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rainbowfic2012-11-14 10:43 pm
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Shadow #7, Bone #17, Arsenic #9
Name: shadowsong26
Story: The Cover-up
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Shadow #7. embezzlement, Bone #17. autopsy report, Arsenic #9. curare
Supplies and Materials: canvas (968 FY), oils, stain (“Opportunity makes a thief.” - Francis Bacon), modeling clay, charcoal, pastels (my current GRK card G1 "growing up"), chalk, seed beads, novelty beads ("I would never lie. I willfully participated in a campaign of misinformation."), glitter (alcohol)
Word Count: 458
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Mellir, Keta
Warnings: Teenaged drunken stupidity involving fire.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Mellir is about sixteen here, and Keta around twenty. Last Shadow!
Keta shut the door to her room behind Mellir, then turned and folded her arms and stared at him.
He stared back for a few minutes, but broke first, just like she'd known he would. "What do you want, Keta?" he asked.
"Just because Father doesn't watch the day-to-day reports from Chancellor Devir doesn't mean nobody does," she said flatly.
He blanched. "How...how long have you...?"
She rolled her eyes. "You're not as clever as you think you are. And, honestly, even if Father has noticed, he's probably been looking the other way. But he won't this time, and I can't cover for you when you take this much."
He looked down. "What should I do...?"
Keta sighed. She liked Mellir, he was her little brother and his messes were usually easy to clean up. He just didn't think. "What did you need the money for?"
"I...um." He shifted uncomfortably again.
"I can't help you if you don't tell me what happened," she said, as patiently as she could.
"I...you have to understand, I was very drunk, and I..."
She groaned. "What did you break?"
"It wasn't break so much as..."
It clicked. "The fire last month? At the Minister of Culture's private residence?"
He nodded. "It was Peroll's idea," he insisted. "I don't remember all that clearly, but he was talking about trying to contact the dead, so we broke in, and..."
Keta buried her head in her hands. "And you were trying to buy off the Minister so he wouldn't tell Father?"
Mellir nodded again. To his credit, he looked rather pathetically miserable. "He said...he said none of his particularly valuable texts were damaged, so if we paid him..."
Keta held up a hand to stop him. "I can fix this. This time I can fix this, because I think Father was planning to give him some repair funds anyway. But if you do it again--anything like this again--I will go straight to Father when I find out. Do you understand me?"
"Yes," he mumbled.
"And you have to promise me--promise me--that you will behave yourself for the next six weeks. Or I will tell Father anyway." He'd be upset she lied to him and covered for Mellir, of course, but if the threat of it got Mellir to straighten up his act, it was worth it. He was likely to get himself killed on one of his impulsive escapades one of these days.
"I promise," he said. "Can I go now?"
"Yes. Go." She stood aside and he practically bolted out the door. She took a deep breath, then put on her prettiest smile to go see Chancellor Devir and convince him that the missing money was just a silly misunderstanding.
Story: The Cover-up
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Shadow #7. embezzlement, Bone #17. autopsy report, Arsenic #9. curare
Supplies and Materials: canvas (968 FY), oils, stain (“Opportunity makes a thief.” - Francis Bacon), modeling clay, charcoal, pastels (my current GRK card G1 "growing up"), chalk, seed beads, novelty beads ("I would never lie. I willfully participated in a campaign of misinformation."), glitter (alcohol)
Word Count: 458
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Mellir, Keta
Warnings: Teenaged drunken stupidity involving fire.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Mellir is about sixteen here, and Keta around twenty. Last Shadow!
Keta shut the door to her room behind Mellir, then turned and folded her arms and stared at him.
He stared back for a few minutes, but broke first, just like she'd known he would. "What do you want, Keta?" he asked.
"Just because Father doesn't watch the day-to-day reports from Chancellor Devir doesn't mean nobody does," she said flatly.
He blanched. "How...how long have you...?"
She rolled her eyes. "You're not as clever as you think you are. And, honestly, even if Father has noticed, he's probably been looking the other way. But he won't this time, and I can't cover for you when you take this much."
He looked down. "What should I do...?"
Keta sighed. She liked Mellir, he was her little brother and his messes were usually easy to clean up. He just didn't think. "What did you need the money for?"
"I...um." He shifted uncomfortably again.
"I can't help you if you don't tell me what happened," she said, as patiently as she could.
"I...you have to understand, I was very drunk, and I..."
She groaned. "What did you break?"
"It wasn't break so much as..."
It clicked. "The fire last month? At the Minister of Culture's private residence?"
He nodded. "It was Peroll's idea," he insisted. "I don't remember all that clearly, but he was talking about trying to contact the dead, so we broke in, and..."
Keta buried her head in her hands. "And you were trying to buy off the Minister so he wouldn't tell Father?"
Mellir nodded again. To his credit, he looked rather pathetically miserable. "He said...he said none of his particularly valuable texts were damaged, so if we paid him..."
Keta held up a hand to stop him. "I can fix this. This time I can fix this, because I think Father was planning to give him some repair funds anyway. But if you do it again--anything like this again--I will go straight to Father when I find out. Do you understand me?"
"Yes," he mumbled.
"And you have to promise me--promise me--that you will behave yourself for the next six weeks. Or I will tell Father anyway." He'd be upset she lied to him and covered for Mellir, of course, but if the threat of it got Mellir to straighten up his act, it was worth it. He was likely to get himself killed on one of his impulsive escapades one of these days.
"I promise," he said. "Can I go now?"
"Yes. Go." She stood aside and he practically bolted out the door. She took a deep breath, then put on her prettiest smile to go see Chancellor Devir and convince him that the missing money was just a silly misunderstanding.
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Well, considering he dies because he decides more or less on a whim to assassinate Kellom and take the throne for himself...no. Not at all the last stupid thing he does.
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She does try.