- ─────(JASPER ILARIO)────
REBEL SOLDIER // plant manipulation, time perception manipulation
tags // banks [mentioned: hugo, bree] loc. medbay
The soldier leaned back against the metal back of the chair and brushed a hand over his forehead and up, fingers tugging through his curls as he let a breath gust out. He could feel the weight of his inactive phone keenly as it rested in his pants pocket. Breathe in, breathe out, try to relax a little after the long day.
If only the medic in his company didn’t have a vendetta against resting. If only he didn’t have to shift and lurch up, words falling out of his lips in a hurry like his voice was running out of time. “I didn’t hear,” he admitted, because his attention had been so focused on other things, like his phone and the medic in front of him, and also because the medic room was crowded and he hadn’t realised how much the conversations around them were blurring into each other.
“Michael was one of the ones unaccounted for, and she did leave so it’s probably not too far-fetched,” he mused out loud, continuing the thread that was already unravelling through his friend’s mind anyway. He knew that look, could guess at what thoughts were going through that mind. His voice was good-humoured, but strained too, a last ditch attempt. “Don’t suppose you’d just stay put while I go and check, will you?”
He already knew the answer to that. He just resigned himself to it. “Up you get. Let’s go see.”
A soft hum from his pocket distracted the soldier's attention from Banks in front of him. His hand had dropped in an instant, burrowing in his pocket to extract the phone quickly, a task made more difficult by the hurry with which he performed the quick action. His screen lit up, and his gaze absorbed the contents of the message. A warm sense of relief bubbled at the new, reassuring knowledge that his friend was safe, and his fingers tapped out a quick response to detail his location: I'm in the med-bay. Not injured, dw.
He paused, considered Banks and the fact that the medic had seemingly decided he was not going to stay in the cot before he typed another quick message: Probs not for long. I think its been decided I'm headed to the Mess Hall.
- ──────(SPARROW)─────
REBEL RECRUIT // sound mimicry, avian manipulation
tags // Nic [mentioned: KIPP] loc. rebel dormitory
Her sleep ended suddenly and abruptly, with the raised voices from somewhere outside and the thump of something closer. She jerked up in bed, narrowly avoiding bumping her head on the bunk above her, saved by her hand shooting up reflexively to shield the top of her hand. Sparrow blinked, disorientated, wide eyes finding the peeking face of someone...beneath the bed. "Uh," was all she managed to mumble out, taking note of the way a frost seemed to spread and crust his hair. An easy guess at his power, then.
"Um, what?" She tried again, leaning forward, her hands under her chin now as she considered him. Her heart beat in her chest, but she tried not to show her alarm. "Why are you in danger from your boss, and why did you choose to hide from it under KIPP's bed?"