OOC. Ficlet #1
Decided to do an old thing that was going around. Windows to 5 different times in the character's life. Some of these moments contain, forgive me, I know it's crazy, but it's what seemed right when I thought about it.... Jaegerangst.
As usual, I offer thanks, praise, and apologies to the Foglios. I generally try to follow everything they've said about character and history to its logical conclusion, and make a few interesting guesses along the way.
But anyway, here is the first installment. A Birthday Story of Sorts.
"Here. Drink this."
Dimo's the smart one. He remembers all kinds of human things. Family. Childhood. What exactly they say about actresses. At least, he said he does.
Maxim doesn't. Not really. But on the first day he stood, the taste of the Brau still on his tongue, admiring the claws -- which he would go on to keep well-manicured -- on his purple hands, there were things that he knew.
That the living creatures of the world fell into a hierarchy of four categories:
First, The Heterodyne Bloodline. Second, the Jaegerkin. Third, Fun people -- pretty girls, cute kids, guys who liked a good joke. Fourth, Prey. The third and fourth categories could overlap if the generals or the Master said so.
The Master is standing over there. He smells good. Real good. So does the boy beside him. The boy has fear in his eyes. Something right there is scaring a Heterodyne. Fangs are bared; a purple hand goes for his sword; there's a threat to deal with.
Except that there isn't. There's just Jaegers. Oh. Okay.
As usual, I offer thanks, praise, and apologies to the Foglios. I generally try to follow everything they've said about character and history to its logical conclusion, and make a few interesting guesses along the way.
But anyway, here is the first installment. A Birthday Story of Sorts.
"Here. Drink this."
Dimo's the smart one. He remembers all kinds of human things. Family. Childhood. What exactly they say about actresses. At least, he said he does.
Maxim doesn't. Not really. But on the first day he stood, the taste of the Brau still on his tongue, admiring the claws -- which he would go on to keep well-manicured -- on his purple hands, there were things that he knew.
That the living creatures of the world fell into a hierarchy of four categories:
First, The Heterodyne Bloodline. Second, the Jaegerkin. Third, Fun people -- pretty girls, cute kids, guys who liked a good joke. Fourth, Prey. The third and fourth categories could overlap if the generals or the Master said so.
The Master is standing over there. He smells good. Real good. So does the boy beside him. The boy has fear in his eyes. Something right there is scaring a Heterodyne. Fangs are bared; a purple hand goes for his sword; there's a threat to deal with.
Except that there isn't. There's just Jaegers. Oh. Okay.