugs. ] If you have the credits, anyway. [ Saw had been more machine than man, when she last saw him. ]
But I haven't seen much advanced tech around here. [ lowering her voice, sharp with incredulity, despite not wanting to be overheard. ] And I've talked to loads of people who haven't been to space before, even among the refugees.
[ She keeps her blaster concealed for a reason, when she would normally flaunt it as a warning. Don't mess with me. ]
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Right?
[ Rhys looks back and her with an incredulous keenness, gesturing with his hands even as he drops his voice to match her level. ]
This one guy--I asked where he was from and he gave me the name of the island he lived on. Not even the planet! Can you believe it?? So weird...
[ And obviously quite useless when people in his universe weren't relegated to one planet. There were multiple planets in multiple systems that were inhabited and naming one island on one planet was the geographical equivalent of asking someone if they knew where Street Name X was when they came from the other side of the world. ]
Another person didn't even know what a spaceship was. She kept talking about like...boats.
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[ She laughs, more astonished than amused. ] The island?
[ Look, she knows that she needs to check her space privilege, but people ought to have some sense of scale, when it comes to their relation to the world (worlds, maybe). And not having heard of spaceships strikes her as impossible. Most at least have said they get the idea, from their holodramas or the like. ]
It's mad. [ said decisively, as if explaining herself is like translating into a foreign language. Sorry, pals. It must be the same for others, in some ways, when she doesn't know what a "latte" or "skiing" is. She sighs. ] I can't even imagine a life confined to one planet.
[ except... that might be her life now... ]
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His poor apartment is gone, now that he thinks about it. What a waste. ]
Seriously. [ Rhys shakes his head. ]
The people here don't have any idea that those "meteors" from last week were us in escape pods. I don't even think they know their moon is an alien base or that you can travel through space.
[ Stuff that's entirely common and mundane to him. Or...was. Before he blew up the company that generally took care of that for him. ]
It's...weird. They don't know how much is out there. It's like being in some weird time-travel story where we know everything and they don't.
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Then again, things are easier sometimes, if you never look up. ]
Yeah. [ a beat. Her gaze turns sharp. ] Although we don't know everything, either. [ She purses her lips. ] Only what we've been told.
[ which isn't enough. Jyn hardly trusts people she likes and interacts with on a regular basis, let alone a largely absent group of supposed rescuers. She decked the men who unshackled her back on Wobani, after all. ]
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[ he feels like that's a thing that maybe would be alarming if they knew. Perhaps it's best that they don't. An influx of people needing aid and jobs that badly would probably wreck Olympia's economy. ]
There's a group forming because of that. One of the elves--Senren. He wants to make some sort of "Inquisition" thing. Might not be a bad idea.
[ Translation: an elf asked people to join a super-secret badass club to uncover world mysteries and come to the defence of people who need it just like a justice league and Rhys was on that shit like white on rice. ]
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An inquisition.
[ Testing the word. Huh. She recalls her conversation with Clarke about going to the library. ]
No, it doesn't sound bad at all. Have you looked into anything yet? Seen if there's a library?
[ Library sounds hesitant and foreign on her tongue. Libraries, too, are a thing of the past, after all, gone with paper and peace. ]
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Noooot easy when you're starting from scratch at a glorified paper route, let me tell you.
[ But there's something refreshing and rewarding about it all the same? Even if it does totally suck. It reminds him of his days as an intern, simpler times when he was so certain he knew where he was headed and what he was going to accomplish.
It feels like a lifetime ago. ]
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[ starting his own company and wanting to do it again — willing to engage in the sketchier side of business. At least he has employment going for him. She hesitates, opening and closing her mouth before lowering her voice again. ]
I've been... [ a pointed look. ] ...delivering more than papers, actually.
[ for Koralle. ]
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Oh--ohhhh. That, uh. How's that? You delivering anything...interesting?
[ How illegal is it and is it actually interesting ]
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Just things...difficult to obtain so far. [ contraband. ] For Koralle. We'll see if it gets more interesting.
[ we because she'll let him in on it. ]
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[ Are you working for a Madam, Jyn ]
I saw the job posting a while back.
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Not like that.
[ Is Rhys even implying as much? She colours slightly, regardless. ]
She has a diverse business model.
mmm dat closeness tho
[ Rhys needs to be Very Clear that he wasn't trying to insinuate anything there. He just wanted to make sure he was thinking of the right proprietress.
If Jyn was in that line of work though Rhys wouldn't judge her for it. ]
S-so you're a courier. For her.
winks
"Contractor" is what she called it, but yes.
[ contractor sounds badass. ]
It's work I know well.
[ so she'll be able to earn her keep. ]
Re: winks
[ Rhys doesn't sound at all bothered by this of course, maybe even a little impressed? It's not a very "wholesome" profession but neither was working for Hyperion or endenturing an entire village for a sweet quarterly bonus. ]
That must be exciting. You having fun?