a labyrinth fae
Conservative Cat
a labyrinth fae
Conservative Cat
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Aug 2013
THE STEAMPUNK TIMELORD
"Now that's odd" Tea hummed, leaning over the controls of her TARDIS. Everything around her was strangely to her queer tastes. Gears were exposed and everything took on the doctor's steampunk persona. She narrowed hazel eyes at the monitor that was picking up something that had no right to exist. She was the last one. Tea had accepted that long ago. It was lonely going, but she still did her job. She never picked up companions either, she learned the hard way that they wither and die, while she was reborn. Instead of torturing herself, she just lived with her trusty TARDIS. Sure, she made friends with the aliens she bumped into ( as well as enemies ). The doctor was on her third regeneration at 866 years and she was still getting used to the quirky brunette form. She rather liked it more than the last, crazy, curly blonde haired middle aged woman. But the craziness was still there. Her young face could barely disguise it.
What she saw was another TARDIS... well, not physically. Her own TARDIS was picking up the signal. Hope blossomed in her chest, but she quickly swept it away. It's probably nothing, just... just... there was no other logical explanation unless her own TARDIS was broken. But that would never happen. Tea was much too tedious with her repairs. The gears and steampunk theme wasn't just for her personal preference. She had a terrific mechanic's hand. It had to be another TARDIS and where there was a TARDIS there was a Timelord. But I am the last one... I have been for a while now. How am I just picking this up now? she wondered, pulling levers, pushing buttons, and turning dials. "How, how, how?" her voice became louder and shriller as she tracked the signal and locked onto it, breaking off into maniacal laughter. "The vinvocci? What are my favorite cactus heads up to?" she whistled, realizing which planet the other TARDIS had landed on. "Ah, well I wanted to get a little sun anyways," she commented to no one in specific.
Oddly enough, her TARDIS sensed something else that really didn't pique Tea's interest. There was something wrong on the planet, but that would be figured out after she discovered what this other signal was. Her ship slowly blinked into a dark room. It was an oblong rectangular TARDIS in the shape of a wooden shipping crate. It stood vertically, although the arrow that was meant to point up was inverted with the words "this way up". In many places, the box simply fit in and it wasn't poked around. It was just silly, which made the doctor like it more. Tea didn't even really wait for her TARDIS to finish landing. She was already running out the door, nearly forgetting her sonic screwdriver on the way. "Should I bring a hydraulic pistol? I should, but... ehhhhh," she left it behind and bolted. The room was quite gloomy, but in the corner she could make out something that clearly did not belong there. A grandfather clock. There has to be a Timelord. There just has to be. That's a TARDIS!
"RED ALERT! RED ALERT! UNAUTHORIZED PRESENCE IN SECTION 12B!" Doctor Tea turned up her head and glanced around. "Where? Where-... Oh, it's me," she said as the spiky green people came in. Before they could even speak she rushed up to them. "I am the Doctor Tea. Another Timelord just arrived, where are they?" she demanded, clutching the front of the soldier's uniform. The soldier was clearly taken aback, especially when she grabbed him. "Er, this way..." She released him, certain now that she was about to meet a fellow Timelord, when she believed she was alone in the universe. "Captain we've got... another Timelord coming in to meet you..." the soldier said thru some sort of communication module. Tea was barely paying attention. She was in her own little world, filled to the brim with euphoria.
Finally they reached outside the room which Tea had a feeling the other Timelord was in. "Inside is our captain and the-" the soldier began, probably meaning to tell her something important. The doctor didn't listen and instead pushed past him and wiggled her way into the room. Her eyes surveyed the area, finding a petite woman and a large vinvocci that was probably the captain. It was the man her eyes fastened to, her mouth drying. The moisture instead went to her eyes when she saw him. "It's true! I thought I was mad... and though I am, in a good way I suppose, it's true!" she cried, ignoring whatever problem was at hand as she rushed over to the other Timelord and swamped him in a hug.
a labyrinth fae
Conservative Cat
Quote:
Aug 2013
Just one wish. Looking up at those starry, open skies, you knew Jirachi was up there and you always wished he would grant your wish, but deep down you knew he wouldn't. You knew that you were no one special and that Jirachi wouldn't waste his power on you. But you could hope and that hope was something that Mimzy had desperately clung to for so long. She had already been teased enough because of her red hair. Red hair belonged to witches and so Mimzy was deemed a witch the moment the other children began to understand what one was. That wasn't to say that Mimzy was ever lonely. No, she had her pokemon friends right beside her. Pokemon were much nicer than people. Mim had always attracted pokemon of all kinds. She didn't know why, but she was happy that she did. They were the ones who added depth to her life. Murkrow & Togekiss, the best lifetime companions she could have asked for.
