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First: Visiting Doomsday
Previous: Answering
Contains discussion of Keeping in the context of Addergoole..
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First: Visiting Doomsday
Previous: Some Perspective
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First: Visiting Doomsday
Previous: About cy'Doomsday.
Luke found his wings flattened to his back. "What does my wife have to do with anything?"
Nehara held up both her hands. "Not your wife, sir. Gabriel. It's just that, of course Mystral talks to her father, and of course the professor talks to the rest of the teachers..." She shook her head. "I just wanted to say, you're not as much of a cipher, sir, as you might think. I did some studying."
"I am beginning to guess that I should have expected that." Mike would say he'd gotten his feathers ruffled. Luke took a breath and tried to smooth himself down. "What did you learn?"
"You know," she changed the subject with a bright smile, "I think maybe there's someone you need to see before you see Professor Lily's class."
"Not Gabriel? I see plenty of him."
She chuckled politely. "No, sir-"
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Previous: About cy'Doomsday.
Luke found his wings flattened to his back. "What does my wife have to do with anything?"
Nehara held up both her hands. "Not your wife, sir. Gabriel. It's just that, of course Mystral talks to her father, and of course the professor talks to the rest of the teachers..." She shook her head. "I just wanted to say, you're not as much of a cipher, sir, as you might think. I did some studying."
"I am beginning to guess that I should have expected that." Mike would say he'd gotten his feathers ruffled. Luke took a breath and tried to smooth himself down. "What did you learn?"
"You know," she changed the subject with a bright smile, "I think maybe there's someone you need to see before you see Professor Lily's class."
"Not Gabriel? I see plenty of him."
She chuckled politely. "No, sir-"
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after but without smooth transition from A fragment of Luke at Doomsday; another thought that was on my mind.
Luke noticed his tour guide was looking at him strangely. "What?" He stretched out his wings.
She cleared her throat thoughtfully. "I'm cy'Doomsday, sir, you know that."
"I know that." It finally sank in. "Why is a succubus under Cynara Doomsday?"
She laughed at him, a cheerful guffaw as if he'd just made the best joke. "What, should she only have minks who find things? Should Professor Inazuma only have antlered people who throw lightning? At least we'd have a chance of filling out a cy'ree with that qualification." She shook her head, still grinning. "I've never understood that idea. We pick our Mentors by common interests."
Luke coughed and forced his wings closed. "Succubus powers..."
"I'm sorry, sir, but it's a power, like strength, or setting things on fire, or making trees grow." She shrugged, managing to actually look apologetic.
Luke decided it was time to change the subject. "You were saying... you're cy'Doomsday?"
"Do you know what our motto is, sir... no, I'm sorry. Of course you don't."
Luke hadn't known cy'rees to have mottos, at least, not official ones. "No."
"It's 'be prepared.'"
"Of course." He meant it dryly. She smiled and dimpled at him.
"Exactly. And so, sir. When I knew you were visiting, and I was going to be your tour guide... I prepared."
She paused; it reminded Luke of Mike just before dropping a bombshell. "You do know, sir, that your wife's parent is a professor at this school... right?"
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Luke noticed his tour guide was looking at him strangely. "What?" He stretched out his wings.
She cleared her throat thoughtfully. "I'm cy'Doomsday, sir, you know that."
"I know that." It finally sank in. "Why is a succubus under Cynara Doomsday?"
She laughed at him, a cheerful guffaw as if he'd just made the best joke. "What, should she only have minks who find things? Should Professor Inazuma only have antlered people who throw lightning? At least we'd have a chance of filling out a cy'ree with that qualification." She shook her head, still grinning. "I've never understood that idea. We pick our Mentors by common interests."
Luke coughed and forced his wings closed. "Succubus powers..."
"I'm sorry, sir, but it's a power, like strength, or setting things on fire, or making trees grow." She shrugged, managing to actually look apologetic.
Luke decided it was time to change the subject. "You were saying... you're cy'Doomsday?"
"Do you know what our motto is, sir... no, I'm sorry. Of course you don't."
Luke hadn't known cy'rees to have mottos, at least, not official ones. "No."
