Filial Loyalty
WHO: Those prosecutor folks
WHERE: Moonybase
WHEN: Backdated to the 21ish? I guess?
WARNINGS: Hopefully... not...?
SUMMARY: Franziska is really pretty bad at this sibling thing but she tries.
FORMAT: Prose? I think? GRIMM WHAT ARE WE DOING?
It was obvious that something had happened, the only real question here was what. She couldn't find out, it seemed. This was highly aggravating, because Franziska disliked being kept in the dark about anything. Knowledge was power: the more you knew, the more you wielded. Being kept from knowing things, being deliberately sabotaged in that, no matter what the desired information was...
And this was, after all, Miles.
Franziska didn't particularly like her little brother, especially not now that he'd cheated and gained nearly 10 years in their race. She won in the end, according to him, but it was only because he was disqualified, and that hardly seemed like winning at all. And winning by default wasn't what she was made for, it wasn't....
It was hard, trying to be a von Karma. But then that wasn't what this was about, because despite the fact that Franziska absolutely did not much like Miles, he was still her brother (sort of) and that certainly meant that she owed him something. And, since she clearly was superior, it would be just wrong of her to withhold that on the basis of him being older and having had more time and everything else. Besides, she suspected that life would get rather lonely without him. So when she'd woken up yesterday and he'd had a black eye and had been moving as though movement itself was painful, she'd held her tongue for a little while and then tried to find out what happened. And after that had been denied and Miles was still moving stiffly and with the control that she'd seen him learn from her father, she'd decided that she needed to do something. After all, surely she could do something here. So she'd gone to find him, to demand to at least know what was going on. Miles was her little brother, and it was up to her to protect him.
WHERE: Moonybase
WHEN: Backdated to the 21ish? I guess?
WARNINGS: Hopefully... not...?
SUMMARY: Franziska is really pretty bad at this sibling thing but she tries.
FORMAT: Prose? I think? GRIMM WHAT ARE WE DOING?
It was obvious that something had happened, the only real question here was what. She couldn't find out, it seemed. This was highly aggravating, because Franziska disliked being kept in the dark about anything. Knowledge was power: the more you knew, the more you wielded. Being kept from knowing things, being deliberately sabotaged in that, no matter what the desired information was...
And this was, after all, Miles.
Franziska didn't particularly like her little brother, especially not now that he'd cheated and gained nearly 10 years in their race. She won in the end, according to him, but it was only because he was disqualified, and that hardly seemed like winning at all. And winning by default wasn't what she was made for, it wasn't....
It was hard, trying to be a von Karma. But then that wasn't what this was about, because despite the fact that Franziska absolutely did not much like Miles, he was still her brother (sort of) and that certainly meant that she owed him something. And, since she clearly was superior, it would be just wrong of her to withhold that on the basis of him being older and having had more time and everything else. Besides, she suspected that life would get rather lonely without him. So when she'd woken up yesterday and he'd had a black eye and had been moving as though movement itself was painful, she'd held her tongue for a little while and then tried to find out what happened. And after that had been denied and Miles was still moving stiffly and with the control that she'd seen him learn from her father, she'd decided that she needed to do something. After all, surely she could do something here. So she'd gone to find him, to demand to at least know what was going on. Miles was her little brother, and it was up to her to protect him.