Raven. Wyrm. Apocalypse
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writing_shadows"Actually," the raven commented, "I don't think I've ever been entirely convinced of the wisdom of Gaia. Well, not in this particular case. I mean, look at me? What on earth made Gaia think that I was remotely well suited to being one of her scouts? Do I look like I want to be running around battlegrounds? In these shoes?"
"Yes, well, we all have our crosses to bear," said the Shadow Lord briskly. Inside he silently had to admit that the vapid little pile of feathers before him had a point, but he was not going to waste his time arguing with her. Snaggle hadn't become an Elder of the Nation by wasting his time, and every moment spent talking to Venice was another minute that the enemies of Gaia were running rampant and he wasn't doing anything to stop them.
Venice, however, was cheerfully ignoring the Elder's glower.
"And the remit I was given? Find out how many of those ghastly ugly mutant things that Pentex has been producing? Do I look like I care?"
"Well, I don't think it matters whether you care or not, Venice," Snaggle said brusquely. "We were all given a job to do and it's your turn to do yours. You can get in the air and fly. Then when you've counted fomori, you can come back. And if you can't do that, then you can do something else useful."
Like get in the stewpot so that the 37 hungry garou in the caern could have some food, Snaggle added silently.
Venice rolled her eyes disdainfully.
"Fine," she said, and stepped carefully out of her shoes, wincing as her stockinged feet hit the grass. "I'll go. But the number won't be any different to yesterday,"
Snaggle raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"It won't be any different to yesterday," Venice commented, with the kind of lazy hauteur that had nearly had her wings pulled off by a dozen different Garou over the years. "I spent last night giving the head of R&D a blow job in his office. He likes to wear women's underwear as well, you know? Anyway, he left his computer switched on when he went to wipe himself off. They have 147 experimental prototypes currently active, and 89 deemed 'ready for combat'. I doubt that my counting them from the air will make much difference but if you absolutely insist...." and then she had to leap back, in a flurry of feathers and with a great deal of outraged squawking as the Elder Shadow Lord attempted to take a swipe at her.
"Wyrm tainted bitch," he snarled as she took off into the air.
Venice hovered in the air, the sunlight glittering on her feathers. Her voice was much the same as usual from her beak as from her mouth and she was bright with smugness.
"Net gain for Gaia," she called out and then rose higher in the air. God knows, Snaggle was notorious for his skill with the javelins and she had no real desire to stick around. Being good at finding out information was one thing. Being forced to work with a bunch of furry psychopaths was another, and she had better things to do with her time tonight. There was, she thought happily, a particularly charming Satyr she was having dinner with.
"Yes, well, we all have our crosses to bear," said the Shadow Lord briskly. Inside he silently had to admit that the vapid little pile of feathers before him had a point, but he was not going to waste his time arguing with her. Snaggle hadn't become an Elder of the Nation by wasting his time, and every moment spent talking to Venice was another minute that the enemies of Gaia were running rampant and he wasn't doing anything to stop them.
Venice, however, was cheerfully ignoring the Elder's glower.
"And the remit I was given? Find out how many of those ghastly ugly mutant things that Pentex has been producing? Do I look like I care?"
"Well, I don't think it matters whether you care or not, Venice," Snaggle said brusquely. "We were all given a job to do and it's your turn to do yours. You can get in the air and fly. Then when you've counted fomori, you can come back. And if you can't do that, then you can do something else useful."
Like get in the stewpot so that the 37 hungry garou in the caern could have some food, Snaggle added silently.
Venice rolled her eyes disdainfully.
"Fine," she said, and stepped carefully out of her shoes, wincing as her stockinged feet hit the grass. "I'll go. But the number won't be any different to yesterday,"
Snaggle raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"It won't be any different to yesterday," Venice commented, with the kind of lazy hauteur that had nearly had her wings pulled off by a dozen different Garou over the years. "I spent last night giving the head of R&D a blow job in his office. He likes to wear women's underwear as well, you know? Anyway, he left his computer switched on when he went to wipe himself off. They have 147 experimental prototypes currently active, and 89 deemed 'ready for combat'. I doubt that my counting them from the air will make much difference but if you absolutely insist...." and then she had to leap back, in a flurry of feathers and with a great deal of outraged squawking as the Elder Shadow Lord attempted to take a swipe at her.
"Wyrm tainted bitch," he snarled as she took off into the air.
Venice hovered in the air, the sunlight glittering on her feathers. Her voice was much the same as usual from her beak as from her mouth and she was bright with smugness.
"Net gain for Gaia," she called out and then rose higher in the air. God knows, Snaggle was notorious for his skill with the javelins and she had no real desire to stick around. Being good at finding out information was one thing. Being forced to work with a bunch of furry psychopaths was another, and she had better things to do with her time tonight. There was, she thought happily, a particularly charming Satyr she was having dinner with.
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Date: 2012-05-22 02:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-22 02:19 pm (UTC)It's good to know I have a legacy.
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Date: 2012-05-22 09:16 pm (UTC)Also: between it being about a Corax and ending with a mention of Satyrs, you've gotten me very OWoD hungry...