Atton Rand & miscellaneous names (
suitably_heroic) wrote2025-02-19 06:08 pm
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Manhattan Portalocity Station and Beyond, Wednesday Afternoon
Coming here always made Jack restless - maybe because half the time, he was picking someone up from a different place and a different life, and as much as he was trying to do the healthy thing and not let the whole two-worlds-two-lives thing mess with his head, it still made him jittery.
Anyway.
It was just Cade. What was the worst that could happen?
(Probably a lot.)
He waited outside the station, wearing a jacket and hoodie and jeans and, probably, looking more genuinely relaxed than Cade had ever seen him. Even with the jitters. Even with the way his foot kept jumping.
Space. This was probably a bad idea...
[[ for that guy ]]
Anyway.
It was just Cade. What was the worst that could happen?
(Probably a lot.)
He waited outside the station, wearing a jacket and hoodie and jeans and, probably, looking more genuinely relaxed than Cade had ever seen him. Even with the jitters. Even with the way his foot kept jumping.
Space. This was probably a bad idea...
[[ for that guy ]]
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This time, Dane managed to beat Atton to speaking. A small victory.
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"How's the business been, anyway?" Atton asked. Might as well play nice for now, he figured.
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"The time thing is trippy," Dane admitted.
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"More like four thousand," Atton said helpfully.
"...And you two can understand each other fluently. What's that about?" He reached for his soda. "If I go back four thousand years, my great-great-great whatever is probably rooting around in the mud by the Pearl River."
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Atton snorted. "Try rebuilding the Jedi Order for a few years, hoping you'll change something, only to find out your universe is still going through the same shit four thousand years later."
He took a swig of his soda.
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"I know," he muttered. "Okay? I know."
Dane settled a light hand on his back.
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Cade philosophy, everyone.
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