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rainbowfic2012-01-14 06:19 pm
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Metallic Gold and Sable
Name: Kitrona
Story: The Agency: Casefiles and Minutia
Title: The Ring of Gyges
Colors: Metallic Gold 6 (tool), Sable 19 (lies)
Supplies and Materials: Stain (“Everything is possible for the person who believes.” - Jesus)
Style: Mosaic
Word Count: 1035
Rating: PG for language
Warnings: None needed, I don't think?
I looked up as the bell over the door rang and in walked trouble.He might as well have had a neon sign over his head: tall, long dark hair, lanky, and with a glint of mischief in his green eyes. “Hawkshaw Agency, how can we help you?” I asked, at the same time he spoke.
“Am I in the right place?”
I wasn't really in the mood to play nice, especially after Gen's antics that morning, but I took a breath and reminded myself that this was potential money. “You are if you were looking for the Hawkshaw Agency. How can we help you?” I repeated. The expression on his face was really irritating, a combination of amusement and annoyance.
He walked over and propped a hip on the edge of my desk. “Well, sweetcheeks, I heard you're good at finding... odd things.”
I closed my eyes and clenched my hands under the desktop in an attempt to control my temper, then opened them both. “I would appreciate it if you would refrain from calling me anything but my name. Yes, we find odd things. How odd are we talking?”
He leaned down and smirked. “Well, sweetheart, I'd use your name, but you never gave it to me.”
I gritted my teeth. “Excuse me. I'm Cathryn Taney. Now, please. How odd is odd in this case?”
Fortunately for my sanity, he leaned back, but the smirk was still there. “Well,” he drawled, “let's say it's quite odd. Mythical, in fact.”
Kiernan walked in and toward his desk, but detoured when he saw the potential client. “Hi there. I'm Kiernan Hayes. And you are...?” He stuck his hand out to shake the man's hand.
I had a moment of satisfaction as the man's expression changed for a bare second before he smiled. “Hello, Kiernan. I'm...,” he hesitated for a second, “Andrew Jones.” He shook Kiernan's hand.
“Well, Mr. Jones,” I cut in, “if you want us to find your mythical object, we'll need more information.” I pulled out a legal pad to make notes on. Kiernan grabbed his own legal pad and pulled up a chair. “You're welcome to sit, as well.” I waved a hand to indicate the two perfectly good chairs he'd passed up in favor of perching on my desk.
“Yes, yes, of course,” he said absently, settling himself into a chair. “Well, you've heard of the Ring of Gyges, yes?”
We both nodded. “It belonged to a shepherd or a king, named Gyges,” I added, “and it conferred invisibility on its wearer.”
“Got it in one,” Jones said with a wink. “Well, it's... missing. Kind of.”
I raised an eyebrow but Ker got the question out faster. “How can something mythical be 'kind of' missing?”
“What's missing?” came from the back of the room, and I actually groaned quietly. Gen and Stella had come in, and of course Gen was getting into things that didn't concern her. Again.
“The Ring of Gyges,” Ker said shortly. “Now hush.” Gen just fluttered her eyelashes at him and wandered toward my desk.
“Ahem. Kiernan has a point.” I was determined to get /some/ information out of this guy. “How can something be 'kind of' missing, even if it is mythical?”
Jones squirmed a little, though he tried to cover it as just shifting position. “Well... how can I explain this? I... I mean, someone... someone was out drinking with Mercury and we... um, /they/... dammit. Ok, here's the deal. He started gambling, I had nothing to do with it, and he bet the ring. He lost. The guys he lost it to sold it, and so we know it still exists, but we don't know where it is. And he blamed /me/. I mean, of all the things! I didn't even gamble, and I only encouraged him a tiny, tiny bit. Infinitesimally small, really. I mean, I didn't actually say anything, even! But now I have to get it back or I'll have a Greek god bitching at me for the rest of fucking /eternity/.”
I glanced at Ker to see what he thought of this ridiculous tale, then back at “Jones”. “Riiiiight.”
“What?” Jones' wounded innocence was almost convincing, even.
“You trekked all the way down here and to this out-of-the-way town...”
“City,” Ker interjected quickly.
“... city, fine. All the way down here to get back this ring, and you had /nothing/ to do with it? I find that hard to believe.” I sat back and crossed my arms, waiting for the next development in this story.
Jones raised an eyebrow right back at me. “You've got a reputation, you know.”
“A reputation.” My voice was flat.
“Well, yes. I mean, I wouldn't want to go to someone who couldn't handle a baby griffyn.”
“Oh, gosh, that's nice, but somehow I don't believe you. Of course, that could be because you've lied to me since the moment you came in.”
He snorted and waved his hand. “I gave you the important bits.”
“Mmm hmm. Then why haven't I written any of them down?” I shot back.
“Because you're stupid?” he asked sweetly.
Kiernan was quick; he grabbed my wrist before I could even pull back to launch across the desk at him. I had to content myself with a verbal reply. “Really? I'm stupid. And yet here /you/ are, asking /me/ for help.”
His reaction didn't help me at all; he started laughing. “Fiery, aren't you? Yes, I am asking for help. For which I will pay. But we're not going to get anywhere if you won't even take down the facts.”
I relaxed and pursed my lips. “Mmmm, yeah, no. From where I'm sitting, your 'facts' sound awfully sketchy. And that's not even going into the part where you implied you're a god.”
Stella came over and put a hand on my shoulder. “Cat, we have to start somewhere.”
