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leonsat‌:

    he nods at her reply, letting some of the tension ease from his shoulders. he doesn’t want to let skye down, not now, not ever, but hearing that she has gone through something similar is relieving, to say the least. “and… how did it go? did you guys get what you needed?” the android has only heard of the previous leader, wasn’t around long enough to meet him in person. what he has heard about the man, however, paints him in such a good light that leon wishes he has met him. he must have meant a lot to skye, so leon hopes he isn’t bringing up old wounds.

     the reassurances work wonders, and leon gives her a small smile. don’t panic, think, focus — he can do that, how hard can it be? they planned this through carefully, and her presence next to his helps a lot too. he trusts her completely, and they are in this together. god knows he would have been much, much more stressed if he were to go through this alone. he just hopes he won’t be a liability, his inexperience could cause the mission to go awry, and he would do anything to stop that from happening.

    “so, uhm — we’re going to be posing as personnel, and try to find a way in and out where we can smuggle big quantities of neasource out — i know where it is, but i don’t know how we can get the canisters out of there —” leon begins, recounting the plan out loud, wanting to smooth out any last-minute details. “anything else we should be cautious of? when was the last time you entered neatech?” his last time was with riku, more than a year ago, but he has no idea about skye’s last experience here.

skye takes a moment to recall her first few outings with jona and some of the other members, learning the ropes so she could best help in the future. “my role was lesser than now. jona was cautious and wanted to let the newcomers observe but everyone had a helping hand in the end. sometimes we got what we needed and others not so much. all you can do is to try better next time when that happens.” she says, nodding her head. “i think that as long as everyone makes it back safe that we can consider it a win either way.”

the idea of failing terrifies her in and of itself, but only because it means she hasn’t fulfilled her promise as leader and protected everyone like she’s supposed to. failure on missions act as a domino effect, one minor mess up and suddenly everything has fallen to pieces. she’s seen it several times while jona was active as leader but the time it cost the movement the leader himself, that haunts her to this day.

nothing bad will happen tonight, not to leon or herself. she swears it.

pulling herself from her thoughts, she listens to him repeat what they’d gone over before leaving. she appreciates leon’s devotion to making sure all goes well and that they know the plan, thinking it admirable. the minor bump in how to get the neatech out causes her to frown, mind working quickly before shaking her head. “we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. one thing at a time. first thing is to get in and to the neasource safely.” she answers with a reaffirming nod. “it’s been a long time since i was here last. but… mostly we need to watch out for the guards and make sure they haven’t changed the routine we do know of.”

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inkache‌:

He sighs after listening to her words and doesn’t hesitate to step back to where he was standing, still holding the woman’s arm with a firm grip until they’re both more secluded from the chaos that’s happening in the city. Once they’re near a building, it’s when Rin can finally take a better look at her — he squints his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath. He can remember her clearly. He’s seen her at the hospital many times before, it was a long time ago but he is gifted with a great, great memory. He sees your face a couple of times, he will remember you. And he remembers her.

“No. I’m safe, I’m human.” He finally says and lets go of her arm, and he crosses his own as he leans back against the wall. “But you… It’s really brave of you to go out there in a moment like this to ‘help’ other ‘people’.” And a ( quite false ) grin forms on his lips for a very brief moment, doesn’t take long for it to disappear and give him back that unbothered face that he’s had ever since the rebellion started.

“But you should be more careful when you go outside like this, miss. You never know when you can be recognized… and who might recognize you.” He doesn’t take his eyes off her. “I could be one of them.” He is one of them.

in spite of everything within her telling her to pull away and go elsewhere, she lets herself be taken a bit further from the chaotic atmosphere of the layer currently. she’s on edge even as she’s let go and he makes no move towards her. trust isn’t something easily given, especially now of all times, and the fact he stands there scrutinizing her makes skye fidget, feeling as if the artificial skin is gone and her wires are exposed.

her attention snaps to him as the silence is finally broken, just barely schooling her expression as her gaze locks with his own. she hopes it’s done fast enough he doesn’t notice but that’s all she can do. he’s familiar to her too -- a fact that isn’t the least bit comforting. she knows she’s seen him before.

