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A Simple Shepherd's Cottage, Glacia, Late Saturday Afternoon (Fandom Time)

Jun 22, 2013 04:37

The further south their great procession had traveled, the more things had changed. Some of that was purely geographical, of course. They'd left the mountains and the great pine forests long behind them, trading them in for fields and rivers made mighty by the runoff from the mountains that only stopped when the weather turned water to ice. They ( Read more... )

where: glacia, teal deer crossing, nfi, who: morton, who: glacians, post: closed, event: civil war, who: karla, who: enemies, who: warren worthington iii

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glacial_witch June 22 2013, 08:50:46 UTC

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glacial_warlord June 22 2013, 08:52:31 UTC

"Don't be stupid!" Morton said, bringing his sword up over his chest. "You're outranked and surrounded! Let Lady Fetya go!"

glacial_witch June 22 2013, 08:54:33 UTC

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glacial_witch June 22 2013, 08:56:10 UTC

"Don't do this, Marva," Karla said quietly. "You don't have an exit strategy. You're working off adrenaline and nerves and that's not a good combination. You're going to make a mistake."

glacial_witch June 22 2013, 08:58:34 UTC

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glacial_warlord June 22 2013, 08:59:19 UTC

*Mother Night!* Morton swore. *You think she's bluffing?*

not_a_parakeet June 22 2013, 11:45:10 UTC

*Whether she is or not, somebody had better tell that ragtag army of ours,* Warren thought back at him. *Otherwise at least some of our landens are going to be caught unarmed.*

Meanwhile, his feathers were prickling and his grip was tightening on the pair of sticks in his hands, his back against the door and his wings spread so that any hope of an exit was neatly blocked from sight.

*These people of hers aren't here yet. We need to get her away from the Queen. Morton, vanish your sword, let her think she has the upper hand. Somebody be ready to shield Fetya.*

"Our army is more than capable of holding its own," Warren noted aloud, giving Marva a look that was angry, but that still managed to carry some measure of calm to it. "But here, us? You seem to have us at a disadvantage."

He opened his hands, not enough to show his claws. Only enough to send his sticks clattering to the floor.

"Let her go, Marva."

glacial_witch June 22 2013, 16:45:59 UTC

*That somebody being me, I take it?* Karla snarked, trying to hide her hear and fury behind brittle humor. *Anyone wanna tell me why I'm not just reaching forward and stopping her heart?*

Karla was not best pleased by this current turn of events.

glacial_warlord June 22 2013, 17:04:52 UTC

*Because, my darling, blood-thirsty Queen,* Morton sent, vanishing his sword and holding his hands in the air slightly, *she's obviously had Fetya under her control for a long time. For all we know, killing her immediately will have a particularly nasty effect on the Queen's mind. And we still need that, remember? Or have plans changed when I wasn't looking?*

glacial_witch June 22 2013, 17:08:36 UTC

*Stop being cute,* Karla snarled over the spear thread. *Leave it for those of us who are.*

Because banter in tense situations was just what you did, okay? Someone should probably teach a class on that at Fandom.

"Let your Queen go," Karla said aloud, "and we'll let you live. Don't make us hurt you, Marva. This isn't going to end well for any of us if you do."

glacial_witch June 22 2013, 17:12:36 UTC

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not_a_parakeet June 22 2013, 17:43:11 UTC

*Confident one, isn't she?*

Warren risked taking a half-step toward Marva, slowly, carefully.

"You've already got us beaten," he said, in a low, calm voice. "You've said so yourself. We might be able to handle just you, but sunset is in minutes, you've got people coming here as we speak, we're done for either way. Keeping your blade to your sister's neck accomplishes literally nothing, right now."

Another half-step closer, and then he was leaping at Marva, one hand reaching for her arm, the other, directly for the weapon at the Queen's throat. Not a move he could have made if he was still holding his sticks. Not a particularly pleasant one for his hand, either, but closing his fingers around the blade meant a reduced chance that Fetya could get hurt should a shield, by some slim chance, not snap up in time.

"Except giving us no choice but to do something about it."

glacial_witch June 22 2013, 18:41:23 UTC

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not_a_parakeet June 22 2013, 19:11:36 UTC

The feeling of blade catching on bone prompted a snarl from Warren's throat, and his good hand tightened on her arm, claws pricking at her skin. He moved one wing forward carefully toward Fetya, so that the sagging Queen could have something sturdy to lean on that didn't involve hair-pulling or being stabbed.

"Let go of her," he growled, leaning close to Marva and putting his mouth beside her ear. "If it hurt losing a finger, just imagine what your entire arm will feel like."

It was a bluff. But going by the strength of his grip and the threat of claws against her skin, he didn't imagine he was going to be called on it.

glacial_witch June 23 2013, 03:11:15 UTC

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glacial_warlord June 23 2013, 03:16:27 UTC

"Actually, as Consort to a Queen, he has a little bit of leverage there," Morton said, his sword back in his hand. "Even more, considering he's doing it in defense of another Queen."

Morton's smile sharpened. "Be grateful he's only threatening your wrist, not your throat."

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