[ not that kind of sith ]

[revengeofthemordsith]

Who: Cara + You
Broadcast: Video
Action: SS First Breath
When: Now!

[ She felt stiff. The surface on which she lay on was too smooth, too even. She groans, stretching her eyes and gazing at her surroundings, her cat-like eyes sharp and wary. This was not the Midlands. With a graceful leap, she lands on her feet in a careful crouch, reading for her weapons –

. . . Her agiels. Gone. She straightens, a scowl marring her face. Without caring who heard her, she speaks, her voice cold and deadly. ]

I don’t know how you managed to touch my agiels, considering they pay you back in pain tenfold. But if you are foolish enough to take them, I assume you are foolish enough to test my patience.

I’ll warn you though. Do not test it for long or I’ll pay it back, inch by inch. Now. . .

[ She surveys the bridge. She knows she’s being watched, even though she can’t tell how. Honed battle instincts whisper to her that this is a strange situation and there’s little she can do about it . . . for now.

In the most deadpan of voices. ]

Why is everything metal and why was it necessary? Did someone murder every architect? Because I would for this . . . lazy work.

Comments

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ Her lips curve, bemused. ]

I suppose there is freedom in that.

[outstandingbalance]

One less thing to worry about.

[revengeofthemordsith]

Thankfully, I'm not predisposed to worrying.

[outstandingbalance]

Then let's call it a concern.

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ She scrunches up her face. ]

If you must.

[outstandingbalance]

You don't have those either?

[revengeofthemordsith]

Mord'Sith don't have weaknesses like concern or worries.

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha tactfully doesn't point out that Cara's concern over her weapons contradicts hat statement. Instead, she shrugs. She's willing to lose an argument over semantics.]

It rolls off the tongue easier than lower priorities to triage.

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ Shhhh. ]

That can apply to anything.

[outstandingbalance]

If you want it to.

[It's okay, it's okay. Natasha is convinced Cara is really quite fierce.

But also concerned.]

[revengeofthemordsith]

As long as I get to decide, I don't mind all that much.

[outstandingbalance]

Fan of control?

[revengeofthemordsith]

Who isn't?

[ Control is an overwhelming aspect of the Mord'Sith. Ironically, they tend to have little of it when the Lord Ralh is concerned but Cara has gotten over that hurdle. She serves Richard because she wants to, not due to some instilled obligation. ]

[outstandingbalance]

That really depends.

[Like what kind of control you have and what kind you want.]

Did you have other questions?

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ Probably an odd question to ask a sort-of-dominatrix. ]

No. And if others come, I will find my answers.

[outstandingbalance]

All right. If that's how you prefer it.

[revengeofthemordsith]

It is.

Certainly I'm not alone in that regard.

[ She hopes. ]

[outstandingbalance]

Probably not. [From Natasha's point of view, she doesn't see the merit in not getting what intel she can from others. Even if it's not trustworthy, it can be valuable.

But to each her own.]

If it turns out you can't answer all of them on your own, you'll find most of the people around here—helpful.

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ Cara is not spy. Intelligence means very little to her. ]

I always found those kinds of people disturbing.

[outstandingbalance]

[Which says more than a little about Cara, though already little surprising. Natasha wouldn't claim to know the other woman's life or upbringing, but it's not hard to get the gist of what kind of woman it was aimed at producing.]

Good luck with that, then.

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ What's appropriate here . . . oh yes. ]

Thank you. I shall manage.

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha doesn't doubt that. She'll nod a little at that, a gesture of respect before she disconnects.]