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rainbowfic2013-12-06 06:15 pm
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Glitter #9, Transparent #15, Fake Blood Red #4
Name: shadowsong26
Story: The Black Sheep
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Glitter #9. We're in the money. - 42nd Street, Transparent #15. Spring, Fake Blood Red #4. We're always much more talented after you've had a few drinks.
Supplies and Materials: fabric, pastels (my current gen + romance card B5 "market"), chalk, beading wire, glue ("Mischievous Mercury is in your sign, inspiring you to tell stories before you have figured out the plot...Enjoy the ride on the Ferris wheel of your imagination without trying to understand what it all means.")
Word Count: 807
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Rubika, Dimana
Warnings: Brief references to family infighting
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. And now I have introduced all three of the people Rubika will be primarily associated with.
Every family had a black sheep or two. And for a Family like Rubika’s, that spread into just about every nook and cranny of Human space, there were several.
Sometimes their close relatives refused ordinary contact, but only the Broken Branch was permanently cast out from the Family circle, and that had been their own choice. None of the black sheep ever were—the first David, after all, had committed some terrible crime long ago, though only the Guardian was supposed to know exactly what that crime was.
That meant that Rubika as a messenger, had contact with many of them. She did, at least privately, hate quite a few of those stops, almost wishing the Family would cut them off—dangerous people, violent people, three in prison and one who really should have been—but others, she almost enjoyed.
Her favorite was Dimana Ahtli, a forty-something “degenerate gambler and con artist” from Amee’s line. She had a sharp, sarcastic sense of humor and told better stories than anyone, except possibly Mrs. Pryce. She always tried to leave Dimana towards the end of her route, which was harder than it looked, since the older woman tended to move around a lot.
But Dimana had finally updated her contact information for Rubika, conveniently just before she was supposed to swing by Earth for the new updates for her next run, and this time, Rubika found her in a penthouse suite of a luxury hotel on Portia, playing a card game Rubika didn’t recognize with a handful of handsome, dangerous-looking men.
“Heyla, Rubika,” Dimana called, with a sleek smile. “Let me finish this hand, and we’ll talk. We’re almost done, and I’m winning, anyway.”
One of the men eyed Rubika. “Who’s this?” he asked Dimana without looking at her. He had a Stygian accent, which made Rubika feel oddly homesick, in a way she hadn’t
“Cousin of mine,” Dimana answered casually. “Distant,” she clarified, since the two women looked nothing alike, “but I always liked her mamma at big family reunions, so we’ve kept in touch.”
“Huh,” the man said, then turned back to his hand.
Dimana flicked a few cards over with grace and ease. “Set and game, gentlemen. I win again.”
The man who’d spoken before glared at her, and started to reach inside his coat pocket, but one of his friends shook his head.
“I think we’re done for today, Seline,” he said. “Tomorrow?”
Dimana gave that same sleek, lazy smile. “My pleasure, Tom. You know where to find me.”
The men left, without giving Rubika another glance, and Dimana rolled her eyes. “Five games, and they still haven’t figured out how I’m cheating.”
“Probably a good thing you gave a false name, for when they do.”
Dimana waved a hand dismissively. “Nah, they’re too obvious when they reach for their guns, and they don’t have contacts outside the city. I could stay on the same damn moon and they’d never find me.”
“If you say so,” Rubika said, only half-believing her. Dimana was good, sure—she’d been, as she put it, “relieving rich idiots of their burdens” since she was twelve, and she’d only been caught twice in all that time.
“I do,” Dimana said, with a brief flash of her natural smile. “So, I heard a rumor about a surprise baby? You didn’t look pregnant last time I saw you.”
Rubika rolled her eyes, and laughed. “Hah, I wish.” Not really, but having a reason for a pregnancy scare might be nice. “No, I just got contacted by a dead cousin’s casual girlfriend’s mother. No one knew she was pregnant before he died, but now the mom’s gone and the grandmother doesn’t want responsibility for the kid.”
“I think I’ve run that scam before,” Dimana said thoughtfully. “But I suppose Sanchez ran all the tests he could think of to be sure?”
Rubika nodded. “Yeah.”
“Huh. Wonder if there are any more like her out there.” Dimana shrugged. “I suppose it doesn’t matter. So, you’re still single?”
“I should give you official news first,” Rubika said, more as a token protest than anything—Dimana was probably going to set her up with a blind date that would be a hell of a lot of fun for a few hours then turn into a disaster in the morning. She’d done that the last three times Rubika had met with her.
“You can leave me the downloads to look over later,” Dimana said. “I’m more interested in you.”
Rubika laughed. “You’ve already got someone in mind, don’t you.”
“You’re gonna love him,” Dimana promised.
Because she did take her job seriously, Rubika carefully set a portable drive with the downloads on the deck of cards on the table, then settled in, a glass of Scotch one of Dimana’s guests had abandoned. “All right. Tell me more.”