Meeting Murkrow had been more of an amusing story than meeting Togepi. The crow pokemon had been caught stealing jewelry right off of many of the village women. The men of the village were contemplating taking their Mightyena to get rid of the bird. However, when Mim heard them, she knew that the wolf-pokemon wouldn't spare the bird and it was likely the poor thing would be ripped to shreds for simply wanting pretty things. So Mimzy went out of her way to find and warn the pokemon, who had a hoard of silver, beads, and other jewelry stashed away in his nest. She had told him that if he returned it, she would find pretty things for him to keep where he wouldn't get in trouble and she'd have a nice warm home to keep him in. As odd as it all sounds, the pokemon understood Mim and the jewelry was returned and Murkrow went into her care. The arrival of the new dark pokemon only fueled the teasing more about Mim being a witch.
Every night, Mim and Murkrow would look up at the sky. When she spoke to him, or any pokemon for that matter, he understood her completely. She told him to make a wish to Jirachi and one day it might come true. Mimzy's wish had always been to be powerful and all knowing. She didn't want to be a witch, but she wanted abilities beyond what anyone could imagine. She wanted to make the other children wish they were her.
It was ironic. All that time, Mimzy had had power, she just hadn't known. Her uncanny connection to pokemon was not at all average. Her words were comprehended as if she were speaking the same language and as she grew, she learned to understand pokemon as well. But everything spiraled out of control when she turned 13, the coming of age. While she officially became a woman that day, the age of 13 almost marks an important year for those who possess magic. It's the day of release, when your power finally is completely yours. It all happened so abruptly that Mimzy though Jirachi had granted her wish for power.
But it hurt. She became extra sensitive to everything around her. When men cut down trees, she could feel it, the pain of the dying oak. And it was terrible.She didn't know how to turn it off or make it stop. It was then that magic seemed like a curse rather than a gift.
Mimzy might have gone mad if not for the old, primordial man who came to her valley village and coveted her away. She couldn't quite remember how she ended up far underground in the caverns, but it was there that she became the wizard's apprentice. She learned of his true name and greatness later, but he hadn't been the type who wanted her to bow down and call him "oh great wizard", which had been nice. It was like living with an uncle or grandfather. She ended up calling the magnificent wizard Gruncle for the relationship that formed between them. She was awed by his knowledge and power and wondered why he would ever choose someone like her.
"Your gift is a unique one and when you master it, you might be as great as I," he had once told her. He didn't have the same kind of magic as hers. Mimzy could communicate and connect with pokemon, almost any pokemon. She was also deeply in tune with the nature and land around her. It was as if she were born of the trees, roots, grass, and dirt and that was why pokemon liked her. Because she was earthy and familiar. With her connection with nature, Mimzy developed her healing magic, which was much stronger than any offensive spell she could whip up. Her offensive spells were limited and weak. Gruncle always told her she had to work on it, but Mimzy was too busy mastering her healing. She could only do one thing at a time!
"Eh, eh, eh!" Mimzy clicked as she swung the wooden spoon at Murkrow, chasing him away from the cooking stew. "It's not ready yet. No tasting before it's done!" she chastened with a scowl as she wiped her brow, smearing the back of her hand on her smock afterward. Murkrow cackled at her and floated over toward the perches that had been made for him and Togekiss. The large, white, owl-like pokemon ruffled its feathers and brought weary brown eyes over to her friend. Her posture told him to buzz off. Murkrow let out a loud, obnoxious caw in response. "Oh, stop it you two!" she snapped, before the two lunged at each other and began tussling. But her order wasn't heard and Togekiss's feathers flipped upwards, a hissing crow escaped her throat in anger. Murkrow waved his tail feathers at her as a taunt.
