Wide Open. When Rachel came back to awareness, that was the first sensation she noticed. After more than a year, her mind was wide open and roaming. She opened her eyes, lifting her hand and upon her command, a stone rose to settle on her palm. Her powers were back.
Holy shit, her powers were back! She jumped up with a cry of pure joy and didn't land, hovering instead a foot off the ground with a ridiculous grin on her face that didn't fade until she realized she had no idea where she was. The terrain was all wrong for the island, for the school, for the Starjammer or any of the planets she'd been too back home. And while she was fairly well adjusted to being sent off into other times and worlds, it still made her apprehensive. Especially when she began to realize it wasn't as foreign as she thought.
Looking down, she started to notice details, the fit of the boots on her feet, the feel of the body armor she was wearing, the weight of the cloak on her shoulders. The smell of it, the way it moved, it touched something deep in her memory that she rarely, if ever, took a look at anymore. The uniform of an Askani warrior, specifically her uniform, the cloak and insignia that marked her as Clan Chosen, the Lady, the Mother Askani.
Instantly, everything stopped being fun again.
Internal shields went up, senses focused, and she started to scan the area as she lightly touched down. How was she back here? How was she back in a life that technically she'd never lived. Did she skip? Did she somehow send her mind through time and swap it with this version of herself? Did she send herself back to fight a war she'd only barely escaped?
And why did she know her brother was right on the other side of that hill? It didn't match. The times didn't synch up with what she remembered of her time as the Askani. They never lived in the same environment because bringing him to the future was the last thing she did before her body gave out and yet... there he was and here she was, too. It felt like a trap. It felt like something Apocalypse would do to lure her out once upon a time. But she had limited options. She had no food and no water, no map, and no idea how she'd gotten there. She was armed, which was good, knives, a gun and as she looked around there was a nice battle-worn Psimitar by where she'd lain, everything that would make her the perfect picture of who she had been.
She didn't want any of it. This wasn't her life, it had never been her life. And if this was some kind of cosmic joke, there was going to be hell to pay.
Calling the weapon to her side, she stretched out her mind again. In Nathan's direction was an encampment, he wasn't alone, and with returning memories as her guide, she could begin to make out the language. Familiar in its unfamiliarity. It was a rebel camp, one of Nathan's if the memories she searched were true. Which she still doubted, but with a sight internal sigh, she fixed her brother's position in her mind and started out. Maybe he (or his duplicate if this was a ruse), would know what was going on.
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Date: 2012-05-22 10:33 pm (UTC)Holy shit, her powers were back! She jumped up with a cry of pure joy and didn't land, hovering instead a foot off the ground with a ridiculous grin on her face that didn't fade until she realized she had no idea where she was. The terrain was all wrong for the island, for the school, for the Starjammer or any of the planets she'd been too back home. And while she was fairly well adjusted to being sent off into other times and worlds, it still made her apprehensive. Especially when she began to realize it wasn't as foreign as she thought.
Looking down, she started to notice details, the fit of the boots on her feet, the feel of the body armor she was wearing, the weight of the cloak on her shoulders. The smell of it, the way it moved, it touched something deep in her memory that she rarely, if ever, took a look at anymore. The uniform of an Askani warrior, specifically her uniform, the cloak and insignia that marked her as Clan Chosen, the Lady, the Mother Askani.
Instantly, everything stopped being fun again.
Internal shields went up, senses focused, and she started to scan the area as she lightly touched down. How was she back here? How was she back in a life that technically she'd never lived. Did she skip? Did she somehow send her mind through time and swap it with this version of herself? Did she send herself back to fight a war she'd only barely escaped?
And why did she know her brother was right on the other side of that hill? It didn't match. The times didn't synch up with what she remembered of her time as the Askani. They never lived in the same environment because bringing him to the future was the last thing she did before her body gave out and yet... there he was and here she was, too. It felt like a trap. It felt like something Apocalypse would do to lure her out once upon a time. But she had limited options. She had no food and no water, no map, and no idea how she'd gotten there. She was armed, which was good, knives, a gun and as she looked around there was a nice battle-worn Psimitar by where she'd lain, everything that would make her the perfect picture of who she had been.
She didn't want any of it. This wasn't her life, it had never been her life. And if this was some kind of cosmic joke, there was going to be hell to pay.
Calling the weapon to her side, she stretched out her mind again. In Nathan's direction was an encampment, he wasn't alone, and with returning memories as her guide, she could begin to make out the language. Familiar in its unfamiliarity. It was a rebel camp, one of Nathan's if the memories she searched were true. Which she still doubted, but with a sight internal sigh, she fixed her brother's position in her mind and started out. Maybe he (or his duplicate if this was a ruse), would know what was going on.