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futurology2016-09-14 06:32 pm
respired) wrote in futurology2016-09-14 06:32 pm
Entry tags:
- alice liddell (american mcgee's alice),
- ana ramir (original),
- darc (arc: twilight of the spirits),
- jasper (steven universe),
- jin kung (mortal kombat),
- keith (voltron),
- koltira deathweaver (world of warcraft),
- meallan lavellan (dragon age),
- natasha romanoff (mcu),
- olivia (fire emblem: awakening),
- papyrus (undertale),
- stiles stilinski (teen wolf),
- takashi shirogane (voltron)
video; un: deathweaver
[ Koltira's back to his usual self once again--his hair pale as ice, his eyes burning with lichfire. His skin sallow, tinted with hypothermia, and shot through with spiderweb cracks. He wears the black ALASTAIR uniform as he sits on the edge of his bed, twisting a new ring around one gloved finger.
Beside him, his lynx cub rolls around sleepily.
His voice is still deceptively lilting, but the ethereal echo, the underscore of a guttural scratch, haunts him. ]
I must ask for a favor, should you have the capacity to grant it.
[ He glances back at the lynx cub. ]
The dead are not meant to care for the living. If one of you would take responsibility for this creature, I'd consider myself in your debt.
[ A pause. He frowns slightly as he goes on. ]
Recently, some of you met me as I once was. Understand something now. That man is gone. He died nearly twenty years ago, and nothing--nothing--of him remains in me. His house is ash, and cannot be recovered.
[ Not entirely true, though Koltira maintains otherwise.
Another beat, longer this time, as if he's unsure whether to keep talking. But, eventually: ]
Many of you recognized me, yet you did not ruin the past with visions of the future. For this ... I thank you.
[ And that's all. ]
Beside him, his lynx cub rolls around sleepily.
His voice is still deceptively lilting, but the ethereal echo, the underscore of a guttural scratch, haunts him. ]
I must ask for a favor, should you have the capacity to grant it.
[ He glances back at the lynx cub. ]
The dead are not meant to care for the living. If one of you would take responsibility for this creature, I'd consider myself in your debt.
[ A pause. He frowns slightly as he goes on. ]
Recently, some of you met me as I once was. Understand something now. That man is gone. He died nearly twenty years ago, and nothing--nothing--of him remains in me. His house is ash, and cannot be recovered.
[ Not entirely true, though Koltira maintains otherwise.
Another beat, longer this time, as if he's unsure whether to keep talking. But, eventually: ]
Many of you recognized me, yet you did not ruin the past with visions of the future. For this ... I thank you.
[ And that's all. ]
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Koltira arches an eyebrow.
Simply, dryly: ]
Magic.
[ He'd like to say he doesn't care what happens to the cub, or who takes it, but he isn't given to lying. ]
Tell me your name.
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Keith.
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Have you much experience with wild animals, Keith?
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I know it doesn't translate completely, but I guess you could take my squidge report as proof that I don't mess everything up. [That's actual documentation!
He hadn't expected this to be like homework. Or a survey. Or an interrogation. Or whatever word is best suited for this.]
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[ But he does pause at the mention of the squidges. ]
Oh? You considered yourself an effective parent.
[ It is a little bit of an interrogation. ]
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[He's speaking casually, but he's pretty proud of the fact that he didn't mess up, okay.]
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It seems you did well. I have not heard back, but I am not hopeful.
[ Not that he's ever hopeful about anything. ]
I was a poor guardian.
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[He'd ask "how" anyone could be poor at the squidge thing, but he saw some people being neglectful along the way, so he figures it's just a thing. Not everyone is a bleeding heart orphan who'd want to care for other orphans like Keith.]
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[ There are other reasons, worse reasons, but his lack of parenting skills are a significant factor. ]
I am not given to warmth. Nor do I quite grasp the needs of a living creature.
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I was thinking of teaming up with my teammates from home to take care of the cub if you let us. We all excel at different stuff, but we work best as a team.
[And Keith is a cantankerous child, but he loves his team a lot.]
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He murmurs. ]
So she will always have someone to care for her.
[ A bit more loudly: ]
Have you conferred with them?
[ He's about to ready to relinquish her, while he still has the gumption to do so. ]
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[Keith figures that means that there's a solid chance that at least half the team will be game. Lance will make it into some competition for who can care for the cub the best, and Pidge ... will be scientific about it ... probably? He thinks? Okay, to be honest, Keith doesn't always get Pidge, but she was super into caring for the squidges and a lynx is way cuter.]
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You seem earnest. I'm inclined to let you take her. But there are stipulations. First, you must not change her name. It is Belore, and she answers to it.
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[That isn't "sure, I'll change it." If she has a name, she has a name.
Besides, Keith's naming skills aren't great as it is. (Sorry, Goo.)]
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The sun, in my people's language.
[ Considered a guiding force by the high elves, and now also by the blood elves they've become. ]
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That name is fine. I don't really see any point in changing it. What are the other conditions?
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[ A pause, as though he's trying to think of anything else. ]
That's all.
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Yeah, we can definitely do that.
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Come for her, then. Care for her well.
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[ He gestures around him; gives directions. ]
The door is open.