The white pokemon threw herself at the darker one. They were both knocked off the perch and fell to the ground, rolling around as they fought. "I thought I-" Mim started, waving the spoon, when she felt something strange. The balance of the cave was unsettled. She had been distracted before, but now she felt it because something had eaten a mushroom. As pretty as they were, they caused Alice-in-Wonderland-like hallucinations. Both Murkrow and Togekiss knew not to eat them unless they wanted to get really sick. Smaller pokemon could even die from eating them. She drew a deep, slow breath. Her two pokemon stopped fighting as they sensed her probing the area with her magic. "Someone is here..." she muttered. But who would be down there? Gruncle had said he had business to attend to and had been missing for some weeks. It was typical wizard business and it had happened a couple of times before, so Mim never worried.
"Togekiss, put out that fire, quick. Someone ate a mushroom, we better go see how they're faring and what they're doing in Gruncle's caves. They better have a damn good explanation," Mim huffed as she wiped her hands on the smock again before untying it and placing it on the hook. She had a light blue tunic on over a pair of fitted cream trousers, which she had tucked into knee high black leather boots. She turned and reached for her dark blue cloak, throwing it around her shoulders. Last was her hat, which had two heavy Skarmory feathers sewn to the side. The hat was very witchy, but Mim had come to love the way the point slouched back. She put it on her head, scooping up her short staff.
Togekiss opened her wings and with a large gust, blew out the fire. Murkrow flew over and landed on Mim's shoulder, finding a comfortable perch. Togekiss hopped across the ground before taking flight as Mimzy opened the door. She soared up into the cavern and went ahead. She found the pair before Mim did. Mimzy held her staff us, the crystal set into it glowing keenly with a teal brilliance. A man and a spinda... she heard Togekiss report. He has armor on... she added. That could only mean one thing. A knight of some sort had come down in search of Gruncle. In the distance, Mim could see the silhouettes of two figures against the light of the mushrooms. "Hullo? What is you busi-" she noticed the strange way the Spinda was walking. "He's the one who ate the mushroom, isn't he?" she grimaced, stepping up.
a labyrinth fae
Conservative Cat
Quote:
Feb 2014
- dreaming about ↖﹙providence﹚`✶
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xxxxxxxxxxx（✶） WE WERE MEANT TO LIVE FOR SO MUCH MORE
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxSOMEWHERE ￤》 WE ` LIVE ´ — INSIDE !
The sky had darkened and the ritual had been completed the night before. It didn't change the fact that the darkspawn were coming. Aeowing could feel them, but not because she was a mage. No, she was also a grey warden, even if just fresh out of recruitment. However, instead of being down below with the thousands of other men and women, she was striding atop Ostagar from the fort. She had one mission and that was to light the beacon to inform the backup that assistance was needed. It was a simple and pitiful task that merited no honor, but the Circle raised mage understood the importance of order and following directions. The templars had kept a tight enough grip on her and the others that being a warden... it was so much more freedom than she had ever been permitted. Sometimes she wondered what it might have been like to grow up as one of the Dalish, but the shadow that was the Fade reminded her that there was danger in not being trained to learn how to control it and learn to resist the temptation of demons. It was only shortly ago that she ran into problems at the Circle due to a friend, who she could not longer call a friend.
He had been in love with a priestess, which was against the rules. Even though she had the chance to sell him out, she had known him for so long... It didn't seem right to betray him. So she helped him, especially when he brought up the point that he was going to be made tranquil. At that point she was basically sold into assisting his escape. Becoming tranquil was much worse than death or any amount of torturing. Once you had been into the Fade, cutting it off was unimaginable. But they were caught just as they were about to escape. Aeowing was probably going to be severely punished, but it was when her old friend... the man she thought she knew, resorted to blood magic that she took a step back, suddenly regretting all efforts she had made to help him. She had disobeyed the templars, even though she understood why they so closely governed over the mages. She had gotten played and for some reason, he believed that the woman he loved would still love him even though he had resorted to making pacts with demons. No, no sane person would risk taking chances with someone who resorted to demons to make them more powerful. Aeowing knew that power came from hard work, study, and practice. Still, if not for the grey warden being there and recruiting her, she would have faced a terrible fate. Perhaps one that involved making her tranquil. Though she narrowly dodged that bullet, she couldn't help but wonder if she had been too trusting. Someone she thought she had known for most of her life in the Circle had so easily turned his back on her. Could she really trust anyone? Or did everyone have the instinct to turn on those they loved somewhere deep within them?
