Honey I Shrunk the Pups Plot

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's finally getting ready to leave Corsin, he's looking forward to less crowded streets. When he's at the counter the blue light goes and he automatically goes for his weapon and starts to crouch before he finds himself on the stool he was near. He scrambles up and then looks down and around, this is awful. Why is he tiny and how can he get back to the right size?

The actual counter isn't too far away and from there, he'll have a better view. He starts looking for a way up, this is one of those times it would be useful to have more supplies but he doesn't need them when he's in a city. For now, he starts going through his bag and jacket, there must be something he can use. It would be nice if Kay was around, he's taller.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor

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[sticktothemission]

Reaper actually has an easy time getting around, despite being so small. It's a simple matter to shadowstep from table to table to bar, but by the time he gets there he's feeling rather drained. That was a lot of teleporting over a relatively large distance.

He nearly collapses as the black smoke billows away but his clawed gauntlets catch on the cube Bar provides him and he manages to hold himself up. He probably won't do that again any time soon, but at least he's someplace he can get supplies now.

[childofrebellion]

He watches the shadow move and become Reaper then almost collapse, which is a good sign, there are weaknesses. In his searching, he's found a cord that he was going to try and hook onto something on the counter, he's tossing it in hand when he watches the landing, "Was that a landing or a crash?"

[sticktothemission]

Reaper's claws twitch, digging into the cube that's turning to smoke under his touch. He didn't realize he had an audience, a lack of observation on his part for being so focused on reaching Bar.

He squares his shoulders and turns to face Cassian, keeping one hand over the cube. He tilts his head ever so slightly.

"Jealous you're stuck on a stool?" There is a distinctly smug tone to his voice.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's noted the cube that Reaper is doing something to, while he realizes he might be able to reach a tap, "No, I don't have to worry about losing any of my parts if I land wrong. What happens if someone sneezes in your shadows?"

As he talks, he tosses the cord which has a small hook from his lockpicking kit on the end to get it far enough over the counter to catch.

[sticktothemission]

He shrugs, slow and unconcerned.

"They're dead." Having a soul-eating monster up your nose is never healthy.

He makes no move to assist Cassian. He's still finishing off his cube, though.

[childofrebellion]

That's just fine, Cassian wouldn't trust his help and the cord is secure. He gives it a quick tug before he starts scrambling, he doesn't want to test this too much.

The counter is slippery than he realized so there's a bad moment as he gets over the lip before he takes a moment to curse in Festian.

Once he's safely up, he starts putting the cord and hook away and watches Reaper and his cube, "Want any seasoning with that?"

[sticktothemission]

Reaper raises his hand as the last of the cube's smoke glides into it, flexing his clawed fingers closed and opened once.

Silkily, "You offering?"

[childofrebellion]

"You've got your choice of Bar's condiments, but Sombra told me about your boring tastes,"

He watches that flexing, he wishes he knew more about what Reaper actually does before quickly tucking his cord and hook away.

[sticktothemission]

He chuckles, the sound low and amused.

"You trust Sombra?"

His hand is still raised, claws on display.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's hand is resting near his blaster, he doesn't like that claw and he's not going to give away his thoughts on Sombra.

Since he trusts her to a point, and if he gives her chances to steal info, she'll help, "She can be helpful."

[sticktothemission]

"Cassian, Cassian," he says pityingly. He gestures grandly towards him as his mask tilts slightly to the side and down in what is probably a pointed look.

"She's using you."

[childofrebellion]

He gives Reaper an eyebrow while Bar provides him with a tiny mug of caf, Sombra's never hidden that she's out for herself. She also has fun and Cassian likes being around her, "She uses people, that's what she does."

[sticktothemission]

He snorts and crosses his arms over his chest.

"Not as dumb as you pretend."

He approves!

[childofrebellion]

Cassian takes a long sip of caf, its still good even small and shrugs, "People see what they expect."

[sticktothemission]

Ain't that the truth. He always appreciated Cassian understood that.

For half a moment he wishes he didn't have to be Reaper here. But with Sombra around and especially that Bastion unit and whatever other people from his world that's not a chance he can take.

"I see why she likes you." He keeps his tone considering, evaluating.

[childofrebellion]

That's an unusual comment, it sounded like a compliment, he's curious what else Reaper might share, "Have you worked with her a long time?"

[sticktothemission]

Oh, Cassian. Haven't you learned yet he's not in the habit of giving straight answers?

"She wouldn't tell you, huh?" Interesting if so. He'll follow her lead on that, then.

[childofrebellion]

This is only their second conversation, he's testing out how straight an answer he'll get,

"Why would I ask her anything that specific? She never answers those sorts of questions."

[sticktothemission]

Fair point.

"I'm surprised you thought I might be different.

He sounds amused.

