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writing_shadows2012-05-01 02:24 pm
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Endings [Various Venues]
I decided to write up some short end pieces for some of my characters so that they are more left somewhere than hanging on in limbo since I am leaving the society. These aren't necessarily official things unless the STs wish them to be, except with Lynne as that is cleared with Fran.
If the STs of the characters want to run with what I have written then that is absolutely fine with me.
I haven't botherd to do anything for Elaine as she's been out of play for a while now, as has Catherine. I also left off Eve due to the fact that she has probably just gotten buried in Uni work again and that's a bit boring to write about.
Tegan
The sun was just rising but she was already up and dressed. It had not taken long to pack her possessions into a backpack; she had never really had much. Her swords and pistols were all carefully strapped onto her body whilst her rifle was slung across her back. Her backpack mostly held a blanket and some supplies, there was nothing much of sentimental value for her to take.
She was tired, but that was nothing new. The nightmares still plagued her, she tried to fight them but she never seemed to be strong enough. She had too much blood on her hands and the man who has turned her into a monster was still out there somewhere.
Her motley were either gone or dead, her duties to her Freehold were expiring as well. There was no one left that she felt she could ask to help her, though she knew that Mortar would. This was her fight and the ones she would have wanted at her side were long gone now, though the pain of those losses had still not faded at all.
This was probably madness and she would probably die. But he had stolen so much from her and in order for her to atone for what she had done for him then she needed to know that he was dead. It didn’t matter if no one ever knew what she did or mourned her if she fell; all that mattered was that he could enslave no one else. If she could accomplish that then everything others had done for her meant something.
She hoisted her backpack onto her back and took one last look around the place that she had come to call home. There was a tiny flutter of regret but she pushed it down and steeled her resolve to the task ahead, she had a long road ahead of her after all.
Ishtar
It felt like she hadn’t stopped working for weeks now. When she wasn’t training with the rest of The Unkindness, learning how they thought and how they fought then she was poring over maps or trying to do various bits of planning. Her investigations into the Seers and into the situation in Buda itself was consuming her as the causes of her new cabal swept her up in her entirety.
She had not had the time or inclination to go to a meeting of the Southern Consillium for a while now. Their petty disputes and infighting just seemed ridiculous to her now. They had their nice, safe little bubble where the world was fine and the problems of a group of refugees had little relevance to their own existences.
But this was her fight now and she would bend all of her abilities and powers to her new goals. If it took years or if it killed her trying she would see Buda restored and the Seers removed.
Let the others rot in their complacency, let them believe that Britain was safe, that Merlin’s defences would protect them from all that the Seers could unleash. She had seen just what they could and would do even on these shores and no matter what it cost her she was going to go everything she could to see them fall.
Nothing else mattered now. Nothing.
Morwenna
The blue-sashed courier reached her just as she was returning home from work, he looked worried and out of breath which instantly set Morwenna on her guard.
“Legate, there is message.” He said in a thick Spanish accent as he handed her a sealed envelope which she carefully opened and read with a sinking heart, though her face showed no sign of her internal unease.
Switching to Spanish she looked at him carefully, “How long have you been travelling to get to me?”
“About 2 days now.” He responded.
She nodded, frowning slightly, “Then there is no time to lose. I need a few minutes to collect some things together. I also need you to carry a message for me.”
The courier waited nervously in her small living room as she packed some things into a small suitcase and then proceeded to write a short letter and seal it. She then carefully picked up her black cat and put her into a carry case.
“Please take the cat and the letter to Gehenna with my apologies for what I am asking. Here is the usual sort of payment and if you need his actual address then I can provide that as well.”
The slightly startled Fairest nodded to her and took both the cat and the letter as she grabbed her case and ushered him out of the door, locking it carefully behind her. She would have to wrap up her affairs from Spain as she did not have time to delay, every moment it took her to get back there put more lives in danger.