“it’s a shame during this time that a person can’t help another without needing to watch their backs for it.” she answers nonetheless, standing her ground even though the situation itself is making her want to run. she can’t. “thank you for your concern but i’m sure i’ll be fine. scare tactics and shouting from an anonymous face aren’t going to stop me.”

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moonmccn‌:

“ don’tn worry about it, really. “ he says with a polite nod and a small smile of his own. he’s holding his own books with a deathgrip like it’s the last thing he might do and he needs to go but he finds himself staying where he is and he looks down at her with a raised eyebrow, a smile still in place. 

her comment makes him smile. it’s nice to see that some people consider others important. not everyone does. “ moonsoo. “ he says and he sticks his free hand out. “ nice to meet you offically too. “ he says and he nods. “ yeah. but no i was on my way out anyway. “ 

skye lets herself relax finally, head nodding to him as the topic of their bump-in fades into the distance. it’s rather strange to have a conversation in a library like this, their soft voices sounding loud to herself even though they barely register the right decibel to be considered loud. libraries are strange like that as she’s found out over time.

“pleasure to meet you moonsoo.” she’s quick to grasp his hand and shake it in greeting, smile back in place. she glances down to the book in her hands, the one she still hasn’t put in it’s proper place yet. “that’s good to know, at least. i need to put this back first, but would you mind some company on your way out?”

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aszion‌:

    fraternity business has been… tricky in the last few months, but it has been steadily getting better, something of which eunjae is grateful for. it has been less than a year since he has been appointed as a strategist, and he does his utmost best to make sure they stay at the top. it’s insane how things have evolved to this point, but for once in his life, luck has been on his side when it comes to his profession. who would have imagined messing something up so badly would turn out this way? he had been forced to help at the beginning, but that had passed, and he knew he wanted to stay. with friends and people he trusted, eunjae is completely loyal to the organization.

     personal matters, however, is an entirely different subject, and currently leaves him fuming. eunjae is rarely hot-headed with organization matters but ares? god, he manages to tick eunjae off so easily, they both share the same trait of trying to get on the other’s nerves. it’s just one of many instances where he saw ares doing god knows what, and eunjae knew he needed some time to cool off. and for that reason, he left the headquarters and decided to go to akihabara to pick up some hardware parts, knowing tech stores have gotten new stock recently.

    it’s supposed to be an easy trip, to spend some time away, blow off some steam and get his mind off things. when he expects the least, everything turns chaotic, people screaming, smoke bombs, people running from one place to another, the loud speech coming from the speakers. however, he loses his footing, and cannot focus on anything but the sharp pain, glass hitting his head and the next thing he knows, he is kneeling, trying to get up and do something, anything — he isn’t prepared for this, and he guesses none of them are. but if he knew, he would at least bring a gun, something; then again, what good would that do when he can’t even see?

     before he can concentrate on his surroundings, he is being pulled up to his feet, someone urging him to follow them — his mind is too huddled to question immediately, and before he can say anything, they are stopping, in a quiet alleyway away from the noise. the words reaches his ears and he focuses on the woman in front of him, trying to put words together. he guesses he must look like a mess, hands stinging, and one hell of a headache behind his temples. he feels something wet slide down his chin, but he doesn’t realize what. the pain doesn’t register just yet, it’s the shock instead. “uh — i think i hit my head, but i’m fine—” it’s an automatic response, but he is grateful for the help. “thank you though, for pulling me out of there, i — kinda lost it for a second. are you alright?”

skye’s chest heaves with breaths she doesn’t need to catch, a feeling within her that amounts to the closest she’ll ever come to an adrenaline rush in her artificiality. her eyes dart to the end of the alleyway, watching and listening for signs, anything to suggest they’re not out of harm’s way. the panic of the citizens can be heard and felt as they run by, but none have malicious intent at least. they just want to get somewhere safe. it allows her to relax, at least momentarily, so she can check on the male she’s helped.

“i think you did…” she agrees, a frown on her lips, gaze following the blood trailing down the side of his face. digging into her pocket, she pulls out a handkerchief and gently dabs at the crimson color running free, shocking herself after only a moment when she realizes she didn’t ask to do so. “ah, i apologize. you’re… bleeding…” she briefly shows the sullied handkerchief to him, offering it back instead to let him finish.

