5 Things Meme—of the Ficlet Variety
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scribblemynameGacked from penknife:
You post a topic, list, category, whatever, in comments. (examples: "Five SG-1 Mission Reports That Were Less Than Entirely Truthful", or "Five Times Bruce Banner Lost His Toothbrush," or "Five Ways Nikola Tesla Failed to Take Over the World"). I'll answer with a list of five things.
Ideally fandoms that I know something about, unless you want me to guess, which could be entertaining but probably not the way you want. Or (and preferably) original fiction. All storyworlds on the table, i.e. Seven Days, Kingdoms and Thorn, the Alliance, Vardin, etc.
Completed Ficlets & Scenes
Kingdoms and Thorn:
- Rachelle + Justus – Without a Reason
- Shift + Justus + Red Wolf – It's Own Absolution
- Rachelle + Justus – It Came Up
- Rachelle/Justus – Simply Because
- Rachelle + Justus – Defining Love
- Rachelle + Shift + Meld – Playing with Knives
- Killinger + Special Unit ensemble – Technicalities
- Killinger + Special Unit ensemble – Call Me If You Need Me
- Killinger + Special Unit ensemble – Element of Uncertainty
- Marc + Cate – A Simple Question
- Marc + Cate – The Nameless Below
- Killinger + Special Unit ensemble – Tracing Trouble
Originally published at Liana Mir. You can comment here or there.
Kingdoms and Thorn Ficlet: Technicalities
Date: 2013-09-10 07:07 pm (UTC)Not many people realized that Ilsa Killinger only called in help from outside the Special Unit when her back was against the wall. Right now though, without some solid admissible evidence to close this case, Ilsa was going to have to let the suspect walk.
She set down the reports she’d been flipping through, searching for something besides an empathic readout to tie the theft to John Harver. “Cate, please tell me you’ve come up with something.”
Cate had been digging through whatever Forensics had managed to dredge up. “It’s a mishmash, and there’s time fades on the genetic material that pretty much removes Harver from the scene a good twenty minutes before the theft occurred.” Cate flipped over another paper, read off the number. “Nothing after that.”
“So we have nothing,” Marc summarized, arms crossed, face unreadable. Ilsa knew he hated when they couldn’t close a case. He held the tracker that kept Harver within their sights until they could arrest him.
Cate looked up. “You want me to call Rachelle?”
“What’s the point of that?” Jarod, their cyberpath, interjected from the back corner where he was busy logging their mountain of evidence into the computer. “It’s the same forensics.”
“Not quite,” Ilsa corrected him. Rachelle was capable of replicating genetic material in her own body and in doing so, also replicating special abilities like Harver’s. From a forensics standpoint, Rachelle could literally recreate events as they had occurred.
Ilsa had walked the scene first as she usually did. A situational empath, she was able to read the entire emotional panorama of a location. She had known from the start that it was Harver, a special-type human registered as being able to control his tangibility: she had formerly arrested him twice for petty thievery. This time though, the charge was larceny. Each incident had larger stakes than the last, and he needed to be stopped before he got out of hand.
She shook her head. “We know he was there.”
Marc leaned forward. “Have we tried a provisional license?”
Jarod scoffed. “Those babies got locked down last month. Empathy is considered ‘too ambiguous.’ It’s all circumstantial now.”
“They’re only issuing provisionals if the empathic read has overwhelming supporting evidence and absolutely no conflicting,” Cate added.
“I hate time fades,” Jarod grumbled. “They get you every time.”
Time fades being measurable had supposedly been a helpful breakthrough, but there were things that could manipulate them. Ilsa frowned and asked Cate, “Would his genetic material disperse at the normal rate if he was intangible when he left it?”
“That’s not something we can determine from forensics,” Cate answered. “It’s phenotype.” The physical expression rather than the genetic.
Rachelle could do it, but still, Ilsa held off on calling. Just a little longer to figure out another way to nail him.
“He’s in a dead zone,” Marc interjected. His gaze stayed on the reader in his hand for a long, tense moment, then, “Somewhere in the Thoroughfares.”
Still in the heart of the city and not outside of Kishet or the Special Unit’s jurisdiction. Ilsa took a breath. It still meant they were running out of time before he ran. She ran a hand through her hair and her mind through any loopholes in the law she could think of.
Empathy was too ambiguous, but not telepathy. It was getting the warrant that was the issue, but…
“Jarod.” The snap had come back to Ilsa’s voice and the entire team looked up at her, knowing she had thought of something. “Get him listed as a potential witness and match it against a list of everyone who was in the building from twenty-one minutes before the theft. Then request telepathic warrants for all parties who were there any time within an hour before or after. Marc.” Ilsa turned to her operative with the most straight-up cop experience. “Get him in here as a witness.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Re: Kingdoms and Thorn Ficlet: Technicalities
Date: 2013-09-10 07:48 pm (UTC)Re: Kingdoms and Thorn Ficlet: Technicalities
Date: 2013-09-10 08:24 pm (UTC)Re: Kingdoms and Thorn Ficlet: Technicalities
Date: 2013-09-10 08:58 pm (UTC)Re: Kingdoms and Thorn Ficlet: Technicalities
Date: 2013-09-10 09:10 pm (UTC)Re: Kingdoms and Thorn Ficlet: Technicalities
Date: 2013-09-10 09:20 pm (UTC)You got what you were hoping for.