With no time for looking back she hailed a cab to the airport with only time to hope that Gehenna would be fine looking after Malificent in her absence and that her plea to be released from the Freehold Oath would not fall on deaf ears. Her primary duties, as always, came before everything else. She also hoped that he would forgive her for not having time to even say goodbye.
Alex
“How are you feeling?” Ambrose looked over at her worriedly.
She smiled back weakly at him, “Like hell still. Like my stomach is tied up in knots. Still not sure I can walk far without falling over.”
He nodded in return, “Anything I can do?”
Alex looked at him for a long moment; she was still conflicted about this man who was helping her through her detox. He had been her friend, her love and her murderer. There was a lot of blood and pain between them and yet she still found herself relying on him where she couldn’t rely on the few friends she had, or even her family.
“Take me to South America.”
He blinked, staring at her in surprise, “You sure about that?”
She shrugged in response, “No, not really. But I know that if I stay here then work is going to keep crushing me, my duty to the dead will keep at me as well. Everything will get too much and even if things between us don’t end up in blood and anger again something else will probably just drive me straight back into the bottle. I don’t think I want to go forever, but for a few months, maybe even a year. I just need out of this life before there’s nothing left of me to live it.”
He wrapped his arms around her and held her gently, “I love you, we can get through this.”
She nodded, “I know.” No words came in response though; she still wasn’t ready for that. She had no idea if the two of them could make it through the mess of their pasts but if she didn’t try then she probably had no future either.
Lynne
“Your grandfather is very ill and I need you to come with me to Hong Kong.” Lynne blinked at her mother’s words; she looked small and frail and was obviously very concerned.
“For how long?” She asked, thinking of the pack, of the life she had just begun to build up in Hertfordshire, the place had just begun to feel like it might be home.
“I don’t know, it could be months, it could be years. They are not sure how long he has. Please, with my mother already gone I do not know if I can get through this without you.”
Her mother looked so sad, so utterly alone and Lynne’s heart broke a little. She had to hope that the pack and all would understand but there was just no way she could say no to her mother, not when she was like this.
“Of course I will come. I need a little time to sort things out here, but I will be there for as long as you need me to be.”
If the STs of the characters want to run with what I have written then that is absolutely fine with me.
I haven't botherd to do anything for Elaine as she's been out of play for a while now, as has Catherine. I also left off Eve due to the fact that she has probably just gotten buried in Uni work again and that's a bit boring to write about.
Tegan
The sun was just rising but she was already up and dressed. It had not taken long to pack her possessions into a backpack; she had never really had much. Her swords and pistols were all carefully strapped onto her body whilst her rifle was slung across her back. Her backpack mostly held a blanket and some supplies, there was nothing much of sentimental value for her to take.
She was tired, but that was nothing new. The nightmares still plagued her, she tried to fight them but she never seemed to be strong enough. She had too much blood on her hands and the man who has turned her into a monster was still out there somewhere.
Her motley were either gone or dead, her duties to her Freehold were expiring as well. There was no one left that she felt she could ask to help her, though she knew that Mortar would. This was her fight and the ones she would have wanted at her side were long gone now, though the pain of those losses had still not faded at all.
This was probably madness and she would probably die. But he had stolen so much from her and in order for her to atone for what she had done for him then she needed to know that he was dead. It didn’t matter if no one ever knew what she did or mourned her if she fell; all that mattered was that he could enslave no one else. If she could accomplish that then everything others had done for her meant something.
She hoisted her backpack onto her back and took one last look around the place that she had come to call home. There was a tiny flutter of regret but she pushed it down and steeled her resolve to the task ahead, she had a long road ahead of her after all.
Ishtar
It felt like she hadn’t stopped working for weeks now. When she wasn’t training with the rest of The Unkindness, learning how they thought and how they fought then she was poring over maps or trying to do various bits of planning. Her investigations into the Seers and into the situation in Buda itself was consuming her as the causes of her new cabal swept her up in her entirety.
