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rainbowfic2013-09-19 01:06 pm
auguris) wrote in rainbowfic2013-09-19 01:06 pm
Transparent 5, Summertime Blues 7
Name: auguris
'verse: Ghost Sight
Story: Not Good Enough
Colors: Transparent 5. Blown away, Summertime Blues 7. Unfulfilled
Supplies and Styles: Pastels: question(s), Canvas
Word Count: 916
Rating: R
Warnings: None.
Summary: Mitchell leaves the Assembly. Tamsin isn't happy. Concrit welcome.
Mitchell strode into Liam Furaug's office, evading the Warden at the door. The High Speaker looked up from his desk, wrinkled brow raised.
"Adept Pathing--"
Mitchell slammed the silver triskele medallion on the desk. "Why? Don't touch me!" He shoved against the Warden; she twisted his arm behind his back and slapped him with a working that kept him still.
Furaug put up a hand. "It's all right, Kara." He picked up the medallion while Kara stepped back, muttering a warning to Mitchell. "Where did you find this?"
"In the trunk of my mother's car," Mitchell ground out, rubbing his shoulder. "I already had an indie Enchanter look it over, I know what it's for, I know that's the Court symbol so don't bullshit me, just tell me why!"
The High Speaker peered at him over the medallion. "Her Lady's Court concluded that the danger Master Pathing's research would bring the the wizarding population outweighed the benefit." He placed the medallion back on the desk, the soft clang sounding over them.
"That's it?" Mitchell curled his fingers to hide their shaking. "You didn't like her research so you killed her?"
"I was merely informed of the decision," Furaug said, indicating the empty seat in front of his desk. "Please, sit."
Mitchell shook his head. "You killed my mother and you want to have a chat? You want--" He backed away. "What can you possibly say?"
"Adept Pathing," Furaug said over steepled fingers. "Mitchell. There are certain truths--"
"Do not start in on--"
"--that must be upheld by us all. Identities, one might say. The humans see a wizard as a shackled prodigy, and this is how we survive. Emeris himself--"
"Emeris blind you!" In the silence following Furaug's sharp intake of breath, Mitchell removed his Adept ring. The quiet enchantment hummed against his skin and he stopped, lip quivering.
No. He had made his decision. This was only confirmation, a desperate failed stop-gap. We made a mistake, the High Speaker may have said, or we have proof she was a Follower of Morgause, or she was a secret axe-murderer but he hadn't. Her research wasn't a reason, it was a political excuse. Not good enough.
He tossed his ring onto the desk. "I'm done. With you, with the Circle, with the Assembly as a whole. My mother was loyal to you her entire life and this is how you rewarded her. I'll make my own way."
*
Tamsin sat waiting for him, barely contained magic burning across her skin. Mitchell took his place across the table, hands folded in front of him.
"That was quick," he said.
"Have you lost your mind?" Tamsin slammed her palm against the table. "You storm into the High Speaker's office and throw your ring at him? Over 'political disagreements' whatever the hells that's supposed to mean!"
Whoever had given her the news didn't have the whole story. "Tam--"
"Don't you know what's going to happen now? You're not some generic know-nothing wizard, Mitchell, you're a Ghost-- screw it, you're a Necromancer, they're not going to let you just wander around Krixos!" Mitchell started at her word-choice. "They're going to think you're off to join the Followers! You're... you're not, are you?"
"Of course not," he scoffed. "Do I look like a homicidal cultist?"
Tam threw up her hands. "I don't know, Mitch, do you? I don't understand this at all. Is it because of Mom? Her death has been fully investigated, I oversaw the whole thing with Galfrede yelling up my asshole the whole damn time. It was just an accident."
Her voice broke on that word -- accident. His sister Tam, Tamsin, Tammy, made of steelfire and heartstone. The third wizarding cop in Krixos history, only her captain and her partner before her -- the latter by mere seconds. Firestarters were trouble, everyone knew that -- she was the only one in Krixos. She hadn't even been Apprenticed. She had the same generic training that every Talentless wizard received. She didn't get a ring.
"It's not about Mom," he said, his stomach churning. The Court might come after him -- at the very least they would watch him. His movements would be recorded, his mistakes catalogued. "Not directly. I've never liked the way the Assembly treats Seers." Krixos University had given him a free ride -- a wizard! in human school! -- and it wasn't the best school in the region but he didn't plan on leaving the city-state. The Dean had personally welcomed him to the school. They wouldn't care that he'd left the Assembly -- they wouldn't even notice.
"With Mom gone, I guess it was all just too much for me." What would Tamsin do, without the badge? They wouldn't keep her on if she left the Assembly. And if the Court was going to watch him, her, well -- a Firestarter, roaming Krixos unfettered? Lady's sake they'd throw her right in jail. Or run her out. Even if they didn't, what could she do? Mall security? "So it is political disagreement, I guess." He shrugged. "And I didn't throw my ring at him, that's ridiculous."
Tamsin stared at him, head in her hands. "That's it?" she said, and Mitchell nearly laughed. "That's not good enough, Mitchell." She stood, shaking her head as she left the room.