"It's 'be prepared.'"
"Of course." He meant it dryly. She smiled and dimpled at him.
"Exactly. And so, sir. When I knew you were visiting, and I was going to be your tour guide... I prepared."
She paused; it reminded Luke of Mike just before dropping a bombshell. "You do know, sir, that your wife's parent is a professor at this school... right?"
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Just a fragment of Luke visiting Doomsday
Nov. 10th, 2014 11:19 pmPlease note I'm very tired and I'm not entirely sure about... like 9/10 of this piece. After Discoveries about Doomsday.
Luke leaned against the hallway wall for a minute, his wings splayed from a portrait of George Washington to one of Geronimo. He found his hand reaching for a weapon he'd politely not carried into town, and pressed his palms against his thighs instead.
Nehara's gaze caught it all. "Sir?" She tilted her head, her voice softening. "Is... everything all right?"
Carefully, he folded his wings. Damnit, he had better control than this. "Learn something new every day."
"As long as you live, my grandfather likes to say. And, being fae, that can be a long time and a lot of learning. Or so he says." She bowed her head. "Sorry. I know, I'm just a kid."
Luke know he wasn't the most observant of guys - if nothing else, this new revelation rubbed that in - but he could tell that was out of as much character of Nehara's as he'd been able to pick up already. "Hey." He flapped his wings at her, just enough to get her attention. "I've been best friends with a succubus for centuries. I can notice a thing or two."
Her lips curled, just a little bit. "We don't have many, here. Succubi."
"Jut you."
"Well. Ah. You noticed."
"I noticed." He coughed. "I can notice something, once in a while. Even if I missed..."
"Something we're pretty sure sa'Feu Drake meant everyone to miss?" She flashed him a bright smile. "Their crew is called 'Boom' for more than one reason, sir."
"And we've been waiting for the explosion for decades."
"Sonic boom, sir. I think that's what it's called."
"Sonic..." He closed his wings tightly. "By the time we hear the sound, the explosion is already past."
"Pretty sure you're standing in the 'pit' sir."
Luke leaned against the hallway wall for a minute, his wings splayed from a portrait of George Washington to one of Geronimo. He found his hand reaching for a weapon he'd politely not carried into town, and pressed his palms against his thighs instead.
Nehara's gaze caught it all. "Sir?" She tilted her head, her voice softening. "Is... everything all right?"
Carefully, he folded his wings. Damnit, he had better control than this. "Learn something new every day."
"As long as you live, my grandfather likes to say. And, being fae, that can be a long time and a lot of learning. Or so he says." She bowed her head. "Sorry. I know, I'm just a kid."
Luke know he wasn't the most observant of guys - if nothing else, this new revelation rubbed that in - but he could tell that was out of as much character of Nehara's as he'd been able to pick up already. "Hey." He flapped his wings at her, just enough to get her attention. "I've been best friends with a succubus for centuries. I can notice a thing or two."
Her lips curled, just a little bit. "We don't have many, here. Succubi."
"Jut you."
"Well. Ah. You noticed."
"I noticed." He coughed. "I can notice something, once in a while. Even if I missed..."
"Something we're pretty sure sa'Feu Drake meant everyone to miss?" She flashed him a bright smile. "Their crew is called 'Boom' for more than one reason, sir."
"And we've been waiting for the explosion for decades."
"Sonic boom, sir. I think that's what it's called."
"Sonic..." He closed his wings tightly. "By the time we hear the sound, the explosion is already past."
"Pretty sure you're standing in the 'pit' sir."
First: Visiting Doomsday
Previous: Classrooms of Doomsday
Kheper nodded at Luke. Luke nodded back at Kheper. Nobody needed to be a succubus to sense the tension in the air.
The students weren’t, Luke assumed, all in the room yet - there were three there, one in just-grey-white-and-black, one with the same red accessories and accents that Nehara was wearing, and one wearing light green and pink. All three of them, almost in unison, looked at their professor, looked at each other, and turned to look at Luke.