Aeowing turned back to the only thing she could rely on and that was order, but she couldn't erase the compassion that was seated in her heart; her bane. She believed it made her weak, but the grey warden who chose her said it was why he picked her. She chose to think that he was trying to make her feel better and that it was her assets that he was truly after. As an arcane warrior, she was much more durable than normal mages. She could don armor and even bear a sword and shield. However, Aeowing found she wasn't quite strong enough for heavy armor just yet and preferred a two handed longsword to dual or a shield. If she needed to she could use one hand with the sword and cast a spell with the other. The elf glanced over the ledge of the bridge, knowing that she would soon join them once her job in lighting the beacon was completed. There was another warden, one that had completed the ritual with her. All of the others died from the taint of the blood. It saddened her, the rouge had seemed like a lively fellow, and though the knight seemed a bit craven he would have made a good warden had he taken a drink and tried to survive the ordeal.
The golden armor of the king glimmered in the distance. Across the plain, from the Wylds, Aeowing could see the thousands of tiny red lights that belonged to the torches of the darkspawn. They approached the Ferelden army, donning barbaric armor and crude weapons. With the grey wardens down below and the side attack that would sweep in once the beacon was lit there was no way they would lose this battle, even Aeowing knew that and she was no war strategist. The surprise attack would cut the back off for the darkspawn and leave them with nowhere to go. It would be a slaughter.
Blue eyes watched carefully. Many lives would be lost in the process, but they would be honored for their duty. The darkspawn washed over their troops and the fighting began. Aeowing hadn't seen them before, but she could now that they were closer and in range. The enemy had catapults and they were beginning to place boulders upon them. Their target was undoubtedly the bridge that Aeowing and the other warden stood on. "Oh my," she breathed turning to the other warden. "We should start moving, before the bridge we need becomes too hard to travers-" she was interrupted as a stone barreled into the bridge, making her slight elven frame teeter to the side. She sidestepped, trying to regain her balance, before turning her head. "C'mon!" she shouted over the roars and screams of the war happening beneath them.
a labyrinth fae
Conservative Cat
Quote:
Feb 2014
- Stressed with what was to come and bearing the weight of being a princess, finally, Morrigan had the most prissy expression a woman could wear plastered on her face. She pulled out her last arrow and knocked it, pulling back and firing. She sighed at it plunked aside all of the others, which were neatly clustered in the center of the target. Her dismay was more so directed at her future, but she instead focused her fury at her shots, pretending to be displeased with them even though there was no logical reason to be. Huffing, the ivory-haired princess stepped forward and began removing the arrows from the bale, tucking them back into her quiver. For so long she had neglected her duty in the castle. She had done things out in the kingdom, but she had not been schooled much. While she knew the basics; how to read, write, had a general idea of the continent's setup, and knew basic geography, her manners were strained and unrefined. She could be polite, but usually wasn't. Nor was she very good at hiding what she felt. Many ladies were capable of masking even their deepest most painful feelings, but Morrigan left herself open for anyone to read. She was no lady or princess, she was a druid, a wanderer, a lover of the forest. Not anymore, soon I'll be married and eventually queen, she always wondered how her mother had done it... Marrying someone she barely knew. But Morrigan knew that her mother, Lissandra, had loved her father deeply. Morrigan just didn't know if she was able to love someone more than the woods.
"Princess Morrigan!" Oh, she recognized that voice all too well. She had grown to find the man just as annoying as a gnat. He was supposed to be the best hunter in the kingdom, but Morg had found several ways to evade him. Their relationship was just as thin, she had a feeling the hunter resented her for proving to make his job much more difficult. It wasn't always fun to report to the king that you had lost the princess's track and had no idea where she had gone... and Ordan had done that dozens of times by now. "What do you want?" Morrigan questioned as she whirled around, tucking away her last arrow. The hunter looked a bit cross, though he controlled his voice, seeing her face was enough of a dead give away that she was teetering very close to the edge. "Where have you been? We have been looking for you all morning!" Morrigan frowned at him as he accused her of not being around, even though she knew the importance of her attendance, especially when the prince arrived, whenever that was going to be. "Clearly you haven't been looking hard enough, I've been in the courtyard since I woke up in my bedroom this morning. I haven't been hiding," she informed him tartly, crossing her arms over her chest as another one of the annoying castle staff noticed her. Royalist Grant hobbled toward her, no doubt with word from her father. "Good morning, Princess Morrigan. I just wanted to inform you of the banquet upon the balcony that your father, the king, has planned for when the prince arrives," he said, looking at a pad which he probably had everything scrawled on.
