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rainbowfic2012-11-13 12:23 am
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2012-11-13 12:23 am
Entry tags:
- author: shadowsong26 supreme whumpmaster,
- color: blood red,
- color: bone,
- color: gunmetal,
- story: feredar,
- style: photography,
- supply: beading wire,
- supply: chalk,
- supply: charcoal,
- supply: fabric,
- supply: glue,
- supply: modeling clay,
- supply: novelty beads,
- supply: oils,
- supply: pastels,
- supply: stain
Bone #13, Blood Red #4, Gunmetal #13
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Impact
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Bone #13. scattered remains, Blood Red #4. duel, Gunmetal #13. Mace
Supplies and Materials: photography, oils, stain, fabric, modeling clay, charcoal, pastels (my current GRK card B4 "unwelcome guest"), chalk, seed beads, novelty beads (abstain), beading wire, glue ("...subtle disturbances can easily build into destructive waves.")
Word Count: 366
Rating: R
Characters: Rema
Warnings: References to enslavement, planned torture, fanaticism.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Could I have a Blood Red color tag, please?
There was nothing more infuriating, Rema decided, than having the perfect tool at her fingertips and being unable to actually do anything with him.
She skimmed the report from her sleeper-handler agent one more time. That the boy who had been arrested in the market and brought to him that afternoon was Prince Isshiri of the City of Glass was beyond any doubt. That the boy would get himself killed was nearly as certain. Rema was more or less positive that he hadn't been thinking at all when he'd outed himself. A dragon?
Unfortunately, the more she thought about it, the clearer it was to her that she could not allow the boy to be killed. Were Nida still alive--and speaking to her--that might be an option. Nida had the resources and the rank to make sure the boy's death did not equal his disappearance. Rema needed the boy to remain in the public eye, so to speak, so word could reach King Amassa. Feredar needed an invasion, not the paltry raids on the borders from Islander captains, stealing mages away to freedom.
Nor could she tell Sorell about the boy. Rema's brother-in-law, unfortunately, was no fool. He would see just as much as Rema exactly how important the boy's presence here in the city was. He would use that leverage in exactly the wrong way. If Kellom were on the throne, his blind hatred might be enough to make him ignore the politics of the situation.
Of course, if Kellom were on the throne, it would likely be too late for the kind of intervention King Amassa could provide.
Rema considered further as she put the report to her candle and sifted through the ashes. As much as she disliked the idea, as much as his death would leave the greater impact, she would have to facilitate the boy's escape.
But not yet. No, he needed a story to tell, when he left.
She smiled slightly, and picked through her Movement code-book to today's cipher, then began a letter to her sleeper-handler. If she couldn't bring the wrath of the world down with the boy's death, she would bring it through a living hell instead.
Story: Impact
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Bone #13. scattered remains, Blood Red #4. duel, Gunmetal #13. Mace
Supplies and Materials: photography, oils, stain, fabric, modeling clay, charcoal, pastels (my current GRK card B4 "unwelcome guest"), chalk, seed beads, novelty beads (abstain), beading wire, glue ("...subtle disturbances can easily build into destructive waves.")
Word Count: 366
Rating: R
Characters: Rema
Warnings: References to enslavement, planned torture, fanaticism.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Could I have a Blood Red color tag, please?
There was nothing more infuriating, Rema decided, than having the perfect tool at her fingertips and being unable to actually do anything with him.
She skimmed the report from her sleeper-handler agent one more time. That the boy who had been arrested in the market and brought to him that afternoon was Prince Isshiri of the City of Glass was beyond any doubt. That the boy would get himself killed was nearly as certain. Rema was more or less positive that he hadn't been thinking at all when he'd outed himself. A dragon?
Unfortunately, the more she thought about it, the clearer it was to her that she could not allow the boy to be killed. Were Nida still alive--and speaking to her--that might be an option. Nida had the resources and the rank to make sure the boy's death did not equal his disappearance. Rema needed the boy to remain in the public eye, so to speak, so word could reach King Amassa. Feredar needed an invasion, not the paltry raids on the borders from Islander captains, stealing mages away to freedom.
Nor could she tell Sorell about the boy. Rema's brother-in-law, unfortunately, was no fool. He would see just as much as Rema exactly how important the boy's presence here in the city was. He would use that leverage in exactly the wrong way. If Kellom were on the throne, his blind hatred might be enough to make him ignore the politics of the situation.
Of course, if Kellom were on the throne, it would likely be too late for the kind of intervention King Amassa could provide.
Rema considered further as she put the report to her candle and sifted through the ashes. As much as she disliked the idea, as much as his death would leave the greater impact, she would have to facilitate the boy's escape.
But not yet. No, he needed a story to tell, when he left.
She smiled slightly, and picked through her Movement code-book to today's cipher, then began a letter to her sleeper-handler. If she couldn't bring the wrath of the world down with the boy's death, she would bring it through a living hell instead.
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Yeah, cynical + idealistic is a lot of what at least Rema's brand of fanaticism is really about.
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And Jesus, Rema, grow a soul! Yeesh.
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Seriously. Yeah.