Story: The Black Sheep
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Glitter #9. We're in the money. - 42nd Street, Transparent #15. Spring, Fake Blood Red #4. We're always much more talented after you've had a few drinks.
Supplies and Materials: fabric, pastels (my current gen + romance card B5 "market"), chalk, beading wire, glue ("Mischievous Mercury is in your sign, inspiring you to tell stories before you have figured out the plot...Enjoy the ride on the Ferris wheel of your imagination without trying to understand what it all means.")
Word Count: 807
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Rubika, Dimana
Warnings: Brief references to family infighting
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. And now I have introduced all three of the people Rubika will be primarily associated with.
Every family had a black sheep or two. And for a Family like Rubika’s, that spread into just about every nook and cranny of Human space, there were several.
Sometimes their close relatives refused ordinary contact, but only the Broken Branch was permanently cast out from the Family circle, and that had been their own choice. None of the black sheep ever were—the first David, after all, had committed some terrible crime long ago, though only the Guardian was supposed to know exactly what that crime was.
That meant that Rubika as a messenger, had contact with many of them. She did, at least privately, hate quite a few of those stops, almost wishing the Family would cut them off—dangerous people, violent people, three in prison and one who really should have been—but others, she almost enjoyed.
Her favorite was Dimana Ahtli, a forty-something “degenerate gambler and con artist” from Amee’s line. She had a sharp, sarcastic sense of humor and told better stories than anyone, except possibly Mrs. Pryce. She always tried to leave Dimana towards the end of her route, which was harder than it looked, since the older woman tended to move around a lot.
But Dimana had finally updated her contact information for Rubika, conveniently just before she was supposed to swing by Earth for the new updates for her next run, and this time, Rubika found her in a penthouse suite of a luxury hotel on Portia, playing a card game Rubika didn’t recognize with a handful of handsome, dangerous-looking men.
“Heyla, Rubika,” Dimana called, with a sleek smile. “Let me finish this hand, and we’ll talk. We’re almost done, and I’m winning, anyway.”
One of the men eyed Rubika. “Who’s this?” he asked Dimana without looking at her. He had a Stygian accent, which made Rubika feel oddly homesick, in a way she hadn’t
“Cousin of mine,” Dimana answered casually. “Distant,” she clarified, since the two women looked nothing alike, “but I always liked her mamma at big family reunions, so we’ve kept in touch.”
“Huh,” the man said, then turned back to his hand.
Dimana flicked a few cards over with grace and ease. “Set and game, gentlemen. I win again.”
The man who’d spoken before glared at her, and started to reach inside his coat pocket, but one of his friends shook his head.
“I think we’re done for today, Seline,” he said. “Tomorrow?”
Dimana gave that same sleek, lazy smile. “My pleasure, Tom. You know where to find me.”
The men left, without giving Rubika another glance, and Dimana rolled her eyes. “Five games, and they still haven’t figured out how I’m cheating.”
“Probably a good thing you gave a false name, for when they do.”
Dimana waved a hand dismissively. “Nah, they’re too obvious when they reach for their guns, and they don’t have contacts outside the city. I could stay on the same damn moon and they’d never find me.”
“If you say so,” Rubika said, only half-believing her. Dimana was good, sure—she’d been, as she put it, “relieving rich idiots of their burdens” since she was twelve, and she’d only been caught twice in all that time.
“I do,” Dimana said, with a brief flash of her natural smile. “So, I heard a rumor about a surprise baby? You didn’t look pregnant last time I saw you.”
Rubika rolled her eyes, and laughed. “Hah, I wish.” Not really, but having a reason for a pregnancy scare might be nice. “No, I just got contacted by a dead cousin’s casual girlfriend’s mother. No one knew she was pregnant before he died, but now the mom’s gone and the grandmother doesn’t want responsibility for the kid.”
“I think I’ve run that scam before,” Dimana said thoughtfully. “But I suppose Sanchez ran all the tests he could think of to be sure?”
Rubika nodded. “Yeah.”
“Huh. Wonder if there are any more like her out there.” Dimana shrugged. “I suppose it doesn’t matter. So, you’re still single?”
“I should give you official news first,” Rubika said, more as a token protest than anything—Dimana was probably going to set her up with a blind date that would be a hell of a lot of fun for a few hours then turn into a disaster in the morning. She’d done that the last three times Rubika had met with her.
“You can leave me the downloads to look over later,” Dimana said. “I’m more interested in you.”
Rubika laughed. “You’ve already got someone in mind, don’t you.”
“You’re gonna love him,” Dimana promised.
Because she did take her job seriously, Rubika carefully set a portable drive with the downloads on the deck of cards on the table, then settled in, a glass of Scotch one of Dimana’s guests had abandoned. “All right. Tell me more.”
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Dimana is a lot of fun, yes. ^^
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