"I will be there Grant, I know my duty," she responded wearily, wishing that they would leave her to her sulking. "Ah yes and what is it you attend to wear?" She had already told her father that the prince would get her as she came, but Grant looked at her with his happy blue eyes, making her feel uncomfortable. "I planned on wearing this..." she glanced down at her attire. It was actually much nicer than what she typically wore, she even had taken some time to put the circlet and some jewelry on. Her hair wasn't done at all. Grant was trying to be polite, but she could see the look upon his face, it was strained. "May I suggest... that for just this one occasion that you make a favorable impression the prince and wear a dress? I will have one of the female servants do your hair in a fashion you like also... You like the way the elves do their hair, perhaps one of their hairstyles?" he asked. Morrigan could not hide the face she made, she tried to control her bitterness. "I said no dresses," she growled. Any other man might have backed down from the wild look that was in her eyes, but Grant knew that she wouldn't do anything except act prickly. She had taken an oath of peace as a druid, only to attack in defense. "Well, we've had a wonderful dress made just for you, princess. I believe it would suit your personality and it's green. Green is your favorite color, is it not?" he let his words sink in for just a moment. "Just this once, princess. Then, after the banquet, you may tear it to shreds or burn it and only have to wear a dress on your wedding day. What say you?" Morrigan really did not want to cave in, but she knew her father would be overjoyed to see her in a dress, to know that she really was trying.
"There's no corset is there? I really hate corsets," she grumbled, finally giving in to the peachy faced royalist. "Oh no, you are already thin enough! Just please remember, no weapons at the dining table. I will send for a servant when it is time to get your ready. Thank you, princess," Grant departed as he won the little war they just waged over words. Morrigan was now even more uncertain that she wanted to meet this prince. She didn't feel like herself in a dress, not the mention that she was clumsy in them. She was confident when wearing pants, but a dress made her feel as if she were less than what she was. It didn't accurately portray her. She wasn't dainty. I hope the dress is as special as Grant claims... she thought. Only then did she realize that the hunter was still there. "What?" she hissed. "You have a tendency to disappear when you're most needed. I don't think I should let you out of my sight," he replied. "Don't you have to report back to my father or something?" she questioned sharply. She seemed to hit home with that one and Ordan began slipping away, narrowing his eyes as he went to report back to her father.
「ＯＵＴＦＩＴ」 「 ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ 」Castle Eddyn Courtyard 「ＭＯＯＤ」anxious
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a labyrinth fae
Conservative Cat
Quote:
feb 2014
ＴＨＥ ＤＲＵＩＤ
INTHE END, WE WILL REMEMBER NOT THEWORDS OF OUR ENEMIES, BUT THE SILENCE OF OUR FRIENDS.
INTHE END, WE WILL REMEMBER NOT THEWORDS OF OUR ENEMIES, BUT THE SILENCE OF OUR FRIENDS.
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- Morrigan noticed that there was a brief amount of disappointment in the prince’s voice. She managed to keep herself from flushing, wondering if it were really such a big deal that she had never tried her hand at singing or playing an instrument. She had always been too busy to ever think of partaking in such a task. Her sister was better at doing something like that. Morrigan had her magic and she personally thought that it was all she needed. It wasn’t to say that she didn’t appreciate music, because it seemed to be the only thing that settled any qualms she had. She was spacing out by the time Eliot truly addressed her again. “You’re a druid?” she thought she had been clear enough, perhaps he was taken aback by her honesty and the lifestyle she had chosen for herself. She managed a short nod as he continued with “... and the forest taught you?” She couldn’t help her face from turning red that time, because she only then realized how stupid it sounded when someone else said it.
