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rainbowfic2013-02-02 12:29 am
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Wasabi #10, Snow White #13, Iceberg #9
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Knight Takes Queen
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Wasabi #10. Pride, envy, avarice - these are the sparks have set on fire the hearts of all men. (Kellom, becoming.), Snow White #13. crane wife, Iceberg #9. wrap up well
Supplies and Materials: eraser (in SPACE AU), stickers (It is possible to win a game of chess in just two moves.), feathers, charcoal, pastels (my current gen + romance card G1 "beliefs"), novelty beads, yarn, glitter, glue ("Your problems won't be solved overnight, but they may be much easier to handle now if you take a lighthearted approach.")
Word Count: 548
Rating: R
Characters: Kellom, Kesshare
Warnings: Kellom and Kesshare, kidnapping, character death
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place in an alternate...we'll say 989 FY.
Kesshare woke in a small, rectangular locked room--a solitary-confinement prison cell it looked like. On top of that, she had been bound. Clever captors, whoever they were. Her arm, where the dart had hit her, had been bandaged. So they likely wanted her alive.
There was no sign of Ineku. More sensible still, if they assumed she'd wait until she found him before escaping.
The door outside rattled, and she settled herself as calmly and with as much dignity as possible, given her restraints. Those would have to be removed as soon as possible.
Kellom Nathanson entered her cell.
...fascinating.
Though, as he was unmasked, she would have to revise her assessment on whether or not they wanted her alive. Likely, she would be executed publicly--given Kellom's politics, by a Purist splinter group. Odd. She would never have figured the President's straight-laced son for a terrorist.
"Good morning," she said.
He blinked, then shook his head. "Closer to evening, Madam Speaker."
"I see."
"So," she said, when he didn't go on. "You have me now. What is your next move?"
He grimaced faintly. "That's not..." He sighed. "I have unfortunate news for you."
She looked down at her bound wrists, then back up at the boy, staring him right in the eye.
To his credit, he didn't flush or break her gaze. "Your capture did not go according to plan. Your husband...he was supposed to be left alone."
Ah. A pity. The children would take it hard. "So he's dead, then?"
Kellom stared at her in utter disbelief. "You don't seem to care."
Kesshare laughed. "Should I pretend to? Would that please you? It hardly matters at this point. Either you will kill me or I will escape. Your opinion of my caring, or lack thereof, cannot affect my prospects."
The boy's hands shifted, reaching for his gun, then he took a deep breath and visibly forced him away.
Fascinating.
"So tell me, Kellom," she said, conversationally. "Is your father financing your group?"
He looked away at that. "No. Father doesn't..." He cut himself off.
"So he's not Purist enough for you."
"It's not about Purism," Kellom snapped. "It's about defending ourselves. Father is too passive, against internal threats as well as Aliens."
So, not a Purist splinter group. Not exactly. Ultra-nationalist, perhaps, would be better. He likely had funding and a high-placed civilian operative on the other end of the political spectrum. If he hadn't killed her yet--if he was stopping himself from doing so--then he had plans for her in the meantime. It wouldn't be too difficult to find out his partner, not with him as easy to needle as he was. It would certainly stave off boredom.
"I see," she said, then arched an eyebrow. "If you've nothing else to say to me, Kellom, I'd appreciate my privacy. My husband was just murdered, after all."
He almost went for his gun again. "You may not have a soul, Madam Speaker," he said softly, "but please do not mock those of us who do." But he turned on his heel and left the room.
She let her laughter chase him until the door slammed shut.
Oh, yes. This would be a profitable little detour, loss of Ineku notwithstanding. Once she escaped, she would be unstoppable.
Story: Knight Takes Queen
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Wasabi #10. Pride, envy, avarice - these are the sparks have set on fire the hearts of all men. (Kellom, becoming.), Snow White #13. crane wife, Iceberg #9. wrap up well
Supplies and Materials: eraser (in SPACE AU), stickers (It is possible to win a game of chess in just two moves.), feathers, charcoal, pastels (my current gen + romance card G1 "beliefs"), novelty beads, yarn, glitter, glue ("Your problems won't be solved overnight, but they may be much easier to handle now if you take a lighthearted approach.")
Word Count: 548
Rating: R
Characters: Kellom, Kesshare
Warnings: Kellom and Kesshare, kidnapping, character death
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place in an alternate...we'll say 989 FY.
Kesshare woke in a small, rectangular locked room--a solitary-confinement prison cell it looked like. On top of that, she had been bound. Clever captors, whoever they were. Her arm, where the dart had hit her, had been bandaged. So they likely wanted her alive.
There was no sign of Ineku. More sensible still, if they assumed she'd wait until she found him before escaping.
The door outside rattled, and she settled herself as calmly and with as much dignity as possible, given her restraints. Those would have to be removed as soon as possible.
Kellom Nathanson entered her cell.
...fascinating.
Though, as he was unmasked, she would have to revise her assessment on whether or not they wanted her alive. Likely, she would be executed publicly--given Kellom's politics, by a Purist splinter group. Odd. She would never have figured the President's straight-laced son for a terrorist.
"Good morning," she said.
He blinked, then shook his head. "Closer to evening, Madam Speaker."
"I see."
"So," she said, when he didn't go on. "You have me now. What is your next move?"
He grimaced faintly. "That's not..." He sighed. "I have unfortunate news for you."
She looked down at her bound wrists, then back up at the boy, staring him right in the eye.
To his credit, he didn't flush or break her gaze. "Your capture did not go according to plan. Your husband...he was supposed to be left alone."
Ah. A pity. The children would take it hard. "So he's dead, then?"
Kellom stared at her in utter disbelief. "You don't seem to care."
Kesshare laughed. "Should I pretend to? Would that please you? It hardly matters at this point. Either you will kill me or I will escape. Your opinion of my caring, or lack thereof, cannot affect my prospects."
The boy's hands shifted, reaching for his gun, then he took a deep breath and visibly forced him away.
Fascinating.
"So tell me, Kellom," she said, conversationally. "Is your father financing your group?"
He looked away at that. "No. Father doesn't..." He cut himself off.
"So he's not Purist enough for you."
"It's not about Purism," Kellom snapped. "It's about defending ourselves. Father is too passive, against internal threats as well as Aliens."
So, not a Purist splinter group. Not exactly. Ultra-nationalist, perhaps, would be better. He likely had funding and a high-placed civilian operative on the other end of the political spectrum. If he hadn't killed her yet--if he was stopping himself from doing so--then he had plans for her in the meantime. It wouldn't be too difficult to find out his partner, not with him as easy to needle as he was. It would certainly stave off boredom.
"I see," she said, then arched an eyebrow. "If you've nothing else to say to me, Kellom, I'd appreciate my privacy. My husband was just murdered, after all."
He almost went for his gun again. "You may not have a soul, Madam Speaker," he said softly, "but please do not mock those of us who do." But he turned on his heel and left the room.
She let her laughter chase him until the door slammed shut.
Oh, yes. This would be a profitable little detour, loss of Ineku notwithstanding. Once she escaped, she would be unstoppable.
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