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rainbowfic2012-07-17 11:11 pm
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TARDIS Blue #23, Eisenhower Green #7, White Opal #7
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Revenge of the Water Sprites
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: TARDIS Blue #23. Allow me to congratulate you, sir. You have the most totally closed mind that I've ever encountered., Eisenhower Green #7. do you want to shoot me in the head?, White Opal #7. Fantasy
Supplies and Materials: reimaging (of The Artwick Captain), pastels (my current gen+romance card B5 "cause and effect"), watercolors, modeling clay, chalk, beading wire, novelty beads
Word Count: 799
Rating: R
Characters: Kit Artwick, Taz Hantree
Warnings: Character death, serial killer POV, some misogynistic language/thought processes
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Kit was looking forward to his meeting with the Hantree Captain. Not even so much because she knew his little brother and might be able to tell why the hell he left, but because she was exciting. A war hero, who had captured Feredar's highest hands-on naval commander...
Even before that, going headlong into Feredar's territory--even if she didn't go to hunt, the way he did, she'd been the first, and, for months, the only Captain involved in the missions.
Very few people impressed Kit. The Hantree Captain did. Pity she wasn't Artwick, or he would have kept her.
He toyed with his liquor and pretended to focus on a map and plan his next trip, keeping an eye out for her. And, out of habit, on the other patrons. He hadn't ever found anyone worth tracking here--taverns weren't good places to confirm, after all--but one never knew.
He wasn't even precisely sure what he should be looking for specifically. There were any number of descriptions of the Hantree Captain, but no two lined up exactly. He expected her to be tall, with wild hair and confidence, carrying the shadows of her recent loss and the glory of her conquests with equal pride.
"Captain Kit Artwick?"
She'd even managed to catch him by surprise.
He looked up--she was more or less what he'd expected. Not quite as tall, more with the shadows than the glory, but with all of the predatory grace he'd hoped. If only she'd been Artwick instead of Hantree. "You must be Captain Taz Hantree, then."
She nodded. "Yeah. I can sit?"
"Sure." There was something...off about her. Not quite fear--and he knew fear--but something in the same neighborhood. She didn't cover it with false bravado the way some did--a point in her favor. People who knew how to handle themselves when they were afraid were much more...interesting. "What were you wantin' to talk to me about, then? You weren't exactly clear in your letter."
"This kinda thing ain't for letters," she said, almost curtly. She spread her hands on the table. More and more interesting. Clearly she was the bearer of bad news, and even if she didn't fear him...
"Yeah?" He held out the bottle--more because he wanted to see how her dread would change if she were to be a little drunk.
She shook her head, and visibly hesitated, before saying, "Y'know I worked with your brother, durin' the War?"
He narrowed his eyes. Bad news about Mel, then. What the hell, not like much could be worse than him running away. He nodded. "Guess he told you why he left me? That why you're here?"
She blinked, clearly thrown by his question. "No. Never a word about it."
Hm.
"Don't s'pose you mind sharin'?"
Now, why would I have asked you about it if I knew? Not the kinda thing you bring up in polite company, now is it. He laughed a little. "Hell if I know. Never left no note or nothin'." And that little sore spot still rankled. That Mel could leave, after everything, without even any indication why. To hell with the loss to the clan, he should have at least told Kit.
She bowed her head. "Right. Sorry. Must be a...bad memory."
"You could say that," he said, acidly.
She took a deep breath. "It's on account of Mel I came here."
"Yeah? He want somethin' from me?"
"He's dead."
What.
Mel was dead, or the world believed it. The Hantree Captain had no reason to lie to him. She hadn't likely been the cause of it, either. He toyed briefly with the idea of killing her anyway--cause or not, she'd pulled him out from wherever the hell he was hiding and gotten him into this mess, and it wasn't like he could keep her--but no. Not now, at least. She wasn't a fiend. People would actually care if she were found dead, and to her Clan, she'd be worth it. If he wanted to be Artwick's Head, he couldn't be the last man seen talking to her.
She quietly went on. "He died. Just before the end of the War. You're his only close kin, and no one else wanted to tell you--'cept Isshiri, but I told him it'd prob'ly be better comin' from a Captain than a total stranger. He didn't leave anythin' I know of, but..."
Kit ignored her, just stood up and stalked past her, keeping the fury off his face. A city like Asendar had plenty of prey he could work his frustration out on, and sooner or later he'd track down the Hantree Captain.
He couldn't keep her, he couldn't keep Mel, Mel was dead, so she would be too.
Soon.