He flared his wings and, feeling immensely self-conscious under the gaze of three teenagers and one boy he still thought of as a teenager, bowed again. He cleared his throat. “Ah, hello. Professor - Agislaw. Jae’Law-Shield.”
The boy in pink and green gasped. Luke schooled his face and waited for Kheper’s response.
The boy - man, he probably deserved that much - bowed back in response. “Sa’Hunting Hawk. Luke. Principal Doomsday told me you were visiting, but I didn’t know you’d be taking in my humble class.”
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Previous: Classrooms of Doomsday
Kheper nodded at Luke. Luke nodded back at Kheper. Nobody needed to be a succubus to sense the tension in the air.
The students weren’t, Luke assumed, all in the room yet - there were three there, one in just-grey-white-and-black, one with the same red accessories and accents that Nehara was wearing, and one wearing light green and pink. All three of them, almost in unison, looked at their professor, looked at each other, and turned to look at Luke.
He flared his wings and, feeling immensely self-conscious under the gaze of three teenagers and one boy he still thought of as a teenager, bowed again. He cleared his throat. “Ah, hello. Professor - Agislaw. Jae’Law-Shield.”
The boy in pink and green gasped. Luke schooled his face and waited for Kheper’s response.
The boy - man, he probably deserved that much - bowed back in response. “Sa’Hunting Hawk. Luke. Principal Doomsday told me you were visiting, but I didn’t know you’d be taking in my humble class.”
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Written to @Inventrix's commissioned continuation.
This comes after Whilst at Doomsday.
Nehara was fascinating - her story was fascinating. Luke cleared his throat. "I'd love to hear more about The Res, miss - but I'm here right now for a tour of Doomsday." Business, that's what he needed to focus on. All business.
And her smile suggested that, wise beyond her age, she knew exactly what he was doing. "Of course. Why don't we start with Professor Agislaw's class? It's right here, and he knows we're coming." She gestured across the street from the Dining-Hall-church.
The building didn't look that much more like a school than the Dining Hall did - indeed, the three story brick building looked like an old Victorian house or, perhaps, one of the apartment buildings Luka had walked past on his way here. Only the stained glass windows on the first floor - showing bright scenes of education - gave it away.
They followed three pre-teenaged-children - all three in the black-grey-and-white school uniform - through the wide front foyer, past a comfortable-looking sitting room where a few older students were sitting and into the first obviously-school-looking room Luke had yet seen.
Nestled between what he was pretty sure was a kitchen and that living room, the classroom was exactly that - smaller than the norm, perhaps, housing only ten student desks, but it had chalkboards at the front and maps on the side wall.
And, standing behind the teacher's desk, dressed in more expensive tailoring than was available in the world anymore, was Kheper, former student of Addergoole.
Luke cleared his throat. Well, she'd said she was staffing the school. He shouldn't have been surprised. And yet, somehow, he was.
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Nehara was fascinating - her story was fascinating. Luke cleared his throat. "I'd love to hear more about The Res, miss - but I'm here right now for a tour of Doomsday." Business, that's what he needed to focus on. All business.
And her smile suggested that, wise beyond her age, she knew exactly what he was doing. "Of course. Why don't we start with Professor Agislaw's class? It's right here, and he knows we're coming." She gestured across the street from the Dining-Hall-church.
The building didn't look that much more like a school than the Dining Hall did - indeed, the three story brick building looked like an old Victorian house or, perhaps, one of the apartment buildings Luka had walked past on his way here. Only the stained glass windows on the first floor - showing bright scenes of education - gave it away.
They followed three pre-teenaged-children - all three in the black-grey-and-white school uniform - through the wide front foyer, past a comfortable-looking sitting room where a few older students were sitting and into the first obviously-school-looking room Luke had yet seen.
Nestled between what he was pretty sure was a kitchen and that living room, the classroom was exactly that - smaller than the norm, perhaps, housing only ten student desks, but it had chalkboards at the front and maps on the side wall.
And, standing behind the teacher's desk, dressed in more expensive tailoring than was available in the world anymore, was Kheper, former student of Addergoole.
Luke cleared his throat. Well, she'd said she was staffing the school. He shouldn't have been surprised. And yet, somehow, he was.