Other druids seemed to think it normal enough, the forest had a voice of its own, a rather beautiful one. Few were just capable of hearing it, most were elves, they had a natural inclination to nature. Kalliope was a figure that Morrigan felt herself drawn to, seeing she was the nymph, they understood each other so well. Morrigan often wished she could help the nymph escape the castle, but knew how many problems would arise if she did so. “So if I brought a bird to you, You'd be able to understand what it would be saying? or am I just taking the whole 'understand nature' thing a bit too literal?” Sure she could talk to the fauna of the forest, it was one of the first things she had learned to do before actually learning how to also grasp the concept of mimicking their forms. Perhaps telling him that would be too much to comprehend, shapeshifters weren’t common to come across. She had an uncanny ability to take several different forms, even the other druids reveled as her versatility. “You definitely aren't just any Ordinary Princess are you now, Morrigan?” The smile broke her nervousness.
She couldn’t help but reflect a small one of her own as she glanced down, a bit embarrassed to keep eye contact for too long. She had learned from the forest that being humble was pinnacle over arrogance. Taking a compliment was one thing, but for some reason she felt as if the prince were a bit for accepting than he should have been. Still, the fact that he was intrigued rather than appalled was a welcoming sign. “No, I don’t think I’ve ever categorized myself as ‘normal’ or ‘ordinary’, but I find that the abnormalities in the world are sometimes the most interesting things,” she glanced out over the balcony, noticing that they were getting a bit more attention than she preferred. She had always liked solitude and being acknowledged by folks for her deeds rather than her title. His comment of the beauty of her country made her realize how much she would miss it once she left. She pushed the thought aside and tried to bring a new topic to the surface. She waved away his request to sit beside her, not caring either way. “Perhaps a demonstration will make things a bit easier to understand,” she spotted a red-tailed hawk perching on the top of a flagpole nearby. Morrigan focused her attention on it, she didn’t need to make a noise or bird call. It felt her calling through her gaze and intent. The raptor turned, receiving a discreet nod from Morrigan.
The young avian flapped its wings before gracefully gliding toward the balcony where it landed on the railing. Morrigan would have offered her arm if she weren’t afraid to ruin the sleeve of the dress she was surprisingly fond of. The hawk let out a coo and Morrigan was able to reach forward and smooth down some of his feathers on his chest as he glanced inquisitively at the prince. “He doesn’t recognize you. I call him Harper, he frequents the castle grounds… but animals do not know each other by name. They have no need for them when they can identify each other by scent and sometimes appearance. Birds are among the smartest of the creatures I know, he grasps the concept of naming better than other animal I’ve tried to explain it to,” she chuckled as the hawk bobbed his head at Eliot, narrowing his eyes. Morrigan grinned at the hawk, trying to offer an explanation through their connection that Eliot was new to the grounds. “Feel free to pet him, he’s quite good with people unlike some of my other friends,” she wondered if it sounded odd if she called an animal her friend, she had never thought much of it before, but they were really the only friends she had.
“Is there something in that cup?” she still hadn’t touched the mug full of the mystery drink that her father had had made just for her when she was a child. She sighed wistfully, drawing Harper’s attention at her distress. “Aye, bitter memories- I mean! Uh, it’s just a drink! Hahahaha…” she couldn’t believe what she had just said. Morrigan picked up the drink and without seeing how hot it was she chugged it in her embarrassment. She hadn’t had it in so long that she couldn’t help but feel a wave of emotions hit her in the face as the seething heat of the drink made her cringe as she placed the mug down. Her face was a brilliant rosy shade, her throat was scalded, and the corners of her eyes prickled with tears from both the pain she felt and also her mother’s memory fresh in her head. Goddamn that b*****d, did he do this intentionally to make me emotional in front of the prince? she thought grudgingly as she numbly reached for a napkin on the table, dabbing the corners of her eyes subconsciously.
「ＯＵＴＦＩＴ」 「 ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ 」Castle Eddyn Balcony 「ＭＯＯＤ」somewhat relaxed
a labyrinth fae
Conservative Cat
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June 2015
- Many scenarios were running through Isolde's head. What could go wrong? She had to consider all possibilities, knowing that the children would be terrified and her glare would also not help to settle their nerves. They would retaliate, that much was for certain, especially when they discovered they could no longer call upon their abilities to aid them. In a way, the first sergeant pitied them for the fate they led and how she was forced to treat them. It wasn't fair, not in the least, but the circumstances were out of her hands. She was only to carry out the orders as they came in, governing those beneath her. In a way, she was the lead puppet, developed so that she could challenge the mutants while not being one herself. She kept it under wraps, only those in high places knew of her capabilities. It would raise too many questions and why more people were not given the serum.
