Recall woke to a voice that was clearly trying too hard to seem patient—and failing.
“You feel like explaining anything to us now?”
“I said I would. I just... can’t stay conscious when I have to process stuff. Side effect of being what I am,” Recall said, not lifting her head. That would hurt too much. Her body already ached, and she missed Fracture—he would have carried her to bed or made her kapi by now.
“You’re hurting.” The other guy, the more serious-looking one. He sounded ready to jump in and do something but not sure what.
“Am I that obvious? Idizo. That’s a shame,” she muttered, groaning as she shifted her arm out from under her body. “Yes, I’m in pain. It happens. No, there’s nothing you can give me for it even if you were willing to do so, which I doubt.”
A wash of disbelief that hurt. How in the world? She looked at the Special Unit then, who had gathered on various seats in what was clearly a waiting area. A telepath?
“You’re unregistered," the skinny blonde spoke again, mouth a straight line.
“I’m not from around here.”
“Where are you from?”
The head of the Special Unit shot him a warning look, and he subsided.
She watched the young man for a moment, almost amused. Maybe he was what Talk could be if he was more gifted and less opinionated. “Don’t worry, giwizen. If I was from one of your enemies, you can bet you wouldn’t have this job now. I used to know a man that would have brought down your empire by himself for what happened to those children.”
That got a reaction, though not from him. The blonde woman looked at her with hard face, hard eyes, and said softly, “What do you know about that?” clearly implying something Recall had said was wrong.
Recall didn't address the disagreement. She'd heard enough of that in her life. “More than I should." She grimaced. "Got bumped in my homeland by a less than charming tourist—you might want to know where he is since I suspect he’s guilty of war crimes if not others since I believe he was involved in the Projects—and found out about this place. I came here and learned a lot more.”
The young man opened his mouth, but the woman held up a hand, then lowered it again and said, "We're not the Thorn Republic. We're the kingdoms and I'm a former operative."
Recall had known that, the last part that is. The woman was familiar in appearance from Red Wolf's memories, even if she couldn't quite place her. So she merely let that go as information. The young man was not part of the empire. Fair enough.
"I'm Catherine April," she went on, "though everyone calls me Cate. This is Marc Rede…" She looked amused at his own amused expression. "He doesn't call me Cate." She shrugged. "That's Jarod, and the head of the Special Unit is Ilsa Killinger."
Ilsa leaned forward. "Why did you come here?" she asked quietly.
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Kingdoms and Thorn/Fracture and Recall Crossover: And So It Goes… [2/?]
Date: 2013-10-21 06:51 pm (UTC)Recall woke to a voice that was clearly trying too hard to seem patient—and failing.
“You feel like explaining anything to us now?”
“I said I would. I just... can’t stay conscious when I have to process stuff. Side effect of being what I am,” Recall said, not lifting her head. That would hurt too much. Her body already ached, and she missed Fracture—he would have carried her to bed or made her kapi by now.
“You’re hurting.” The other guy, the more serious-looking one. He sounded ready to jump in and do something but not sure what.
“Am I that obvious? Idizo. That’s a shame,” she muttered, groaning as she shifted her arm out from under her body. “Yes, I’m in pain. It happens. No, there’s nothing you can give me for it even if you were willing to do so, which I doubt.”
A wash of disbelief that hurt. How in the world? She looked at the Special Unit then, who had gathered on various seats in what was clearly a waiting area. A telepath?
“You’re unregistered," the skinny blonde spoke again, mouth a straight line.
“I’m not from around here.”
“Where are you from?”
The head of the Special Unit shot him a warning look, and he subsided.
She watched the young man for a moment, almost amused. Maybe he was what Talk could be if he was more gifted and less opinionated. “Don’t worry, giwizen. If I was from one of your enemies, you can bet you wouldn’t have this job now. I used to know a man that would have brought down your empire by himself for what happened to those children.”
That got a reaction, though not from him. The blonde woman looked at her with hard face, hard eyes, and said softly, “What do you know about that?” clearly implying something Recall had said was wrong.
Recall didn't address the disagreement. She'd heard enough of that in her life. “More than I should." She grimaced. "Got bumped in my homeland by a less than charming tourist—you might want to know where he is since I suspect he’s guilty of war crimes if not others since I believe he was involved in the Projects—and found out about this place. I came here and learned a lot more.”
The young man opened his mouth, but the woman held up a hand, then lowered it again and said, "We're not the Thorn Republic. We're the kingdoms and I'm a former operative."
Recall had known that, the last part that is. The woman was familiar in appearance from Red Wolf's memories, even if she couldn't quite place her. So she merely let that go as information. The young man was not part of the empire. Fair enough.
"I'm Catherine April," she went on, "though everyone calls me Cate. This is Marc Rede…" She looked amused at his own amused expression. "He doesn't call me Cate." She shrugged. "That's Jarod, and the head of the Special Unit is Ilsa Killinger."
Ilsa leaned forward. "Why did you come here?" she asked quietly.