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eachdraidh2015-02-22 07:42 pm
debts) wrote in eachdraidh2015-02-22 07:42 pm
Entry tags:
- ariadne: inception,
- arno dorian: assassin's creed,
- athos: the musketeers,
- bethany hawke: dragon age,
- cullen rutherford: dragon age,
- draco: dragonheart,
- howard stark: mcu,
- jason todd: dc comics,
- johnny storm: fantastic four,
- merida: brave,
- nabooru: the legend of zelda,
- natasha romanoff: mcu,
- yukari takeba: persona 3
o1. spider | audio; both courts.
I keep thinking of this story.
[ There's nothing particularly guarded about the way Natasha sounds. Lazy, maybe; a little mildly amused. ]
Once upon a time, there was a proud and warlike tsar— [ A short pause, then a correction. ] —a ruler. His name was Dadon. When he was young, he invaded and destroyed neighboring lands, taking them for his own. When he grew older Dadon wanted peace, but now his enemies sensed his weakness and it was their turn to wage war on him. He asked for help from his court magician, who gave him a golden cockerel. If any enemies approached, the bird would crow, and because the tsar was pleased he promised that he would give the magician anything he asked for.
Dadon's people lived peacefully for two years. The bird did its job whenever there was danger. One day, the golden bird cried out louder than ever before, so the man sent a great army under the command of his eldest son. Eight days passed. When the bird crowed again, his son and their army weren't back, so he sent out his younger son and another army. There was no news again for eight more days.
He was worried. The bird crowed again, so he went to go investigate this personally, with an army of his best warriors. After several days, he came across a battlefield where both armies and his two sons lay dead. At the edge of the field, he saw a tent with a woman of stunning beauty inside. Her name was—
[ A beat. ]
—you know, I don't think I remember. Her title, though, was the Queen of Shamakha. She invited him inside his tent and Dadon fell in love with her. He took her home, back to his kingdom.
When he did, the magician was waiting for him at the gates. He asked the tsar to pay for the golden bird by giving him the Queen of Shamakha. Angry with the request, Dadon hit the magician with his sword, wounding him fatally. At that moment the bird swooped down and pecked Tsar Dadon to death. And the Queen of Shamakha disappeared, as if she had never been there.
[ Natasha huffs out a laugh. ]
Sorry. Maybe that was too obvious a moral. [ And just like that, the audio abruptly ends. ]
[ There's nothing particularly guarded about the way Natasha sounds. Lazy, maybe; a little mildly amused. ]
Once upon a time, there was a proud and warlike tsar— [ A short pause, then a correction. ] —a ruler. His name was Dadon. When he was young, he invaded and destroyed neighboring lands, taking them for his own. When he grew older Dadon wanted peace, but now his enemies sensed his weakness and it was their turn to wage war on him. He asked for help from his court magician, who gave him a golden cockerel. If any enemies approached, the bird would crow, and because the tsar was pleased he promised that he would give the magician anything he asked for.
Dadon's people lived peacefully for two years. The bird did its job whenever there was danger. One day, the golden bird cried out louder than ever before, so the man sent a great army under the command of his eldest son. Eight days passed. When the bird crowed again, his son and their army weren't back, so he sent out his younger son and another army. There was no news again for eight more days.
He was worried. The bird crowed again, so he went to go investigate this personally, with an army of his best warriors. After several days, he came across a battlefield where both armies and his two sons lay dead. At the edge of the field, he saw a tent with a woman of stunning beauty inside. Her name was—
[ A beat. ]
—you know, I don't think I remember. Her title, though, was the Queen of Shamakha. She invited him inside his tent and Dadon fell in love with her. He took her home, back to his kingdom.
When he did, the magician was waiting for him at the gates. He asked the tsar to pay for the golden bird by giving him the Queen of Shamakha. Angry with the request, Dadon hit the magician with his sword, wounding him fatally. At that moment the bird swooped down and pecked Tsar Dadon to death. And the Queen of Shamakha disappeared, as if she had never been there.
[ Natasha huffs out a laugh. ]
Sorry. Maybe that was too obvious a moral. [ And just like that, the audio abruptly ends. ]
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And my psych evals.
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[He'll take it.]
Lord El-Melloi II. Half the time people forget to introduce themselves during these conversations, so forgive the forwardness.
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I was the one doing the evaluations.
[ But she seems to like the intuitive leap for what it is anyway. ]
Natasha Romanoff. [ A beat, a hum, then she edits: ] Or the Black Widow, back home.
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[But it has to ask what her job is, especially with a second name like that.]
Do you deal exclusively in Russian stories to describe the miserable situation here?
[He asks it all too lightly, warmth in his voice.]
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[ It's hard to tell whether she's laughing with or at; it doesn't take a genius to figure out the specific cadence of her voice is distinctly hard to parse out on purpose. ]
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[With or at, Waver doesn't care which. A good laugh is always a smooth path to getting a read on someone, or at least establishing something over the network.]
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Don't tease.
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Not a lot of people take the chance to smell the roses with me.
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We're not talking about flowers.
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You're one of those.
[ As if she doesn't consider herself one, or she understands what that means. ]
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[ The smile is audible in her voice. She's technically not talking about herself, but that's the only literal dividing line there. ]
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[Waver says it as someone might talk about the weather, completely at ease.]