Her attention was drawn away from her deep thought as she heard familiar humming. She swept her icy eyes in the direction which is came and almost sighed... almost. She knew the two well enough, Zack and Fox. When she had been doing hands on covert operations she had come across them. They fought for all the wrong reasons and she told them that. They had changes of hearts, perhaps due to her words, and joined the government to detain other children who could be a threat to civilians. At his salute she narrowed her glare, pursing her lips. "Do I look like a ******** officer to you? Salute me again and I'll make you run laps around this compound until I get tired. I bet the children will be really scared of you then," she barked, but despite the bark, this was a much softer version of Isolde. Any other soldier or marine or service member who saluted her would be on the ground pushing until she forgot about them, then remembered, and then felt they had learned their military courtesy by then. Despite how strange the two were, the woman gave them more warnings rather than punishments.
Zack was more lazy about his good morning, but it didn't bother her. She returned a nod to him, her eyes turning to another new arrival. Lilian was not quite someone under Isolde's charge, as she worked for the government and not specifically the military. There were people that Isolde could not order around, though most did as asked either by intimidation or because they respected her. Lilian was among one of these workers. "Good-" she was about to greet her with the walkie on her belt buzzed with static and then some speaking. She only vaguely heard Zack lash out at Lilian and then asked her a question. She placed her hand on the walkie and then lifted it. Something about the kids being wild and picking fights with the guards on the bus. She grumbled something in German to herself, shaking her head. "There is it. Turner and Levitt with me, I've got a bus full of adolescents who need to learn their place and hopefully I can talk them out of getting the s**t beaten out of them. I know quite a few soldiers are not keen on mutants and would take the chance if given it to kick the s**t out of some of them," she said just as the gates slid open and the bus approached the facility they were standing at.
She lifted the walkie to her mouth and spoke into it, "This is First Sergeant Schäfer, bring the bus right to me. I'll give these brats a proper welcome. Over," she said, getting a laugh and a confirmation as an answer. "I want the two of you posted right at the door just in case they decide they want to put up a fight. I know I can handle them, but I don't want to have to shoot one of them," she leveled her gaze at Zack, hoping he would know that she meant for him to act if any of them challenged her physically. The bus pulled up and hissed to a stop, the front doors opening to her. Inside the bus were not military personnel. They were either SWAT or some kind of CIA members that Isolde could give two shits about. There were a handful of them. "Out of the bus, create a perimeter. You will escort them in once I am done speaking with them," she ordered. The government guards hesitated. "Ma'am they've been very violent, they've pulled a knife on one of our men-"
Isolde bristled at their insolence. "Did I ******** stutter? Get the ******** out of my bus and create a perimeter. I will handle this, unlike you all clearly cannot," they flinched at her words and began to shuffle out. "And learn your Goddamn ranks you bastards! I AM NOT A ******** OFFICER, I WORK FOR A LIVING," she was going to blow up at some point that day, anyone within ten feet of her would feel her fury. She stomped up onto the bus. "Stupid, ******** CIA bastards, think they're so much better than us," she muttered to herself before leveling her gaze at the shackled children on the bus. She leaned against the driver's seat and stood there, one hand resting on a pistol at her hip.
She looked them over, assessing the damage, and trying to decide who would give her the most issues. All of them looked quite haggard, she didn't blame them. She counted them, taking mental pictures of them all. A white haired girl. A blonde male who had a knife on one of the guards. A brunette girl. Two silver haired boys. The guard's eyes desperately sought her, but Isolde remained unflinching, considering her options. Chances were that she could outrun the boy's ability to slit a throat, but she did not want to betray her skills this early. "What are you going to do? Kill him?" she arched a brow at the blonde and then chuckled, standing up straight as she began to stride towards them slowly. "Go ahead, he's not one of my men," she shrugged, the guard gasping at her words. "But I would advise against it, unless you want to earn more enemies than you already have. Kill him and you gain nothing, in fact you lose more. You're already within the gates of this facility and there are people who could easily fill his slot. That's the wonderful thing about grunts, they're replaceable. However, feelings? Well, he might hate you right now, but a lot of other guys will hate you even more if you kill one of their buddies."
