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driftfleet2015-12-03 01:51 pm
heresyandlace) wrote in driftfleet2015-12-03 01:51 pm
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Who: Tekhetsio and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleet-wide!
Action: Way-station!
When: Nebulously sometime after they're all back on their ships
→ network etc.
[aside from antics within the calibrations, Tek hasn't been seen much. on the Marsiva, he'd mostly holed himself up in his room, hiding from the rest of the Fleet as much as he could. and upon returning to his ship, he had slept for several days. but, apparently all of his hermiting has not been enough of an escape. so, after waking up and doing a little bit of spontaneous redecorating, he boards one of the shuttles (which he normally avoids touching) and wordlessly sets off into the darkness of space.
he flies far, and he flies without explanation. he gets as absolutely as far away as he can from his own ship and from the Marsiva. and while he does so, he logs onto the network and sends out a broadcast, calmly reciting something that has been haunting him for several weeks--]
--To see an almost certain horrible death... you know how crowds all sit at the edge of their seats, praying subconsciously for a spectacular accident--and then to be whisked away from it so suddenly--brought to the edge of tragedy, and then to have their better natures win out, showing them how much nicer they always knew they were... that was the supreme thrill.
→ and then on some way-station
[when he finally lands, it's on some nameless way-station. out here, he can at least pretend to be somewhere else. and to complete the illusion, he is wearing a completely different face and form when he exits the shuttle.
today, as Tekhetsio spends hours wandering the way-station and pretending to be interested in the automated shops, it is done as a woman. just as unnaturally flawless as Tek's male form is, the woman perusing the way-station's wares and lounging with a book in the plastic park is built to be gorgeous-- with long dark waves of hair and curves in all of the conventionally desirable places.
and she seems friendly, at least. she offers polite smiles to anyone who happens to glance her way, and slightly more inviting expressions to anyone who seems to be appreciating the view. because this girl likes being looked at, and isn't shy about making that fact very clear.]
Broadcast: Fleet-wide!
Action: Way-station!
When: Nebulously sometime after they're all back on their ships
→ network etc.
[aside from antics within the calibrations, Tek hasn't been seen much. on the Marsiva, he'd mostly holed himself up in his room, hiding from the rest of the Fleet as much as he could. and upon returning to his ship, he had slept for several days. but, apparently all of his hermiting has not been enough of an escape. so, after waking up and doing a little bit of spontaneous redecorating, he boards one of the shuttles (which he normally avoids touching) and wordlessly sets off into the darkness of space.
he flies far, and he flies without explanation. he gets as absolutely as far away as he can from his own ship and from the Marsiva. and while he does so, he logs onto the network and sends out a broadcast, calmly reciting something that has been haunting him for several weeks--]
--To see an almost certain horrible death... you know how crowds all sit at the edge of their seats, praying subconsciously for a spectacular accident--and then to be whisked away from it so suddenly--brought to the edge of tragedy, and then to have their better natures win out, showing them how much nicer they always knew they were... that was the supreme thrill.
→ and then on some way-station
[when he finally lands, it's on some nameless way-station. out here, he can at least pretend to be somewhere else. and to complete the illusion, he is wearing a completely different face and form when he exits the shuttle.
today, as Tekhetsio spends hours wandering the way-station and pretending to be interested in the automated shops, it is done as a woman. just as unnaturally flawless as Tek's male form is, the woman perusing the way-station's wares and lounging with a book in the plastic park is built to be gorgeous-- with long dark waves of hair and curves in all of the conventionally desirable places.
and she seems friendly, at least. she offers polite smiles to anyone who happens to glance her way, and slightly more inviting expressions to anyone who seems to be appreciating the view. because this girl likes being looked at, and isn't shy about making that fact very clear.]
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Excuse me?
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[she turns to face him properly, temper running a little short.]
Would you mind explaining yourself?
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What's to explain?
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Let's start with that accusation, and what would make you say such a thing.
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[He inhales, but the scent is still there. Death and decay and ages old blood and scales warmed by heat.]
I can smell what you are.
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[and that would be the first time that Tek has ever been sniffed out.]
...You can't be serious.
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if he knows she's a dragon? fine. she'll just abruptly drop some of the more reassuringly-human mannerisms she usually works to keep up. she doesn't blink or emote so much, losing the little mammalian quirks that humans naturally have. it makes her seem colder and more predatory, but at least it's more honest, as she sort of leers in at him.]
And what are you, then, to be able to pick up something like that?
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Wolf. I have the human skin for pretending to be people.
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...Well, wolf, let me give you an important piece of advice.
It's dangerous to around accusing people of being one thing, while they are obviously appearing to be something else. There is probably a reason for it, and happens to be the same reason that you shouldn't admit what you are so easily.
Understand?
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No one can hear us. I checked.
You're not a Mundy. I'm not a Mundy. And that's the only need for secrecy I have.
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[Normal, non-magical, unaware people. Dragons are certainly not Mundys.]
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Magical beings can be just as judgmental and vicious, here.
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But they're the only ones I have to hide what I am from.
[He offers a cigarette to the pretty lady.]
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she's absolutely still frowning, though.]
That is what I'm talking about. Have you no magically-skilled slayers where you're from? Are there no power-hungry mages looking to capitalize on valuable inhuman parts? Or heros of all species looking for a monster to destroy?
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Just the Adversary, and he's in the Homelands, not the mundy world.
[Frankly, HE is the scariest thing most of them have to deal with. Most of Fabletown isn't silly enough to try and take on the big bad Wolf.]
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[and she's still holding the cigarette, looking at it like she's trying to decide what to do with it.]
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Well, I hope they don't give me a reason to need to eat them.
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much more interested in bitching, this one is.]
Are you immortal? [--almost sounding accusing about it.]
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Haven't died yet.
[Yes, he really is as far as he knows. He's been through a love of punishment.]
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First time, they took an axe to me. Cut me open, piled stones into me and threw me into a river. That was fucking annoying, took me three weeks to get rid of enough of the rocks that I could get back to shore.
don't feel obligated to reply if this is too old!
How old are you, anyway?
Your face is too old :P
GASP
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