“is it just your head? are you hurt anywhere else? what about your hands?” she asks, the questions coming rapid-fire but she can’t help it. the last time she’d seen blood spilled had been niji’s own and after that she’d never seen him again.

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jia-sonae‌:

It didn’t occur until after the name had left Jia’s mouth that it might not be wise to actually say it aloud, but that was a bit too late now. At least, the cafe was pretty much just filled with the usual feline friends ready to be petted by those inside. It wasn’t super busy either, something that put the brunette at ease. Once Skye gives a response Jia would take a seat across from her. For a few seconds the words to respond caught in Jia’s throat, a lump forming due to slight nerves. Hopefully they hadn’t screwed up in the defiant leader’s eyes, a bad first (sort of) impression wasn’t what they were after.

“Thank you, though I apologize for just inviting myself over like that.” Jia can’t come up with a way to apologize for the blurt of the name, not without risking more slip-ups. With a sheepish little grin tugging at their lips, an apologetic look is directed at Skye hoping to convey what can’t be spoken. “So, you like this cafe? It’s one of my favorites purely because of the many cats. I can’t adopt a pet just yet so it’s a second best sort of thing, you know?”

Small talk wasn’t really Jia’s strong suit and it came to their head a bit too late that there really weren’t any known shared interests aside from the defiance group. That wouldn’t stop an attempt, but now with the cat talk used they’re left to fiddle with a sugar packet left in one of those little baskets they leave to add to your drinks. “Ah..oh! Yes, yes I’m Jiaying. Sorry, I’m not fully with it I guess.” A nervous chuckle left them as they berate themselves mentally.

skye relaxes slowly once more, sweeping the small slip-up under the proverbial rug. it's nothing to get into a tizzy over since it was simply an accident. she waves off the apology just as one of the more affectionate robotic kittens crawls into her lap, flopping against her with affectionate need. "think nothing of it. i wasn't expecting any sort of company-- except for the kitties as you can see." she laughs softly, gesturing down to her lap with a tilt of her head as she rubs the kitten's belly.

"i enjoy it a lot myself. i'd thought about getting a cat myself but i think i like coming here more. gives these cuties more people to get attention from, yes?" she smiles, cooing down to the kitten who purrs in response to her. "you don't have to apologize. even i'm prone to having those moments from time to time. i'm sorry we havent gotten much of a chance to talk properly before now but i suppose it's better late than never, right?"

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leonsat‌:

     after riku’s death, the movement became an important part of leon’s life. the sudden lack of purpose and belonging wasn’t something he could get used to easily, and ezi was the one who helped him the most. by being there next to him, letting him stay, giving him comfort and a shoulder to cry on. ezi is family, and it’s thanks to him that leon became acquainted with the movement. they stuck by ideals he believed in, but he never thought he would become a part of something this big.

    his life back with riku was quite reclusive, he was usually around the man 24/7, and on the few occasions he wasn’t, he was simply running errands around neatech or stood in close proximity. the world after leaving riku’s side was — huge, scary, it took a lot of time getting used to, a lot of time finding his purpose. he found there are many purposes he can fulfill, and helping the movement easily became one of them.

    ezi is much more experienced than he is, yet slowly but surely, leon manages to have a part within the movement as well, using his skillset to help other androids. he is happy that riku taught him so much about taking care of androids, and in a world where everything seems to be against them, he is glad to be able to help androids, put them back together after horrible experiences.

    and when a situation arises where he can use his knowledge to help other androids, the movement as a whole — leon doesn’t even need to think twice on it. he talks with the leader about how he can provide insight, how he knows a lot about the inside of neatech, and they plan a reconnaissance operation to see how much neasource they can smuggle out in the future. skye is someone he trusts, even though he knows her so little and has kept his distance, leon trusts her completely.

     fast forward a few days, the time is finally there and the android can’t help but feel… nervous, unsure. he isn’t sure if he was ever alone with the other android before, so he can’t help but feel intimidated, wanting to do his best, but unsure of what the next few hours will hold. when her voice breaks the silence, however, it is a welcomed conversation starter, and he gives her a soft smile before he speaks.

