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Jade #15, Red #12, Snow White #9
Name: shadowsong26
Story: The Call
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Jade #15. Come dusk, at the bend of a deserted pool/Through meditation I controlled passion's dragon, Red #12. red cross, Snow White #9. stolen child
Supplies and Materials: stain, modeling clay, pastels (my current gen + romance card N1 "accidents"), chalk, yarn
Word Count: 591
Rating: R
Characters: Evan Anders, Cecily McAllister, Ambassador Nouama
Warnings: References to violence involving fire, implied character death
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place ten years before Contact, at the end of Part One.
Evan Anders was in a meeting with Cecily McAllister going over the quarterly reports from the advertising department, when the intercom beeped.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I have an urgent call for Mr. Anders."
"We're in the middle of things, Lucas," Cecily said, impatient. "Tell them to call back later."
Lucas had been Cecily's secretary for about two months, and, while Evan did his best to stay out of office gossip, he knew that the new guy wasn't working out.
"Ma'am, the call's from an Ambassador."
Cecily blinked and looked over at Evan, who was just as started. He was an accounting executive at a toy company. Yes, they'd partnered with a couple of ambassadors for charity events in the past, but none had stayed in touch with him. The only other way he was connected with any diplomats was...
"...oh, God."
She read it in his face. "He'll take it in the conference room, Lucas," she said, waving a hand at him and mouthing "Go, go."
Evan didn't really need to be told. He stumbled over to the conference room as fast as he could. If Mariko's boss was calling him directly, then--
He found the call in the logs and Ambassador Nouama's face spread across the viewscreen like a punch to the stomach. He half-sank, half-fell into a chair. "Mr. Ambassador," he managed to get out.
"Mr. Anders, I'm sorry about this, but I felt it was...important for me to inform you personally."
Mariko, his only child, his baby girl, something had happened to Mariko and oh God how am I going to tell Tsuna? He cleared his throat. "What...what happened?"
"We're still investigating," Nouama said, cautiously. "But there was a fire."
"Oh God."
"Dr. Anders--Mariko, she's alive," Nouama assured him hastily and Evan felt like the ground had dropped out from beneath him again.
"She's...she's alive? You're sure?"
"Yes, I've seen her myself. But she was critically injured, and...I will be blunt, sir, the medical staff here give her even odds of recovering."
Evan buried his face in his hands. I have to get Tsuna, I have to explain this to Tsuna somehow, and then... "W-we should come, her mother and I, we should be there--"
"Regretfully, you can't, Mr. Anders," the Ambassador interrupted gently. "Because of the damage to the station, and the fact that another diplomat and his entire family were killed, all non-essential personnel are being removed from the station. As soon as your daughter is stable enough, she will be transported home. I'm so sorry..."
His daughter, dying halfway across the universe, with no one she knew there to--
Wait, she'd mentioned someone, a girlfriend. "I...Mariko mentioned someone she was close to. A member of the station staff, I think. She said her name was Lux?"
The Ambassador visibly hesitated, then shook his head. "Lux is currently unaccounted for."
So she has no one. Evan took a deep breath and tried to steel himself. "Thank you for your call, Ambassador. I need...I need to speak to my wife now."
"Of course," Nouama said. "I'll arrange for you to be updated as frequently as possible. You again have my sympathy."
Which meant more or less nothing, but Evan acknowledged it anyway before hanging up.
He took a deep breath and thought through a list. He thought best in lists. Call Tsuna, tell Cecily I'm leaving, pick Tsuna up at the studio and then...
And then wait. And pray.
He took another deep breath, closed his eyes, and dialed.
Story: The Call
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Jade #15. Come dusk, at the bend of a deserted pool/Through meditation I controlled passion's dragon, Red #12. red cross, Snow White #9. stolen child
Supplies and Materials: stain, modeling clay, pastels (my current gen + romance card N1 "accidents"), chalk, yarn
Word Count: 591
Rating: R
Characters: Evan Anders, Cecily McAllister, Ambassador Nouama
Warnings: References to violence involving fire, implied character death
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place ten years before Contact, at the end of Part One.
Evan Anders was in a meeting with Cecily McAllister going over the quarterly reports from the advertising department, when the intercom beeped.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I have an urgent call for Mr. Anders."
"We're in the middle of things, Lucas," Cecily said, impatient. "Tell them to call back later."
Lucas had been Cecily's secretary for about two months, and, while Evan did his best to stay out of office gossip, he knew that the new guy wasn't working out.
"Ma'am, the call's from an Ambassador."
Cecily blinked and looked over at Evan, who was just as started. He was an accounting executive at a toy company. Yes, they'd partnered with a couple of ambassadors for charity events in the past, but none had stayed in touch with him. The only other way he was connected with any diplomats was...
"...oh, God."
She read it in his face. "He'll take it in the conference room, Lucas," she said, waving a hand at him and mouthing "Go, go."
Evan didn't really need to be told. He stumbled over to the conference room as fast as he could. If Mariko's boss was calling him directly, then--
He found the call in the logs and Ambassador Nouama's face spread across the viewscreen like a punch to the stomach. He half-sank, half-fell into a chair. "Mr. Ambassador," he managed to get out.
"Mr. Anders, I'm sorry about this, but I felt it was...important for me to inform you personally."
Mariko, his only child, his baby girl, something had happened to Mariko and oh God how am I going to tell Tsuna? He cleared his throat. "What...what happened?"
"We're still investigating," Nouama said, cautiously. "But there was a fire."
"Oh God."
"Dr. Anders--Mariko, she's alive," Nouama assured him hastily and Evan felt like the ground had dropped out from beneath him again.
"She's...she's alive? You're sure?"
"Yes, I've seen her myself. But she was critically injured, and...I will be blunt, sir, the medical staff here give her even odds of recovering."
Evan buried his face in his hands. I have to get Tsuna, I have to explain this to Tsuna somehow, and then... "W-we should come, her mother and I, we should be there--"
"Regretfully, you can't, Mr. Anders," the Ambassador interrupted gently. "Because of the damage to the station, and the fact that another diplomat and his entire family were killed, all non-essential personnel are being removed from the station. As soon as your daughter is stable enough, she will be transported home. I'm so sorry..."
His daughter, dying halfway across the universe, with no one she knew there to--
Wait, she'd mentioned someone, a girlfriend. "I...Mariko mentioned someone she was close to. A member of the station staff, I think. She said her name was Lux?"
The Ambassador visibly hesitated, then shook his head. "Lux is currently unaccounted for."
So she has no one. Evan took a deep breath and tried to steel himself. "Thank you for your call, Ambassador. I need...I need to speak to my wife now."
"Of course," Nouama said. "I'll arrange for you to be updated as frequently as possible. You again have my sympathy."
Which meant more or less nothing, but Evan acknowledged it anyway before hanging up.
He took a deep breath and thought through a list. He thought best in lists. Call Tsuna, tell Cecily I'm leaving, pick Tsuna up at the studio and then...
And then wait. And pray.
He took another deep breath, closed his eyes, and dialed.
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Ambassador Nouama's face spread across the viewscreen like a punch to the stomach.
I really like this description. It says a lot about the fear Evan is feeling.
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