She checked her watch and then glanced back up at them. "Nur die Harten kommen in den Garten... 'Only the strong survive', an old German proverb. And strength is measured in intelligence as well. Even if you kill him, you shall not escape from here. I suggest you do as you're asked and you make this experience as painless as possible," she told them, not bothering to glance at the man again. "Don't get me wrong, your situation is shitty. I would not want to be in your place. However, resist and you make it even worse, possibly get yourself killed and I'm here to make sure that doesn't happen. So stay on my good side and I won't turn a blind eye, I'm more fair than half the bastards here and I have more power than this s**t," she nodded in the direction guard. "But put yourself on my radar, make yourself a nuisance to where I have to deal with you and you'll wish I didn't. No, I won't beat the s**t out of you, but trust me there are worse things than being punched or kicked. Don't cross me and perhaps we can all get along here and I can speak to the superiors about giving you all some privileges. However, we can't do that if you're going to act like ******** hyenas, attacking and biting at every chance given. Learn some discipline and grow up, you're going to have to if you want to survive here."
The First Sergeant turned and began to walk out of the bus.
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june 2015
- "Do you understand your task, number 24601?" The red head was faced by a female who was her senior by at least a decade. She had a clipboard in hand, but stood with a posture that commanded respect. Her eyes glinted as if she had seen the devil and won. Aleida nodded mutely, her face vacant of any emotion, simply a slate that betrayed absolutely nothing. "Remember that you are not to stick out, blend yourself in with the others. Become their 'hero' if you must, to earn their respect and trust," the woman reminded her before she was due to leave Russia and be set up on the bus to Rosemary's retention center. Aleida had in-tell that her sister was working there, running the facility, though Aleida had been a toddler when she had last seen her sister. However, Aleida knew of all of her sister's tours and the awards she had won in war. But Aleida knew nothing of how this woman worked and if she was like the 12 year old she recalled all those years ago before she had been taken to Russia for training.
The woman left the room and then a door, opposite of the one she exited from, opened. Light filtered in, brightening the dimness of what appeared like an interrogation room. Aleida stood and went out the door and into an airfield, where a private jet would take her to America to a point where she would be 'captured'. The journey took several hours, but not in poor standards. She had anything she could have asked for, but instead of taking to these amenities, she stared solemnly out the window, the gears of her mind churning as she contemplated what kind of character she was to portray. The drop point was in California, where she was clapped with one of the necklaces that would track her and negate her powers. Only, this one did not. It was engineered to appear just like all of the others, but was a complete dud. It did nothing to mask her ability to read minds and move objects, simply by willing it.
However, to any who did not know, they would have also assumed that she was now as normal as could be with the brace around her neck. She was then taken to the bus of the retention center, where she lounged in the back. No one noticed her, no tracker beepers going off when they skipped over her. She willed them away, that there was nothing of importance. Simply because they were buffoons and had not seen the male they had also left there on the bus while the others departed. She could hear many minds at once, in the beginning she thought it would drive her mad. But her years of training had allowed her not to crack. It took time, but she eventually learned how to turn their voices down, though she never could turn them completely off. There was always muttering within her head of the people within a decent proximity of her. And the crimson haired male on the bus with her had dark, swirling intentions that kept her there. A part of her was wary, but from what she could sense, she was able to pick an alter-ego for.
She heard his words and sat up from where she had been slumping in the seat, itching at her collar as if it had been bothering her. "And they're America's best?" she scoffed, making her Russian accent more noticeable. She could fake any accent, but Russian came much more naturally as she grew up there. "They're probably guarding all the others now, I would think that if I had to choose a time to slip out unnoticed, it would be now.... But perhaps these collars should be the first thing we take care of," she said, itching at it again.
She reached out mentally, taking note of anyone who was around with a weapon. She would be able to avoid them, but also pull them in. She could make it appear as if they apprehension was by chance, simply by putting the idea in a guard's head, who could sound the alarm. No one other than she would know. It was why her powers were so prized, she could be the perfect double agent, always making certain her charges were contained while they believed she was trying as hard they them to escape. She would take beatings for them and bleed just the same, but it was all apart of her job as well as the acting part.
"You're not going to take another nap are you?" she challenged as she strode forward with an air of confidence, shoulders back and head up, nose turned as if she knew what she were doing. It was that of a headstrong and arrogant misfit that she would play. A messiah who would attempt anything to free them, but in the end would always be apprehended.
a labyrinth fae
Conservative Cat
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