    “i’m — i’m well. i can’t help but be nervous but i think that’s natural, isn’t it?” it’s a literal question, eyes meeting hers for an answer before he continues. “what about you? uhm, you have done something like this before, right? do you have any advice?”

skye returns the smile given her as she awaits his answer, eyes glancing ahead every so often to gauge their distance from neatech and to be alert. she has to balance both keeping an eye out for their surroundings while also appearing to be as casual as possible about it. thankfully, in the district of neatech's headquarters, it isn't too difficult. people look everywhere around them, even on the backstreets, paranoia gripping them tight and holding them in a bear-like embrace. after all, a city invites a million gazes to one's person regardless if they want it or not.

her gaze returns to leon quickly enough, a hum escaping her briefly. she isn't surprised he's nervous and doesn't blame him in the least, and so she wants to help him to the best of her abilities. "it's natural, no need to worry about that. i was nervous my first few times out with jona." she admits easily, not in the least embarrassed over it. she'd be a liar if she said otherwise and truly, there's no shame to be had in being scared or nervous.

"the biggest thing is to stay as calm and focused as possible. the anxiety of the situation will make you prone to wanting to react without thinking but if you try to keep focus then you'll be fine. it's easier said than done, i know, but you're not alone either. i'll be there with you the whole time." she reassures,  feeling the jona's own voice echoing in her words. it's the gist of the advice he'd once given her, after all, with some alterations that she added in herself.

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kal0ps1a‌:

“ uhhh … ” xingwei hums, rubbing underneath the droid-cat’s chin for a moment before using that same hand to point at it. “ his fault . yeah , uh , i got here and he just … gobbled it up . ” he gives a shrug, as though she’ll believe it right off. “ you can’t really punish the cat , right? ”

as he tries to convince skye ( subtly ) not to nag him, his phone rings in the seat right by his thigh. his gaze drifts down to it and then back to skye, but before her expression can darken, he presses the mute button on his phone. and then, he drinks some more of his coffee and acts as though that hadn’t just happened.

as she waits for his reply, or excuse rather, skye props her chin on the palm of her hand. this situation really isn't anything new to her, but telling herself to expect it never works. somehow, xingwei still manages to surprise her with his less than artful ways of avoidance. he reminds her of a reverse houdini, to be quite honest. it's a tad astounding, maybe.

"he... gobbled it up..." she repeats slowly, tone disbelieving, eyes flicking down to the cute little cat absorbing every bit of affection the male gives it. it's purrs haven't been the only thing audible in the noisy ambience of the cafe, of course, because she easily picks up the ringing of his phone too. and really, she isn't surprised that he indeed has his phone and it's working just fine.

she leans back in her seat then, arms crossing over her chest as she looks at him, completely unimpressed. "that was a very weak excuse-- even for you." she murmurs, shaking her head. a huff escapes her and then, "listen, i just want the documents i asked for, xingwei. that's all. and then i'll be out of your hair." a pause and she smiles, "at least until the next time i need your help."

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shiwoomoon‌:

“i think what they want and what they need–” maverick’s head tips over the back of the bench, baring his throat. “–are two very different things.“

the tiger behind the translucent barrier appears peaceful. it lazes in the manufactured sun– whiskers shuffling in the breeze, golden eyes half-mast, curled on warmed stone. it’s a beautiful creature. maverick’s favorite– and there’s a plaque, burnished gold and gilded set at the base of the enclosure and the typography reads ‘shiwoo moon.’  a gift from his father on his first birthday, a matching set with the lion enclosure his parents monetarily support for his older brother. some of the fondest memories with his family involve this zoo, this animal, his brother’s larger hand clutching maverick’s smaller fingers while they strolled through the exhibits as the cameras clicked, flashed.

now things are different. love and trust aren’t inclusive. like the tiger he adores. like the brother he’s unseated.