Story: Revenge of the Water Sprites
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: TARDIS Blue #23. Allow me to congratulate you, sir. You have the most totally closed mind that I've ever encountered., Eisenhower Green #7. do you want to shoot me in the head?, White Opal #7. Fantasy
Supplies and Materials: reimaging (of The Artwick Captain), pastels (my current gen+romance card B5 "cause and effect"), watercolors, modeling clay, chalk, beading wire, novelty beads
Word Count: 799
Rating: R
Characters: Kit Artwick, Taz Hantree
Warnings: Character death, serial killer POV, some misogynistic language/thought processes
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Kit was looking forward to his meeting with the Hantree Captain. Not even so much because she knew his little brother and might be able to tell why the hell he left, but because she was exciting. A war hero, who had captured Feredar's highest hands-on naval commander...
Even before that, going headlong into Feredar's territory--even if she didn't go to hunt, the way he did, she'd been the first, and, for months, the only Captain involved in the missions.
Very few people impressed Kit. The Hantree Captain did. Pity she wasn't Artwick, or he would have kept her.
He toyed with his liquor and pretended to focus on a map and plan his next trip, keeping an eye out for her. And, out of habit, on the other patrons. He hadn't ever found anyone worth tracking here--taverns weren't good places to confirm, after all--but one never knew.
He wasn't even precisely sure what he should be looking for specifically. There were any number of descriptions of the Hantree Captain, but no two lined up exactly. He expected her to be tall, with wild hair and confidence, carrying the shadows of her recent loss and the glory of her conquests with equal pride.
"Captain Kit Artwick?"
She'd even managed to catch him by surprise.
He looked up--she was more or less what he'd expected. Not quite as tall, more with the shadows than the glory, but with all of the predatory grace he'd hoped. If only she'd been Artwick instead of Hantree. "You must be Captain Taz Hantree, then."
She nodded. "Yeah. I can sit?"
"Sure." There was something...off about her. Not quite fear--and he knew fear--but something in the same neighborhood. She didn't cover it with false bravado the way some did--a point in her favor. People who knew how to handle themselves when they were afraid were much more...interesting. "What were you wantin' to talk to me about, then? You weren't exactly clear in your letter."
"This kinda thing ain't for letters," she said, almost curtly. She spread her hands on the table. More and more interesting. Clearly she was the bearer of bad news, and even if she didn't fear him...
"Yeah?" He held out the bottle--more because he wanted to see how her dread would change if she were to be a little drunk.
She shook her head, and visibly hesitated, before saying, "Y'know I worked with your brother, durin' the War?"
He narrowed his eyes. Bad news about Mel, then. What the hell, not like much could be worse than him running away. He nodded. "Guess he told you why he left me? That why you're here?"
She blinked, clearly thrown by his question. "No. Never a word about it."
Hm.
"Don't s'pose you mind sharin'?"
Now, why would I have asked you about it if I knew? Not the kinda thing you bring up in polite company, now is it. He laughed a little. "Hell if I know. Never left no note or nothin'." And that little sore spot still rankled. That Mel could leave, after everything, without even any indication why. To hell with the loss to the clan, he should have at least told Kit.
She bowed her head. "Right. Sorry. Must be a...bad memory."
"You could say that," he said, acidly.
She took a deep breath. "It's on account of Mel I came here."
"Yeah? He want somethin' from me?"
"He's dead."
What.
Mel was dead, or the world believed it. The Hantree Captain had no reason to lie to him. She hadn't likely been the cause of it, either. He toyed briefly with the idea of killing her anyway--cause or not, she'd pulled him out from wherever the hell he was hiding and gotten him into this mess, and it wasn't like he could keep her--but no. Not now, at least. She wasn't a fiend. People would actually care if she were found dead, and to her Clan, she'd be worth it. If he wanted to be Artwick's Head, he couldn't be the last man seen talking to her.
She quietly went on. "He died. Just before the end of the War. You're his only close kin, and no one else wanted to tell you--'cept Isshiri, but I told him it'd prob'ly be better comin' from a Captain than a total stranger. He didn't leave anythin' I know of, but..."
Kit ignored her, just stood up and stalked past her, keeping the fury off his face. A city like Asendar had plenty of prey he could work his frustration out on, and sooner or later he'd track down the Hantree Captain.
He couldn't keep her, he couldn't keep Mel, Mel was dead, so she would be too.
Soon.
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You know, I kind of want to lock Kit and Tana in a room together and just leave them there.
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...oh, man. ...Tana would probably die first, since Kit's bigger and hunts rather than killing already-captured mages. But it would certainly be...something.
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And ugh, Kit. What happened to make him so twisted?
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It probably wouldn't, but this is pretty much the last thing Taz does before going North to live with Dallu's people, so he never really gets a chance. Except possibly in the sequel taking place 20/30ish years after the Feredar War that I've only plotted out in bits and pieces, where he's Lord of the Islands and Kesshare pretty much takes over the world.