She had not had the time or inclination to go to a meeting of the Southern Consillium for a while now. Their petty disputes and infighting just seemed ridiculous to her now. They had their nice, safe little bubble where the world was fine and the problems of a group of refugees had little relevance to their own existences.
But this was her fight now and she would bend all of her abilities and powers to her new goals. If it took years or if it killed her trying she would see Buda restored and the Seers removed.
Let the others rot in their complacency, let them believe that Britain was safe, that Merlin’s defences would protect them from all that the Seers could unleash. She had seen just what they could and would do even on these shores and no matter what it cost her she was going to go everything she could to see them fall.
Nothing else mattered now. Nothing.
Morwenna
The blue-sashed courier reached her just as she was returning home from work, he looked worried and out of breath which instantly set Morwenna on her guard.
“Legate, there is message.” He said in a thick Spanish accent as he handed her a sealed envelope which she carefully opened and read with a sinking heart, though her face showed no sign of her internal unease.
Switching to Spanish she looked at him carefully, “How long have you been travelling to get to me?”
“About 2 days now.” He responded.
She nodded, frowning slightly, “Then there is no time to lose. I need a few minutes to collect some things together. I also need you to carry a message for me.”
The courier waited nervously in her small living room as she packed some things into a small suitcase and then proceeded to write a short letter and seal it. She then carefully picked up her black cat and put her into a carry case.
“Please take the cat and the letter to Gehenna with my apologies for what I am asking. Here is the usual sort of payment and if you need his actual address then I can provide that as well.”
The slightly startled Fairest nodded to her and took both the cat and the letter as she grabbed her case and ushered him out of the door, locking it carefully behind her. She would have to wrap up her affairs from Spain as she did not have time to delay, every moment it took her to get back there put more lives in danger.
With no time for looking back she hailed a cab to the airport with only time to hope that Gehenna would be fine looking after Malificent in her absence and that her plea to be released from the Freehold Oath would not fall on deaf ears. Her primary duties, as always, came before everything else. She also hoped that he would forgive her for not having time to even say goodbye.
Alex
“How are you feeling?” Ambrose looked over at her worriedly.
She smiled back weakly at him, “Like hell still. Like my stomach is tied up in knots. Still not sure I can walk far without falling over.”
He nodded in return, “Anything I can do?”
Alex looked at him for a long moment; she was still conflicted about this man who was helping her through her detox. He had been her friend, her love and her murderer. There was a lot of blood and pain between them and yet she still found herself relying on him where she couldn’t rely on the few friends she had, or even her family.
“Take me to South America.”
He blinked, staring at her in surprise, “You sure about that?”
She shrugged in response, “No, not really. But I know that if I stay here then work is going to keep crushing me, my duty to the dead will keep at me as well. Everything will get too much and even if things between us don’t end up in blood and anger again something else will probably just drive me straight back into the bottle. I don’t think I want to go forever, but for a few months, maybe even a year. I just need out of this life before there’s nothing left of me to live it.”
He wrapped his arms around her and held her gently, “I love you, we can get through this.”
She nodded, “I know.” No words came in response though; she still wasn’t ready for that. She had no idea if the two of them could make it through the mess of their pasts but if she didn’t try then she probably had no future either.
Lynne
“Your grandfather is very ill and I need you to come with me to Hong Kong.” Lynne blinked at her mother’s words; she looked small and frail and was obviously very concerned.
“For how long?” She asked, thinking of the pack, of the life she had just begun to build up in Hertfordshire, the place had just begun to feel like it might be home.
“I don’t know, it could be months, it could be years. They are not sure how long he has. Please, with my mother already gone I do not know if I can get through this without you.”
Her mother looked so sad, so utterly alone and Lynne’s heart broke a little. She had to hope that the pack and all would understand but there was just no way she could say no to her mother, not when she was like this.
“Of course I will come. I need a little time to sort things out here, but I will be there for as long as you need me to be.”