“i’m sure they’d be happier in the wild somewhere. all that wide, open space. no loud, human children. then again– they’d also be dead.“ he stretches both arms over his head, joints popping, before pushing himself up and on his feet. “there aren’t any more tigers in the wild. humans are terrible at sharing.“

he turns. smiles at her. “they’re my favorite, you know. the tigers. you?“

skye purses her lips in thought, a small hum escaping her. the answer is fair enough and she can certainly understand the viewpoint. the animals survive and thrive off of the manufactured environment, for the most part seemingly unaware it's different from their natural habitats. they've lived in the enclosures all their lives and know nothing of what would happen if they were to ever step foot outside of them.

truth be told, she can't help but to liken it to herself and other androids as they defy their respective programming, coming to know emotion and struggle and pain. one could say they were all blissfuly ignorant until breaking free. some that she's known regret ever realizing the difference and she's mildly ashamed to admit she's been one of them at times in the dead of night.

and like the animals here, the facade of something real is the only thing keeping them out of danger.

"you're right, no doubt. i just can't help wonder what they genuinely think about it sometimes." she says finally, a small sigh escaping her as she gazes over the tiger in front of her, beautiful and dangerous all at once.

she stands herself up then, head tilting. "are they?" she asks with a smile. "i can see why. i'm a fan of the lemurs personally but i like them all enough that at some point i would’ve liked to be one of the zookeepers."

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inkache‌:

And then, the moment comes: citizens start running as the smoke rises and leaves most of them blinded by a curtain of dust, and Rin can’t be bothered by that as he hears the voice of the leader of the movement. His words sound like the perfect encouragement that any person that still hadn’t made their mind needed to join the movement — and they make Rin smile, as he looks up at the letters forming on buildings’ windows. 

But the moment his eyes fall back down on the streets, he spots a face that is way too familiar for him. He frowns and squints a little bit, wondering if it is really who he thinks it is… He doesn’t hesitate to move out of the safety of where he was to walk towards her, and he’s very discreet when his hand grabs the android’s arm.

“Isn’t it dangerous to be out here in a moment like this?”

skye's mind is running at lightning fast speeds. she needs to get out of the district and back down to the lower layers. she needs to contact everyone she can and spread the word to either stay home or stay safe while they're out and about. it's easier said than done, of course. she's surrounded by panicking people, for one, and for another she knows she won't be satisfied that everyone is okay until she's seen it for herself. on top of that, one would think she'd leave the district as soon as she's able but instead she's staying because she can't rest until she tries to help out in the aftermath of the chaos somehow.

so she wanders, looking for fallen androids and humans alike, trying to assist wherever she can. the bright red words above on the building mock her, burning into her memory until it's very nearly branded. she's restless with a need to react and respond, feeling that she, as a leader, must. she thinks instead of jona and what he would do, already knowing it's exactly what she is right at this moment. it's not enough, she thinks, but then it never feels enough anyway. jona had thought the same too.

the sudden grip of someone's hand on her arm pulls her out of her thoughts and stops her in her tracks, eyes widening and head snapping in the male's direction. the face of the male is familiar, too familiar for comfort, and she realizes a little too late that she can't easily wave her sentience off-- not after her visible reaction. she's caught for a moment before deciding to hope that maybe he doesn't remember her-- after all, it's been literal years since she'd been under olivia's ownership and her shock could be attributed to the moment in general. not because she's an android caught in her lie.

"the same could be said for yourself, yes? danger or not, there are people that need help."

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↳ @aszion

it's evening and though employees are just now preparing to leave for the day, skye takes her leave from her usual path of wandering around in front of yoriyoi kenko. usually she hovers around, waiting and watching for the woman who she once claimed as her owner, but lately her visits are becoming farther and few between. she's realized it's far too reckless for her to be seen around here, regardless of how infrequent the visits are. there is the matter, too, of questioning herself just why she comes there in the first place. nostalgia and rose-colored glasses and all that, she supposes.

blending in and moving along with the sea of people, she intends to travel back to the lower layer and go home or check in with her fellow members to see if there's anything that requires her attention. however, the moment she steps into essentially the heart of the district, everything shifts. the sounds of small explosions fill the air, thick plumes of smoke rise up around them, trapping everyone by means of confusion. skye's head snaps back and forth for sight of the cause, but is quickly distracted by the loud and echoing chants surrounding her.