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This comes after this piece.
Nehara cy'Doomsday was stunning, a beautiful young lady, distractingly so, and her sweet smile suggested that she knew it.
Or that could have been decades of cynicism and time spent around Mike VanderLinden talking. The girl was young - she was still a student, after all. Might be older than Myst was...
Indeed. Luke shook the hand the girl proffered. She was wearing the school uniform of black-and-grey plaid, he noticed, with red-on-red accents and a very practical looking red utility belt. Cy'Doomsday, indeed.
He cleared his throat. "It's rude, I know, but - are you Navajo?"
She dimpled, a lovely smile that - down, boy. Damnit, a woman almost three hundred years younger than he was should not be doing this to him. He was a happily married man! "Most people can't tell. But you're Seneca, aren't you?"
"I am." Centuries of practice let him manage not to clarify that with half. "You have a good eye."
"I'm not sure you've encountered The Res?"
Luke tightened his wings to his back. "I've been on reservations."
"Oh, oh, not that." Both of her hands moved in soothing motions. "I've heard stories - both from Professor Lily and from people at home. No, no, The Res, that's different. When everything started going bad, a bunch of the really active tribespeople started pulling in, setting up a safe place in the middle of one of the biggest reservations. They put the word out - and the worse things got, the more people came to live there. Then they just claimed more & more land." She smiled brightly at him, and, this time, Luke found his interest academic rather than sexual. "Turns out all of what used to be Arizona is ours now. And it's still growing."
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Nehara cy'Doomsday was stunning, a beautiful young lady, distractingly so, and her sweet smile suggested that she knew it.
Or that could have been decades of cynicism and time spent around Mike VanderLinden talking. The girl was young - she was still a student, after all. Might be older than Myst was...
Indeed. Luke shook the hand the girl proffered. She was wearing the school uniform of black-and-grey plaid, he noticed, with red-on-red accents and a very practical looking red utility belt. Cy'Doomsday, indeed.
He cleared his throat. "It's rude, I know, but - are you Navajo?"
She dimpled, a lovely smile that - down, boy. Damnit, a woman almost three hundred years younger than he was should not be doing this to him. He was a happily married man! "Most people can't tell. But you're Seneca, aren't you?"
"I am." Centuries of practice let him manage not to clarify that with half. "You have a good eye."
"I'm not sure you've encountered The Res?"
Luke tightened his wings to his back. "I've been on reservations."
"Oh, oh, not that." Both of her hands moved in soothing motions. "I've heard stories - both from Professor Lily and from people at home. No, no, The Res, that's different. When everything started going bad, a bunch of the really active tribespeople started pulling in, setting up a safe place in the middle of one of the biggest reservations. They put the word out - and the worse things got, the more people came to live there. Then they just claimed more & more land." She smiled brightly at him, and, this time, Luke found his interest academic rather than sexual. "Turns out all of what used to be Arizona is ours now. And it's still growing."
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This is written as @inventrix's commissioned continuation of this drabble posted on the Addergoole Facebook (also the first ~100 words of this piece).
Luke folded his wings against his back and tried not to stare.
When Cynara had come to them, to Regine, saying “I built a school,” he hadn't know what to expect. Hell, when she'd started building the CITY, he hadn't know what he'd find.
What he saw was... children, and teens, moving from building to building, smiling, their grey-and-black-and-white uniforms adorned with splashes of color and their interactions adorned with what sounded like playful rivalry.
He'd come anticipating a mess to be dealt with, or a boot camp to be... handled.
He didn't quite know what to think about this.
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Luke folded his wings against his back and tried not to stare.
When Cynara had come to them, to Regine, saying “I built a school,” he hadn't know what to expect. Hell, when she'd started building the CITY, he hadn't know what he'd find.
What he saw was... children, and teens, moving from building to building, smiling, their grey-and-black-and-white uniforms adorned with splashes of color and their interactions adorned with what sounded like playful rivalry.
He'd come anticipating a mess to be dealt with, or a boot camp to be... handled.
He didn't quite know what to think about this.
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