[childofrebellion]

"You might like bragging about your exploits, after all intimidation requires people knowing what you can do,"

And he doesn't like to make too many assumptions, better to collect what information he can.

[sticktothemission]

"Heh. The newspapers take care of that plenty."

He doesn't have to brag. He's perfectly fine mentioning sensationalist news articles that Cassian can look up instead.

[childofrebellion]

"Must make your job easy. You can show up, terrify and take what you need,"

He knows that Sombra spends her time stealing intel though he hasn't figured out who she's taking it from and what she does with it.

[sticktothemission]

Man, he wishes it was that easy to make armed guards roll over.

"Sure. All I do is scare people."

He still sounds amused.

[childofrebellion]

"No, you're probably more creative than that or else Sombra wouldn't work with you. She has high standards,"

And she doesn't seem like she'd spend time with someone who didn't help her get things done.

[sticktothemission]

He chuckles again.

"So do I. You could always hire me and see."

He doubts Cassian could afford him but you never know.

[childofrebellion]

"No, I prefer to do my own dirty work,"

It keeps anyone else from having to do it and he'd never pay anyone for that sort of job.

[sticktothemission]

Reaper regards him silently for a moment.

"I can respect that."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian meets his gaze with tiredness and self-loathing in his eyes, he doesn't need or want respect for that, its what he has to do,

"Its what needs to be done for the Rebellion."

[sticktothemission]

Reaper knows that look well. He used to see it a lot in the mirrors before Overwatch fell.

He's a little surprised Cassian is letting him see it now. Must make him feel better letting Reaper know he isn't a monster. Or Cassian's playing him because that's always an option, too.

"Can respect that, too," he says simply, letting his shoulders relax.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian doesn't realize how much is visible and he doesn't care if Reaper sees it. That part of his work, he tries to hide and its an odd relief to not have to even if its to someone like Reaper. At the comment about respect, he nods, there's not much to say to that.

He finishes off his caf and looks out over the Bar, trying to think where might be a good place to wait this mess out.

[sticktothemission]

The bar seems impossibly huge at this size. Reaper himself has no plans of traversing anywhere after it took so much to get here.

"Don't suppose you saw what caused this?"

[childofrebellion]

"A blue light and I thought I heard something explode or break,"

He was changing as it happened and his main worry was that it was a bombing.

[sticktothemission]

"Great. So we'll be like this a while."

Fucking Milliways.

[childofrebellion]

"If its tech, it might be fixed faster than magic problems,"

Perhaps if he went into one of the shelves, that could be safe. Since he wants to be high enough to not be eaten by anything and where someone can't get to him.

[sticktothemission]

"You're optimistic."

Maybe if the machine or whatever hadn't broken. What's he even going to do for the next week? What if it's longer?

[childofrebellion]

"Dwelling doesn't get anything done,"

And he prefers to be hopeful as long as he can.

[sticktothemission]

"You're two inches tall. What do you expect to be able to do?"

Reaper could probably still kill people and get into places he's not supposed to be, but the travel time would be ridiculous. He's not even going to try that unless Sombra shows up to ferry him around.

She'll be sad she's missing this.

[childofrebellion]

"Find someplace secure to wait this out,"

Its simple and he'll feel better if he has a spot.

[sticktothemission]

"I wouldn't go far," he says casually. "I'd hate to be missed when they reverse this."

He'd like to not spend one extra second smaller than he has to.

[childofrebellion]

"I wasn't planning on it,"

He just doesn't want to wait if he does, he'll worry and think about what happens if it doesn't get fixed.

[sticktothemission]

Reaper shrugs.

He's just going to lean against the nearby tap for a while and people watch. Cassian included, he wants to see how he gets to wherever he's going.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian starts walking to the back of the counter to see how easy it would be to get into the shelves behind the Bar.

[sticktothemission]

Maybe he could lasso one of the bottles back there, get a secure line? It seems more trouble than it's worth to Reaper.

Of course, Reaper could also just teleport over.

[childofrebellion]

He uses one of the taps to get behind the counter where there's another stool. Then looks up again and leans against a bowl of toothpicks as he considers his options.

[sticktothemission]

Reaper is very amused. Cassian is going to have to make this trip every time he needs to get supplies. Which'll probably be soon since he's not bringing any with him. If he's trying to keep himself busy, this certainly accomplishes it.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian picks up an olive and starts nibbling on it before walking on the lower part of the counter. There's a lot back here.

[sticktothemission]

He's not going to watch him eat. Dull.

He turns his attention back to bar at large, noting how the various tiny patrons are handling themselves. He's genuinely surprised at the number of people climbing furniture. He wouldn't think civilians would be keen to risk that height, but really, how many patrons are true civilians?

[childofrebellion]

He's going to think more about what he might do and eat before making any major choices.