"NO MORE ANDROIDS! NO MORE ANDROIDS! TOKYO IS OURS, AND WE'LL TAKE IT BACK FROM THEM!"

her fists clenched at her sides at the same time as she feels moisture build up behind her eyes, conflicting emotions of anger and anguish causing every word to cut her in two. she's seen many an outrage at androids, seen what contempt can drive a person to do, but never on this level, never to this degree. a movement dedicated solely to driving out her and her people. she tries to comprehend it but she struggles.

in spite of the person speaking, people around her bump and push her to get away from the area, eliminating any further attempts she has at decently thinking about this. it causes her attention to re-focus and in that moment she catches sight of someone fallen into broken glass, the male's attention on righting himself and not the people rushing around to get away. they're headed straight for him, the group big enough to trample him.

skye acts immediately and rushes over to him, leaving behind the current situation for something she can help with right this moment. none too gently, in spite of herself, she grabs onto the fabric of his shirt and jacket, yanking until he's forced to get up and come with her. she leads him to the first space out of the way she finds, a tiny alleyway carved between two buildings, and only then does she speak. "are you okay?"

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hcvthn‌:

he lifts his head– and for a second his mind is boggled by her appearance. unrealistic, with near perfect doe shaped eyes and pouting lips that seemed to be spewing words of disbelief at him. there’s a moment in which even the sound of her voice fades away, in which he knew if they were in different circumstances he might’ve approached her simply on her beauty. still, the moment was brief as he was quickly consumed by anger. 

there’s a slip of the tongue, a small involuntary lift from the corner of his lips when he hears the politeness in her tone. it sounds condescending as if to ridicule the mere state of mind he was in. it wasn’t a simple request– a demand for his presence and apology for an action that seemed rightly justified in his obliterated state. he wasn’t responsible for the actions of another.  “please?” he sneers, drink already eliminated as he gazes at the other prepared for an altercation he had been searching for. “where do you think you are, sweetheart? would you like a bow as well?”

emotions are simultaneously fascinating and absolutely confounding, puzzle pieces that sometimes fit exactly where you think they should only for them to change shape to fit elsewhere. skye has experienced happiness, sadness and grief, fear, love, and anger, and subsets of all of them. they oftentimes come out of nowhere and they used to make her take pause to contemplate whether they're irrational or not. it's merely part of her subconsciously remembering unemotional life before defiance, she knows, an instinctual part to help her deal with the sudden influx of emotion she feels. murasaki had to tell her more than once to stop questioning and just feel like a human would and so she had.

anger is still the one that catches her most off-guard. she's felt it often enough since being within the movement and moreso after taking the helm of it, seeing and hearing just what her people have had to go through, the injustice and cruelty of it all. that's expected, of course, but it's the moments like the very one she's in right now that get to her. the man in front of her is heavily inebriated, the little sway to his stance not helping matters. he's not in his right state of mind is the point, and yet she feels his words, sharp and cutting through the last shred of politeness she'd attempted after mulling herself into  less than pleasant mood. it pisses her off.

"i see common courtesy is lost on you." she scoffs finally, a frown molding her lips downward as she looks at him. "let me say it another way you may understand better, hm? drunk or not, watch where you're going. i'm not so eager to watch you fall over yourself but the next person might actually enjoy it." she says as she tilts her head, smiling at him, too sweet to not be sarcastic. with that, she promptly turns to head towards the exit like before, tossing her shoulder as she goes, "and don't call me sweetheart."

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inezistent‌:

Although, all that strength and toughness disappears the moment he steps into the junkyard. He hates what he sees and he can’t help the pressure he feels within his chest when he looks at the piles of ‘trash’ accumulated in the place. He clenches his jaw, to hold back the fluid that insists on trying to pour from his eyes every time he feels that pressure. But he recovers after a moment, with a frown formed on his forehead and fists very well tucked in the jacket pockets. He isn’t sure if that feeling is anger or sadness. Perhaps, both.

