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bouteillebleuI went right from the last scene to a very serious scene. Apparently the prospect of lots of theology proved too much for my brain, and so I went back and wrote this to happen before it.
There may be copious italics in here. Facetcat appears to be in italics, not sure why.
A cat's view of a Flembic ball is very different from a human's. The young woman is gentle, but overly attentive; the problem with this form is that when they notice it, they notice it far too much. Perhaps hiding in the vines for a little longer would have been a better plan. Lady Aravina is more observant than a lot of her kind and would have noticed eventually, and there would be no need to endure this extended... petting, or whatever it is she's doing. She appears to be talking to the man about trivial things, such as what dress she would like for the next ball. Wait until she takes her attention away sufficiently, and then...
...there! A free moment when she uses both her hands to gesture gives enough time to sprint along the parapet and down over to a nearby windowbox. The footing is difficult, but it's freedom at last; the woman turns to look when it's too late to do anything, sighs with disappointment, and watches where she thinks it went.
The windowbox is still warm, the earth retaining some heat from the day, and it is tempting to sit here for a while and reflect on what has been overheard. But there are other errands to run, other tasks to do, and the sun has not even yet set. And besides, this window offers the perfect route to climb up and onto the roof to get to the other side of the house, something that in its other form would be difficult, but in this one seems much simpler. A smaller body with a different centre of gravity, four legs rather than two, and a tail to counterbalance. If it weren't for the great difficulty it has had with shaping something capable of speech in this form, it would probably use it more often.
A leap is enough to reach the top of the window and scrabble up onto the tiles, pad carefully across them, then over to the other side of the house to find the second balcony. They will probably be talking there now, and if they are not then most likely someone will be having some sort of incriminating conversation. Its hearing is quite sharp.
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"I can't promise more than I already have."
"Of course not, milady. What about another deal?"
The man who was talking to the governor is now talking to a woman in a dark green dress. She's standing back from him with her fan over her mouth, perhaps so he can't see her smile. But when she smiles or frowns, her eyes move, so she's losing her advantage.
"I'm not sure you have anything more to offer me."
"Hrm. There were some worrying stories about a certain friend of yours. d'Annecy, was it?"
She almost drops the fan when he says that, and he grins, as if he's noticed her shock and knows that he has the upper hand. Watching them talk is an even better education than what Aravina had mentioned about politics before.
"What is... could you tell me what stories these are?"
"Well. Why don't we discuss that other deal I suggested?"
It looks like he's got what he wanted from this discussion, and the woman looks very unhappy but will probably do what he asked. She meets Aravina's descriptions of her cousin, Olivia de Piedmont, and Aravina will certainly want to hear about this conversation.
A bird alights on the roof. It does not trigger any urge to pounce, to hunt, or anything remotely similar - this form is a convenience, not an expression of identity - but the man below notices it land, and his eyes narrow as he looks up at the roof.
If there is good luck to be had today, all he will have seen is a flash of sunlight on opal and a flicker of a tail.
There may be copious italics in here. Facetcat appears to be in italics, not sure why.
A cat's view of a Flembic ball is very different from a human's. The young woman is gentle, but overly attentive; the problem with this form is that when they notice it, they notice it far too much. Perhaps hiding in the vines for a little longer would have been a better plan. Lady Aravina is more observant than a lot of her kind and would have noticed eventually, and there would be no need to endure this extended... petting, or whatever it is she's doing. She appears to be talking to the man about trivial things, such as what dress she would like for the next ball. Wait until she takes her attention away sufficiently, and then...
...there! A free moment when she uses both her hands to gesture gives enough time to sprint along the parapet and down over to a nearby windowbox. The footing is difficult, but it's freedom at last; the woman turns to look when it's too late to do anything, sighs with disappointment, and watches where she thinks it went.
The windowbox is still warm, the earth retaining some heat from the day, and it is tempting to sit here for a while and reflect on what has been overheard. But there are other errands to run, other tasks to do, and the sun has not even yet set. And besides, this window offers the perfect route to climb up and onto the roof to get to the other side of the house, something that in its other form would be difficult, but in this one seems much simpler. A smaller body with a different centre of gravity, four legs rather than two, and a tail to counterbalance. If it weren't for the great difficulty it has had with shaping something capable of speech in this form, it would probably use it more often.
A leap is enough to reach the top of the window and scrabble up onto the tiles, pad carefully across them, then over to the other side of the house to find the second balcony. They will probably be talking there now, and if they are not then most likely someone will be having some sort of incriminating conversation. Its hearing is quite sharp.
----
"I can't promise more than I already have."
"Of course not, milady. What about another deal?"
The man who was talking to the governor is now talking to a woman in a dark green dress. She's standing back from him with her fan over her mouth, perhaps so he can't see her smile. But when she smiles or frowns, her eyes move, so she's losing her advantage.
"I'm not sure you have anything more to offer me."
"Hrm. There were some worrying stories about a certain friend of yours. d'Annecy, was it?"
She almost drops the fan when he says that, and he grins, as if he's noticed her shock and knows that he has the upper hand. Watching them talk is an even better education than what Aravina had mentioned about politics before.
"What is... could you tell me what stories these are?"
"Well. Why don't we discuss that other deal I suggested?"
It looks like he's got what he wanted from this discussion, and the woman looks very unhappy but will probably do what he asked. She meets Aravina's descriptions of her cousin, Olivia de Piedmont, and Aravina will certainly want to hear about this conversation.
A bird alights on the roof. It does not trigger any urge to pounce, to hunt, or anything remotely similar - this form is a convenience, not an expression of identity - but the man below notices it land, and his eyes narrow as he looks up at the roof.
If there is good luck to be had today, all he will have seen is a flash of sunlight on opal and a flicker of a tail.
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Date: 2010-04-23 05:28 pm (UTC)Which does lead me to wonder if Facet Arcuid would actually be a viable maelstrom character, esp if I could do a bonus Facet Neko-Arc form. It also brought up the burning question:
Is it true that "A facet is fine too?"
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Date: 2010-04-24 11:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-25 07:51 pm (UTC)The characterisation might be a little off, but it certainly fits your description.
Besides, the more I think about it, the more I realise that she's actually playing a John Constantine. A single person fighting a war against "the Fallen", who seems to survive even though all her friends keep dying in demon related incidents.