[Fic] Trusting the values
I know I still kept silent, because I wasn't feeling well, but I'll re-start LJ-ing with a CoX-fic nontheless. More about real life stuff later (still the old crap, though). Anyway, I felt like writing, because I did a build for celiaelani's character Xelara, known as the wife of my main hero KinThalas. I gave her Black Scorpion's shield to boost her defense, but that required for Xelara to become a full villain.
Now can you imagine Xelara to go red?? No, never. And Celia was sure, Xelara would never forgive her player XD
But there's Kin, her devoted and overly worried husband. And he placed the reason why she went red side into my head. The title might sound weird, but I think it fits in its very own way. There we go.
For Xeli and her player Celia
Title: Trusting the Values
Fandom: City of Heroes/Villains
Characters: KinThalas, Veel Akar and Xelara, Kin's wife and courtesy of celiaelani
Word Count: 892
Warnings: none
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The room was quiet, almost too quiet for his taste, though it did well to his over sensitive ears. Kin tried to catch some noise from the outside, but there was nothing. No wind, no ship horn, no noise from the streets. Maybe it was the height. The Akar skyscraper was the tallest building in Cap au Diable, after all.
A soft creaking disturbed the silence, as his counterpart was slightly moving in his leather armchair, ripping KinThalas, the elf and well-known hero in Paragon City, out of his thoughts.
“It's your decision” the man in the chair addressed him. “But I can understand your concerns.”
Kin took a deep breath, eying his counterpart.
Veel Akar sat silent, watching the elf with almost white eyes, an inheritance from his demon ancestors. His silky, black robe rustled slightly, as the villain lord moved again, reaching out for the delicate cup of best china, filled with his favorite tea. He inhaled the scent of the herbs, not taking his gaze from the troubled man in front of him. Giving Kin all the time the elf might need, Veel took a sip, enjoying the taste of the hot refreshment.
After a moment he sat the cup back.
“I really understand” Veel continued softly. “I know you love your city. I know how it might look, coming to me and asking me this favor. But I assure you, I'm currently the only one, who's able to help you.”
Finally the elf spoke. “It's not you, or your people I'm concerned about, Veel. I know your offer is genuine and that you don't give a word easily. I know I can trust you.”
“What is it then?” Veel replied, still watching Kin attentively. “You think it might be a problem being related to the Akar clan, now that you're working so close with the remaining Freedom Phalanx?” He paused for another minute, giving Kin a chance to respond, but the only answer the man in black got, was a short snort.
“Forget the Phalanx.” Kin rose from his seat and wandered around, the thick oriental rug silencing his footfalls. “The Phalanx is at odds with themselves, after Statesman's and Sister Psyche's deaths. They just called veteran heroes to aid them. I don't think they'll even remember my name, if they found back to themselves.”
Veel chuckled softly. “Not that I'd mind, if they'd never find back to their old form.” He grew serious. “But I see the problems they're facing, the Isles face the very same problems. One is the problem what brought you to me.”
Kin dropped onto his seat again, grasping a cup of the same delicate china Veel was holding in his hands. The tea was delicious, but it couldn't ease his pain.
Sip for sip Kin's thoughts flew back. Not long ago, the problems started. The losses the City of Paragon and the heroes had to suffer, Praetoria attacking Primal Earth again and again, and now a long forgotten god of death appearing in Dark Astoria.
This was nothing a hero like Kin would throw off track. Until he returned home, finding his wife and their little children suffering of the dark presence of Mot.
Somehow the beast was calling to the weaker people, driving them into insanity, and finally into suicide. Xelara was not weak, she was a well trained veteran heroine, but she was empathic. Her sensitive mind was not able to hold the beast back. And her children, Xelara junior and her little brother Lyr, were just too young. They were about to lose the fight before it even began.
Kin tried to protect his family and hid them in their secret lair deep beneath Eden, but it was still too close to Mot's influence. He needed a place for them to stay safe, a place where they'd be well taken care of, while he's fighting the beast. And there was only one place he could think off, even if it might cost his hero license.
“Alright” Kin accepted. “I'll leave my family here on the isles. I don't need to mention that I trust you the most valuable in my life.”
Veel Akar rose and stuck out his hand. “You've got my word.”
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“This will not hurt, Mrs. Thalas.”
Davor, Veel's personal medic pressed the small instrument, looking like a pistol, at Xelara's upper arm. “It's over in a wink of an eye.”
Xelara didn't hear the young doctor's words, nor did she notice the faint pain as he shot the chip into her arm, for the resuscitators the villains on the Rogue Isles were using.
She just looked at her husband, easing his and her own sorrows with her soft smile. “Don't worry about us. Just come back in one piece.”
Kin nodded and kissed his wife good-bye. Xelara watched him leaving, then she got up from the chair she was sitting on. She pulled the sleeve of her shirt down with a long sigh. A tall man approached her, offering his arm. Xelara linked her arm to his and was trying a smile.