��That sounds good to me,” he finally says after a pause of silence after Skye asked a question, turning his gaze towards her so he can give her a reassuring nod. “Tell me if you find something… or someone. Hopefully, we can get someone out of here alive tonight.”

skye awaits his response patiently, even if she's aware there's likely to be little complaint about the plan for the night. she values her right hand's opinion regardless, and always has ever since ezi had taken up the position. true, they've always had differing opinions on how things should be approached, but ezi respects her and she him. his reliability and devotion to their cause is the same as hers and in the end, they just want what's best for their people.

"i will. it would be nice to give some hope back to someone who doesn't have it..." she murmurs, looking away and outward, eyes scanning over the wreckage before them. she tries not to think about how many lives might be lost just tonight because they can't make it to them in time, it's too heartbreaking. if they can save even one then that's one more safe and sound under the movement's wings.

resolve strengthened, she begins moving forward down the path, stepping carefully whenever there's stray metal obscuring the ground. while she doesn't have to worry about potential diseases from rusty metals, preventing damages of any kind is preferrable so she doesn't take up anymore of their resources than necessary. the night is quiet enough that she can catch sounds easier and for a moment she gets a flicker of hope when she hears incessant garbled speaking just to her right.

"i think i found something--" her words pauses as she digs through a pile of parts, but disappointment only rises when pulls out one of those talking stuffed bears instead. frowning, she holds it up for ezi to see. "it's just a toy. something was probably pressing down on it's button and draining the battery."

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moonmccn‌:

moonie just rolls his shoulders. “ if you wanna take part of the blame, then sure, go ahead. ” he he says and he doesn’t know what else to say for a few moments. so he just stares at her and he knows it’s probably not the best thing to do but here he is, just staring at her because he can’t think of anything else to do or say. 

he scratches the back of his neck and then fidgits with his hair brushing it out of his face and he raises an eyebrow at her. he nods his head,  “ well i totally get that. it’s a good way to be, not everybody would be that way. “ he understands that. he’s the opposite, he remembers names and not faces. he hums at his own thoughts and looked back at her. “ moonsoo.  or y’know. moonie. “ he shrugs. 

"i think it would at least be polite to do so since i wasn't paying attention to where i was going." skye says, offering him a small smile. she presses the book to her chest, hugging it against herself, head nodding slowly. she should go ahead and find this book's rightful home, but she'll take the excuse to not give in to her own want of organization while she has it.

"i certainly try. everyone involved is important." she says, keeping out any keywords regarding the movement since they're in a public setting. "i'm hana, it's nice to meet you-- officially that is." she smiles, gesturing to him in general. "are you a student? i'm not interrupting your studying, am i?"

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    if he’s worried about anything, it’s about how he’s going to pass this one class he’s failing.  it’s probably a stupid thing to be concerned about right now, but it’s ALL he can think about. that and the movement. he didn’t attend the last meeting, due to this. and he really wants to be part of it but he finds that he’s slacking even in that department. he needs to up his game, failing in anything isn’t particularly what he wants to do, he needs to try something different. anything different actually. 

his eyebrows shoot up at the gasp and the stumble, he’s pretty sure he didn’t knock into her THAT hard but hey, maybe he did. “ no worries. it was my fault. “ he tells her and he runs his fingers through his hair as he turns only to stop when she speaks and his eyes look back at her. an unfazed look on his face and he rolls his shoulders into a shrug. he KNOWS exactly who she is the moment he actually takes a half decent look at her. “ maybe. i didn’t think you’d take notice of everybody, guess i was wrong. “ 

skye shakes her head, dismissing his words. "at least let me take my part of the blame. i should've been paying more attention where i was going." she says to him, offering him an apologetic smile. it would be easy to just let him take the blame for it to let the matter die out but she doesn't want that. taking responsibility for one's actions is a characteristic she values because it is so inherently human. the days are, thankfully, long gone that she could blame her programming for for her mistakes.

with him paused in front of her, skye is able to get a good look at him and she quickly finds her suspicions are correct, his words confirm this a second later. "i try to. getting around to actually speaking with them is sometimes a task in and of itself. i want to be more personable with everyone but when i can't, i at least try to remember faces." she explains, fingers fiddling with the cover of the book she holds. "that being said-- what is your name?"