![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Apr. 14th, 2020 01:57 pmWHO: cassian, helena + YOU
WHERE: dreamscapes and new amsterdam
WHEN: vaguely march
WHAT: dreams! cooking! it's a catch all!
NOTES OR WARNINGS: several warnings: will note above each header for specifics but many dreams involve blood and death
dream: the rooftop (cw: blood, headshot murder)
[ cassian, hair trimmed shorter but scruffy beard ever present, is about twenty-three years old perched atop this building. the streets are crowded below, but the sun is behind him, blocking him from view should anyone look up, and there's a hodgepodge of containers and storage units, making the outline of the roof a strange wave of shapes, allowing him to blend in further. several other roofs are structured similarly. ]
[ he is perched with a sniper rifle, locking it into place while he peers through the scope, scanning the crowd below. there are stormtroopers scattered about, but he seems uninterested in them. after a few moments, his target becomes clear: it's a woman dressed in gray military slacks, blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun with two troopers on either side of her. she moves casually, conversing with a younger man just sort of nodding along. ]
[ she is the governor of this city, sympathetic to imperials but with a tenuous grip on the citizens. the atmosphere attests to that, a sense of urgency and immense dislike, all aimed through the rifle at this woman. ]
[ that's all the dream seems to care about in regards to backstory, because two seconds later, cassian pulls the trigger, and she stumbles, dropping to the ground already dead. it's the perfect shot, the blast colliding with her head. the outcry is a few seconds delayed as the situation is recognized, then the troopers frantically look around for who did it, yelling orders while the crowds scream and duck, but cassian doesn't react. he just hauls his rifle away from the edge of the roof and sits, laying low in case someone does get the sense to look up - ]
[ and evidently, someone's just witnesses the whole thing behind him. it's instinct to jerk the rifle back up, as though it's not a long ranged weapon. he could fire it anyway, if need be. ]
dream: the ship (cw: blood, neck stabbing/puncture wounds, murder)
[ there's a soft hum, the lights are dim. the vessel is sleek, pristine, and cassian sits in a mechanic's uniform looking over schematics of what looks like a starship. his hair is trimmed neatly, his beard almost nonexistent, the way imperials like their men. it's clear he's been studying this map for a while, but by the time you enter the dream, he turns the holograph off, taking a step back and taking a deep breath. ]
[ then he moves, a toolbox at his side. his role is maitanence on this ship. seemingly. he walks through the ship and the rare passersby barely pay any attention to him thanks to the uniform. he makes his way towards the engine room, pulling out a small box. with some finagling he attaches it to the power system on board, implementing a timer for ten minutes. ]
[ he snaps back a secret compartment on the toolbox and pulls out a thin, tiny vibroblade, tucking it just under his sleeve. the dream follows him, where he comes up behind the only other mechanic on board, stabbing him at the corner of his neck without warning. there's a gurgling sort of cry in pain, but the body drops and cassian abandons it, the blood loss small enough to only trickle down the neck, dangerous in the precision of striking an artery. ]
[ it doesn't stop there; cassian moves through the ship seamlessly, following a predetermined path. the walls are blury in this dream, tunnel vision come to life. he reaches the cockpit, but the door opens, one of the pilots stepping out. "can i help you?" ]
Just the man I was looking for. [ this is not his regular accent, it sounds heavier, more pronounced on the consonants. ] There was a warning down below about steering, I wanted to take a look.
[ the pilot nods, turning to duck back into the cockpit, but cassian moves up like a snake, stabbing the vibroblade into the man's neck. the same spot as before. he doesn't let this body thunk, catching it with his other arm to help lower it much more quietly to the ground inside. "what's going on? comes the voice of the second pilot, looking over her shoulder. she gets about two seconds of witnessing cassian before he's in her space, committing the third murder of the evening, in the exact same way. she slumps over in her chair, and cassian closes the cockpit door, locking you inside with two bodies and a killer. ]
WHERE: dreamscapes and new amsterdam
WHEN: vaguely march
WHAT: dreams! cooking! it's a catch all!
NOTES OR WARNINGS: several warnings: will note above each header for specifics but many dreams involve blood and death
dream: the rooftop (cw: blood, headshot murder)
[ cassian, hair trimmed shorter but scruffy beard ever present, is about twenty-three years old perched atop this building. the streets are crowded below, but the sun is behind him, blocking him from view should anyone look up, and there's a hodgepodge of containers and storage units, making the outline of the roof a strange wave of shapes, allowing him to blend in further. several other roofs are structured similarly. ]
[ he is perched with a sniper rifle, locking it into place while he peers through the scope, scanning the crowd below. there are stormtroopers scattered about, but he seems uninterested in them. after a few moments, his target becomes clear: it's a woman dressed in gray military slacks, blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun with two troopers on either side of her. she moves casually, conversing with a younger man just sort of nodding along. ]
[ she is the governor of this city, sympathetic to imperials but with a tenuous grip on the citizens. the atmosphere attests to that, a sense of urgency and immense dislike, all aimed through the rifle at this woman. ]
[ that's all the dream seems to care about in regards to backstory, because two seconds later, cassian pulls the trigger, and she stumbles, dropping to the ground already dead. it's the perfect shot, the blast colliding with her head. the outcry is a few seconds delayed as the situation is recognized, then the troopers frantically look around for who did it, yelling orders while the crowds scream and duck, but cassian doesn't react. he just hauls his rifle away from the edge of the roof and sits, laying low in case someone does get the sense to look up - ]
[ and evidently, someone's just witnesses the whole thing behind him. it's instinct to jerk the rifle back up, as though it's not a long ranged weapon. he could fire it anyway, if need be. ]
dream: the ship (cw: blood, neck stabbing/puncture wounds, murder)
[ there's a soft hum, the lights are dim. the vessel is sleek, pristine, and cassian sits in a mechanic's uniform looking over schematics of what looks like a starship. his hair is trimmed neatly, his beard almost nonexistent, the way imperials like their men. it's clear he's been studying this map for a while, but by the time you enter the dream, he turns the holograph off, taking a step back and taking a deep breath. ]
[ then he moves, a toolbox at his side. his role is maitanence on this ship. seemingly. he walks through the ship and the rare passersby barely pay any attention to him thanks to the uniform. he makes his way towards the engine room, pulling out a small box. with some finagling he attaches it to the power system on board, implementing a timer for ten minutes. ]
[ he snaps back a secret compartment on the toolbox and pulls out a thin, tiny vibroblade, tucking it just under his sleeve. the dream follows him, where he comes up behind the only other mechanic on board, stabbing him at the corner of his neck without warning. there's a gurgling sort of cry in pain, but the body drops and cassian abandons it, the blood loss small enough to only trickle down the neck, dangerous in the precision of striking an artery. ]
[ it doesn't stop there; cassian moves through the ship seamlessly, following a predetermined path. the walls are blury in this dream, tunnel vision come to life. he reaches the cockpit, but the door opens, one of the pilots stepping out. "can i help you?" ]
Just the man I was looking for. [ this is not his regular accent, it sounds heavier, more pronounced on the consonants. ] There was a warning down below about steering, I wanted to take a look.
[ the pilot nods, turning to duck back into the cockpit, but cassian moves up like a snake, stabbing the vibroblade into the man's neck. the same spot as before. he doesn't let this body thunk, catching it with his other arm to help lower it much more quietly to the ground inside. "what's going on? comes the voice of the second pilot, looking over her shoulder. she gets about two seconds of witnessing cassian before he's in her space, committing the third murder of the evening, in the exact same way. she slumps over in her chair, and cassian closes the cockpit door, locking you inside with two bodies and a killer. ]