“Mind to show me around, Veel? I might need some help finding my way in my new home. And in my new life... as a villain.”
Now can you imagine Xelara to go red?? No, never. And Celia was sure, Xelara would never forgive her player XD
But there's Kin, her devoted and overly worried husband. And he placed the reason why she went red side into my head. The title might sound weird, but I think it fits in its very own way. There we go.
For Xeli and her player Celia
Title: Trusting the Values
Fandom: City of Heroes/Villains
Characters: KinThalas, Veel Akar and Xelara, Kin's wife and courtesy of celiaelani
Word Count: 892
Warnings: none
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The room was quiet, almost too quiet for his taste, though it did well to his over sensitive ears. Kin tried to catch some noise from the outside, but there was nothing. No wind, no ship horn, no noise from the streets. Maybe it was the height. The Akar skyscraper was the tallest building in Cap au Diable, after all.
A soft creaking disturbed the silence, as his counterpart was slightly moving in his leather armchair, ripping KinThalas, the elf and well-known hero in Paragon City, out of his thoughts.
“It's your decision” the man in the chair addressed him. “But I can understand your concerns.”
Kin took a deep breath, eying his counterpart.
Veel Akar sat silent, watching the elf with almost white eyes, an inheritance from his demon ancestors. His silky, black robe rustled slightly, as the villain lord moved again, reaching out for the delicate cup of best china, filled with his favorite tea. He inhaled the scent of the herbs, not taking his gaze from the troubled man in front of him. Giving Kin all the time the elf might need, Veel took a sip, enjoying the taste of the hot refreshment.
After a moment he sat the cup back.
“I really understand” Veel continued softly. “I know you love your city. I know how it might look, coming to me and asking me this favor. But I assure you, I'm currently the only one, who's able to help you.”
Finally the elf spoke. “It's not you, or your people I'm concerned about, Veel. I know your offer is genuine and that you don't give a word easily. I know I can trust you.”
“What is it then?” Veel replied, still watching Kin attentively. “You think it might be a problem being related to the Akar clan, now that you're working so close with the remaining Freedom Phalanx?” He paused for another minute, giving Kin a chance to respond, but the only answer the man in black got, was a short snort.
“Forget the Phalanx.” Kin rose from his seat and wandered around, the thick oriental rug silencing his footfalls. “The Phalanx is at odds with themselves, after Statesman's and Sister Psyche's deaths. They just called veteran heroes to aid them. I don't think they'll even remember my name, if they found back to themselves.”
Veel chuckled softly. “Not that I'd mind, if they'd never find back to their old form.” He grew serious. “But I see the problems they're facing, the Isles face the very same problems. One is the problem what brought you to me.”
Kin dropped onto his seat again, grasping a cup of the same delicate china Veel was holding in his hands. The tea was delicious, but it couldn't ease his pain.
Sip for sip Kin's thoughts flew back. Not long ago, the problems started. The losses the City of Paragon and the heroes had to suffer, Praetoria attacking Primal Earth again and again, and now a long forgotten god of death appearing in Dark Astoria.
This was nothing a hero like Kin would throw off track. Until he returned home, finding his wife and their little children suffering of the dark presence of Mot.
Somehow the beast was calling to the weaker people, driving them into insanity, and finally into suicide. Xelara was not weak, she was a well trained veteran heroine, but she was empathic. Her sensitive mind was not able to hold the beast back. And her children, Xelara junior and her little brother Lyr, were just too young. They were about to lose the fight before it even began.
Kin tried to protect his family and hid them in their secret lair deep beneath Eden, but it was still too close to Mot's influence. He needed a place for them to stay safe, a place where they'd be well taken care of, while he's fighting the beast. And there was only one place he could think off, even if it might cost his hero license.
“Alright” Kin accepted. “I'll leave my family here on the isles. I don't need to mention that I trust you the most valuable in my life.”
Veel Akar rose and stuck out his hand. “You've got my word.”
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“This will not hurt, Mrs. Thalas.”
Davor, Veel's personal medic pressed the small instrument, looking like a pistol, at Xelara's upper arm. “It's over in a wink of an eye.”
Xelara didn't hear the young doctor's words, nor did she notice the faint pain as he shot the chip into her arm, for the resuscitators the villains on the Rogue Isles were using.
She just looked at her husband, easing his and her own sorrows with her soft smile. “Don't worry about us. Just come back in one piece.”
Kin nodded and kissed his wife good-bye. Xelara watched him leaving, then she got up from the chair she was sitting on. She pulled the sleeve of her shirt down with a long sigh. A tall man approached her, offering his arm. Xelara linked her arm to his and was trying a smile.
“Mind to show me around, Veel? I might need some help finding my way in my new home. And in my new life... as a villain.”