“I know, I know,” I grumbled.
Story: The Agency: Casefiles and Minutia
Title: The Ring of Gyges
Colors: Metallic Gold 6 (tool), Sable 19 (lies)
Supplies and Materials: Stain (“Everything is possible for the person who believes.” - Jesus)
Style: Mosaic
Word Count: 1035
Rating: PG for language
Warnings: None needed, I don't think?
I looked up as the bell over the door rang and in walked trouble.He might as well have had a neon sign over his head: tall, long dark hair, lanky, and with a glint of mischief in his green eyes. “Hawkshaw Agency, how can we help you?” I asked, at the same time he spoke.
“Am I in the right place?”
I wasn't really in the mood to play nice, especially after Gen's antics that morning, but I took a breath and reminded myself that this was potential money. “You are if you were looking for the Hawkshaw Agency. How can we help you?” I repeated. The expression on his face was really irritating, a combination of amusement and annoyance.
He walked over and propped a hip on the edge of my desk. “Well, sweetcheeks, I heard you're good at finding... odd things.”
I closed my eyes and clenched my hands under the desktop in an attempt to control my temper, then opened them both. “I would appreciate it if you would refrain from calling me anything but my name. Yes, we find odd things. How odd are we talking?”
He leaned down and smirked. “Well, sweetheart, I'd use your name, but you never gave it to me.”
I gritted my teeth. “Excuse me. I'm Cathryn Taney. Now, please. How odd is odd in this case?”
Fortunately for my sanity, he leaned back, but the smirk was still there. “Well,” he drawled, “let's say it's quite odd. Mythical, in fact.”
Kiernan walked in and toward his desk, but detoured when he saw the potential client. “Hi there. I'm Kiernan Hayes. And you are...?” He stuck his hand out to shake the man's hand.
I had a moment of satisfaction as the man's expression changed for a bare second before he smiled. “Hello, Kiernan. I'm...,” he hesitated for a second, “Andrew Jones.” He shook Kiernan's hand.
“Well, Mr. Jones,” I cut in, “if you want us to find your mythical object, we'll need more information.” I pulled out a legal pad to make notes on. Kiernan grabbed his own legal pad and pulled up a chair. “You're welcome to sit, as well.” I waved a hand to indicate the two perfectly good chairs he'd passed up in favor of perching on my desk.
“Yes, yes, of course,” he said absently, settling himself into a chair. “Well, you've heard of the Ring of Gyges, yes?”
We both nodded. “It belonged to a shepherd or a king, named Gyges,” I added, “and it conferred invisibility on its wearer.”
“Got it in one,” Jones said with a wink. “Well, it's... missing. Kind of.”
I raised an eyebrow but Ker got the question out faster. “How can something mythical be 'kind of' missing?”
“What's missing?” came from the back of the room, and I actually groaned quietly. Gen and Stella had come in, and of course Gen was getting into things that didn't concern her. Again.
“The Ring of Gyges,” Ker said shortly. “Now hush.” Gen just fluttered her eyelashes at him and wandered toward my desk.
“Ahem. Kiernan has a point.” I was determined to get /some/ information out of this guy. “How can something be 'kind of' missing, even if it is mythical?”
Jones squirmed a little, though he tried to cover it as just shifting position. “Well... how can I explain this? I... I mean, someone... someone was out drinking with Mercury and we... um, /they/... dammit. Ok, here's the deal. He started gambling, I had nothing to do with it, and he bet the ring. He lost. The guys he lost it to sold it, and so we know it still exists, but we don't know where it is. And he blamed /me/. I mean, of all the things! I didn't even gamble, and I only encouraged him a tiny, tiny bit. Infinitesimally small, really. I mean, I didn't actually say anything, even! But now I have to get it back or I'll have a Greek god bitching at me for the rest of fucking /eternity/.”
I glanced at Ker to see what he thought of this ridiculous tale, then back at “Jones”. “Riiiiight.”
“What?” Jones' wounded innocence was almost convincing, even.
“You trekked all the way down here and to this out-of-the-way town...”
“City,” Ker interjected quickly.
“... city, fine. All the way down here to get back this ring, and you had /nothing/ to do with it? I find that hard to believe.” I sat back and crossed my arms, waiting for the next development in this story.
Jones raised an eyebrow right back at me. “You've got a reputation, you know.”
“A reputation.” My voice was flat.
“Well, yes. I mean, I wouldn't want to go to someone who couldn't handle a baby griffyn.”
“Oh, gosh, that's nice, but somehow I don't believe you. Of course, that could be because you've lied to me since the moment you came in.”
He snorted and waved his hand. “I gave you the important bits.”
“Mmm hmm. Then why haven't I written any of them down?” I shot back.
“Because you're stupid?” he asked sweetly.
Kiernan was quick; he grabbed my wrist before I could even pull back to launch across the desk at him. I had to content myself with a verbal reply. “Really? I'm stupid. And yet here /you/ are, asking /me/ for help.”
His reaction didn't help me at all; he started laughing. “Fiery, aren't you? Yes, I am asking for help. For which I will pay. But we're not going to get anywhere if you won't even take down the facts.”
I relaxed and pursed my lips. “Mmmm, yeah, no. From where I'm sitting, your 'facts' sound awfully sketchy. And that's not even going into the part where you implied you're a god.”
Stella came over and put a hand on my shoulder. “Cat, we have to start somewhere.”
“I know, I know,” I grumbled.