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No Code Beyond Survival
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"We have to destroy this threat! The Dark Fae should not be permitted to be killing off innocent humans and fae for sport. We have to put an end to this," declared one of the council members of the Light Fae. The room was filled with bickering voices, all trying to speak over each other of their opinion on the recent killings in the area.
The Aspen rested his head in his hands, wondering why these things happened to him. He'd just been appointed the new Aspen, and already, there was a huge issue for him to deal with. He'd thought that calling a council meeting would make the decision easier, but it was becoming more and more clear that he was mistaken. He needed to make a good impression on the council and the members of the Light Fae community, so a lot was resting on his decision.
"Listen! I have come to a decision. We cannot allow the Dark Fae to get away with this. However, I will choose one fae to send to investigate and possibly take down the enemy. I believe it is wiser to do this than to confront the Dark Fae straight on and risk a war breaking out," the Aspen announced. "This decision is final, and not up for any further discussion."
As the members filtered out of the room, the Aspen could hear them muttering about his decision. No one seemed to be blatantly disagreeing, but he could hear some disappointment in some of the remarks. He shrugged it off and collected his stuff, feeling confident that he'd made the right decision. Now, he just needed someone to perform the job... and he knew just the girl.
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Liana was having a normal day at her office when she received the call. It was from the Aspen, which was quite usual. Besides her day job, she was one of the higher ranking Light Fae, and thus often was tasked with jobs here and there to perform for the Aspen or the council. She did these things gladly. She had always wanted to have importance, have a real purpose to the fae, ever since she could remember. And now that that was true, she was loyal to them with every fiber of her being. Of course she knew about the recent killings but she hadn't expected to be tasked with finding the perpetrator. To her, it was a huge honor, and she wasn't about to take it lightly.
The Aspen rested his head in his hands, wondering why these things happened to him. He'd just been appointed the new Aspen, and already, there was a huge issue for him to deal with. He'd thought that calling a council meeting would make the decision easier, but it was becoming more and more clear that he was mistaken. He needed to make a good impression on the council and the members of the Light Fae community, so a lot was resting on his decision.
"Listen! I have come to a decision. We cannot allow the Dark Fae to get away with this. However, I will choose one fae to send to investigate and possibly take down the enemy. I believe it is wiser to do this than to confront the Dark Fae straight on and risk a war breaking out," the Aspen announced. "This decision is final, and not up for any further discussion."
As the members filtered out of the room, the Aspen could hear them muttering about his decision. No one seemed to be blatantly disagreeing, but he could hear some disappointment in some of the remarks. He shrugged it off and collected his stuff, feeling confident that he'd made the right decision. Now, he just needed someone to perform the job... and he knew just the girl.
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Liana was having a normal day at her office when she received the call. It was from the Aspen, which was quite usual. Besides her day job, she was one of the higher ranking Light Fae, and thus often was tasked with jobs here and there to perform for the Aspen or the council. She did these things gladly. She had always wanted to have importance, have a real purpose to the fae, ever since she could remember. And now that that was true, she was loyal to them with every fiber of her being. Of course she knew about the recent killings but she hadn't expected to be tasked with finding the perpetrator. To her, it was a huge honor, and she wasn't about to take it lightly.
spacecrone
Destiny Fucker
The knock at the door startled Annie awake as she dozed on her couch in the sun like a cat. Sitting upright, she got to her feet and stretched as she crossed the living room and over to her door, unlocking it and peering out at her landlady. The woman's eyebrows were raised as she looked down at Annie from the good five inches the she had on her tenant. "Is something wrong?" Annie finally asked, tired of waiting for the other woman to say anything.
"You're a week late on your rent." Said with the same enthusiasm most customer service workers use for their 'have a nice day's.
Shifting on her feet, Annie smiled softly at the woman, using her pheromones to enthrall her. She noticed the moment it started working, the look in the other's eyes becoming just slightly distracted. Able to stay on task, yet easily persuaded. Maintaining eye contact, Annie began, "No, I dropped it off with next month's rent the other day, remember?"
She went a little slackjawed, searching through her memories, "Are you sure?"
Annie smiled a little wider, "Yeah, I'm positive. Remember, your cat sat in the window and watched us talk, and I told you she looked like a sausage?"
Laughter, "Oh, of course. I'm so sorry, dear. My memory's been just awful lately." She reached out and put a hand on Annie's arm, "Take care of your mind now, sweetheart, or by the time you're 60, your poor brain won't work worth a damn."
Stifling a laughter, Annie patted her on the hand, "I'll keep that in mind."
That dealt with, her landlady left and Annie closed the door, letting the smile fall off of her face. She was going to have to find a new place soon, since she hadn't failed to notice that the other woman's decline in memory was directly correlated to the first time they'd come in contact a year and a half ago. That first time, she'd met Annie as a squatter, and left the apartment convinced she'd been a tenant for the last six months. Once a month or so, the woman would come knocking on her door after her rent payment didn't come through, and would leave convinced that the money was in her pocket, on her desk, in her mailbox, etc, etc, etc. Now, of course, the poor woman's brains were probably half melted, and Annie was getting kind of bored of the place anyway.
Glancing around the apartment, she took a seat back on the couch, just as the sun was starting to sneak over to the coffee table beside it, yawned, and closed her eyes. Her stomach curled once, reminding her that when she woke, she would need to eat, but in the meantime, there was nothing she needed to do but rest.
"You're a week late on your rent." Said with the same enthusiasm most customer service workers use for their 'have a nice day's.
Shifting on her feet, Annie smiled softly at the woman, using her pheromones to enthrall her. She noticed the moment it started working, the look in the other's eyes becoming just slightly distracted. Able to stay on task, yet easily persuaded. Maintaining eye contact, Annie began, "No, I dropped it off with next month's rent the other day, remember?"
She went a little slackjawed, searching through her memories, "Are you sure?"
Annie smiled a little wider, "Yeah, I'm positive. Remember, your cat sat in the window and watched us talk, and I told you she looked like a sausage?"
Laughter, "Oh, of course. I'm so sorry, dear. My memory's been just awful lately." She reached out and put a hand on Annie's arm, "Take care of your mind now, sweetheart, or by the time you're 60, your poor brain won't work worth a damn."
Stifling a laughter, Annie patted her on the hand, "I'll keep that in mind."
That dealt with, her landlady left and Annie closed the door, letting the smile fall off of her face. She was going to have to find a new place soon, since she hadn't failed to notice that the other woman's decline in memory was directly correlated to the first time they'd come in contact a year and a half ago. That first time, she'd met Annie as a squatter, and left the apartment convinced she'd been a tenant for the last six months. Once a month or so, the woman would come knocking on her door after her rent payment didn't come through, and would leave convinced that the money was in her pocket, on her desk, in her mailbox, etc, etc, etc. Now, of course, the poor woman's brains were probably half melted, and Annie was getting kind of bored of the place anyway.
Glancing around the apartment, she took a seat back on the couch, just as the sun was starting to sneak over to the coffee table beside it, yawned, and closed her eyes. Her stomach curled once, reminding her that when she woke, she would need to eat, but in the meantime, there was nothing she needed to do but rest.
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