"I'm sorry," he said to the empty kitchen.
auguris'verse: Ghost Sight
Story: Not Good Enough
Colors: Transparent 5. Blown away, Summertime Blues 7. Unfulfilled
Supplies and Styles: Pastels: question(s), Canvas
Word Count: 916
Rating: R
Warnings: None.
Summary: Mitchell leaves the Assembly. Tamsin isn't happy. Concrit welcome.
Mitchell strode into Liam Furaug's office, evading the Warden at the door. The High Speaker looked up from his desk, wrinkled brow raised.
"Adept Pathing--"
Mitchell slammed the silver triskele medallion on the desk. "Why? Don't touch me!" He shoved against the Warden; she twisted his arm behind his back and slapped him with a working that kept him still.
Furaug put up a hand. "It's all right, Kara." He picked up the medallion while Kara stepped back, muttering a warning to Mitchell. "Where did you find this?"
"In the trunk of my mother's car," Mitchell ground out, rubbing his shoulder. "I already had an indie Enchanter look it over, I know what it's for, I know that's the Court symbol so don't bullshit me, just tell me why!"
The High Speaker peered at him over the medallion. "Her Lady's Court concluded that the danger Master Pathing's research would bring the the wizarding population outweighed the benefit." He placed the medallion back on the desk, the soft clang sounding over them.
"That's it?" Mitchell curled his fingers to hide their shaking. "You didn't like her research so you killed her?"
"I was merely informed of the decision," Furaug said, indicating the empty seat in front of his desk. "Please, sit."
Mitchell shook his head. "You killed my mother and you want to have a chat? You want--" He backed away. "What can you possibly say?"
"Adept Pathing," Furaug said over steepled fingers. "Mitchell. There are certain truths--"
"Do not start in on--"
"--that must be upheld by us all. Identities, one might say. The humans see a wizard as a shackled prodigy, and this is how we survive. Emeris himself--"
"Emeris blind you!" In the silence following Furaug's sharp intake of breath, Mitchell removed his Adept ring. The quiet enchantment hummed against his skin and he stopped, lip quivering.
No. He had made his decision. This was only confirmation, a desperate failed stop-gap. We made a mistake, the High Speaker may have said, or we have proof she was a Follower of Morgause, or she was a secret axe-murderer but he hadn't. Her research wasn't a reason, it was a political excuse. Not good enough.
He tossed his ring onto the desk. "I'm done. With you, with the Circle, with the Assembly as a whole. My mother was loyal to you her entire life and this is how you rewarded her. I'll make my own way."
*
Tamsin sat waiting for him, barely contained magic burning across her skin. Mitchell took his place across the table, hands folded in front of him.
"That was quick," he said.
"Have you lost your mind?" Tamsin slammed her palm against the table. "You storm into the High Speaker's office and throw your ring at him? Over 'political disagreements' whatever the hells that's supposed to mean!"
Whoever had given her the news didn't have the whole story. "Tam--"
"Don't you know what's going to happen now? You're not some generic know-nothing wizard, Mitchell, you're a Ghost-- screw it, you're a Necromancer, they're not going to let you just wander around Krixos!" Mitchell started at her word-choice. "They're going to think you're off to join the Followers! You're... you're not, are you?"
"Of course not," he scoffed. "Do I look like a homicidal cultist?"
Tam threw up her hands. "I don't know, Mitch, do you? I don't understand this at all. Is it because of Mom? Her death has been fully investigated, I oversaw the whole thing with Galfrede yelling up my asshole the whole damn time. It was just an accident."
Her voice broke on that word -- accident. His sister Tam, Tamsin, Tammy, made of steelfire and heartstone. The third wizarding cop in Krixos history, only her captain and her partner before her -- the latter by mere seconds. Firestarters were trouble, everyone knew that -- she was the only one in Krixos. She hadn't even been Apprenticed. She had the same generic training that every Talentless wizard received. She didn't get a ring.
"It's not about Mom," he said, his stomach churning. The Court might come after him -- at the very least they would watch him. His movements would be recorded, his mistakes catalogued. "Not directly. I've never liked the way the Assembly treats Seers." Krixos University had given him a free ride -- a wizard! in human school! -- and it wasn't the best school in the region but he didn't plan on leaving the city-state. The Dean had personally welcomed him to the school. They wouldn't care that he'd left the Assembly -- they wouldn't even notice.
"With Mom gone, I guess it was all just too much for me." What would Tamsin do, without the badge? They wouldn't keep her on if she left the Assembly. And if the Court was going to watch him, her, well -- a Firestarter, roaming Krixos unfettered? Lady's sake they'd throw her right in jail. Or run her out. Even if they didn't, what could she do? Mall security? "So it is political disagreement, I guess." He shrugged. "And I didn't throw my ring at him, that's ridiculous."
Tamsin stared at him, head in her hands. "That's it?" she said, and Mitchell nearly laughed. "That's not good enough, Mitchell." She stood, shaking her head as she left the room.
"I'm sorry," he said to the empty kitchen.
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This is heartbreaking.