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rainbowfic2015-06-30 08:20 pm
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Octarine 13: The Archivist
Author: Kat
Title: The Archivist
Story: Jealous of Roses
Colors: Octarine 13 (I hope we are not going to have any of this 'foul fiend' business again.)
Supplies and Materials: Collage (with permission from the lovely shipwreck_light), eraser, graffiti (self-insert), oils (vintage stuff!), fabric (shadows and reflections), fingerpainting (first person)
Word Count: 434
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ambra used to throw things at me.
Warnings: none.
Notes: none.
Ambra used to throw things at me.
I don't particularly have a problem with this, because Ambra never actually hit me with anything when she damn well could have, because I have the reflexes of a slug. And I can understand why courtiers wouldn't be eager to see me. Knowledge retention systems are all very well and good when one isn't dealing with a group of people who keep secrets for a living.
Not very well, it must be said.
Of course, it's me they're not keeping the secrets to, and I'm not at all a danger. I'm a librarian. Well. I'm the archivist, which isn't exactly the same thing; a librarian must dedicate themself to freedom of information, and the archivist, at least here, does exactly the opposite. Sort of.
Look, I can't tell you what I do exactly. Just know that it involves talking to courtiers and making them talk to me. It's not the easiest job in the world, but at least my particular lord frowns on anyone causing permanent damage. To me. I don't know how she feels about permanent damage to her other courtiers. I would guess negatively, but I don't talk to her much. She uses my services; I don't use hers.
Anyway.
Ambra never really would talk to me. I could pry a few details out of her once she'd missed my head with some shoes or whatever was close at hand, but they weren't much. Seine was kind of the same way, though he was more polite about the whole thing. So I don't have much of them in the archives. Nowhere near what I've got on Siebenkas, and Nene fills several books. Even Roa has more than those two. Which reminds me, I've got to corner her sometime. There's things going on and I need the details.
Yes, okay, obviously there's a lot of gossip to my job. I prefer to call it oral history. And it's nice to have a job where I'm encouraged to be nosy.
I have a few recordings of Ambra talking. A few more of Seine playing. Ethically speaking I still have to get permission to record my subjects, so, well. As I said, I don't have much.
But it's a memory, isn't it. Something left behind. Pieces of people, still alive long after they're gone.
I'm the archivist, all right, I'm allowed to romanticize it all I want. Anyway.
Ambra used to throw things at me, and somewhere I've got a recording of that, so somewhere, she's still throwing things at me.
And that's why I love my job.
Title: The Archivist
Story: Jealous of Roses
Colors: Octarine 13 (I hope we are not going to have any of this 'foul fiend' business again.)
Supplies and Materials: Collage (with permission from the lovely shipwreck_light), eraser, graffiti (self-insert), oils (vintage stuff!), fabric (shadows and reflections), fingerpainting (first person)
Word Count: 434
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ambra used to throw things at me.
Warnings: none.
Notes: none.
Ambra used to throw things at me.
I don't particularly have a problem with this, because Ambra never actually hit me with anything when she damn well could have, because I have the reflexes of a slug. And I can understand why courtiers wouldn't be eager to see me. Knowledge retention systems are all very well and good when one isn't dealing with a group of people who keep secrets for a living.
Not very well, it must be said.
Of course, it's me they're not keeping the secrets to, and I'm not at all a danger. I'm a librarian. Well. I'm the archivist, which isn't exactly the same thing; a librarian must dedicate themself to freedom of information, and the archivist, at least here, does exactly the opposite. Sort of.
Look, I can't tell you what I do exactly. Just know that it involves talking to courtiers and making them talk to me. It's not the easiest job in the world, but at least my particular lord frowns on anyone causing permanent damage. To me. I don't know how she feels about permanent damage to her other courtiers. I would guess negatively, but I don't talk to her much. She uses my services; I don't use hers.
Anyway.
Ambra never really would talk to me. I could pry a few details out of her once she'd missed my head with some shoes or whatever was close at hand, but they weren't much. Seine was kind of the same way, though he was more polite about the whole thing. So I don't have much of them in the archives. Nowhere near what I've got on Siebenkas, and Nene fills several books. Even Roa has more than those two. Which reminds me, I've got to corner her sometime. There's things going on and I need the details.
Yes, okay, obviously there's a lot of gossip to my job. I prefer to call it oral history. And it's nice to have a job where I'm encouraged to be nosy.
I have a few recordings of Ambra talking. A few more of Seine playing. Ethically speaking I still have to get permission to record my subjects, so, well. As I said, I don't have much.
But it's a memory, isn't it. Something left behind. Pieces of people, still alive long after they're gone.
I'm the archivist, all right, I'm allowed to romanticize it all I want. Anyway.
Ambra used to throw things at me, and somewhere I've got a recording of that, so somewhere, she's still throwing things at me.
And that's why I love my job.
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