Jul. 18th, 2011

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This is a Continuation story that is properly a side-story of the The Dying Cycle, but I'm going to start posting it as a standalone, mainly because I fully intend to write a crossover in which 'Eblia meets Charles Xavier. But of that odd psychological space, more later. Many thanks to Jamie and Jodi and [livejournal.com profile] louderandlouder for the excellent critiquing.

Mercy
by 'Eblia Te'Zhano Yoq


Dedication

'Ghanior, this is my love letter to you. It's for posterity too, for while this account can't be published in the current political climate, it might be of some historical value when these events have been forgotten. You and I know from 'Hasha's writings that love and history are not mutually exclusive. So here it is: my love for you--and for 'Shoan.



Chapter 1

I registered the signs but did not respond to them. In the month since Qer'yem had left me, she dominated my thoughts. I went to work in a fog, navigating by force of habit, and when the scenery changed, I noticed without noticing.

I was a spy then, an "Eye-man," in our language. (In Ash'torian, women are Eye-men too.) My partner, Chi'anové, and I served the Trae'dah Eye as field agents, he the tracker and I the reader. He would Walk in first to scout the assigned location. I'd follow in the guise of an attaché and listen in telepathically. This is against international law, but our government, for a warrior people, is remarkably discreet.

I've said Chi'anové was a Walker and assumed that you, my future readers, know I meant. Do you still have Walkers in your time, those adventurers implanted with a device that lets them enter the dimension called Jana and punch a line through it to instantly travel anywhere in our known planets? If you've never heard of this, it must sound like an incredible power. And it is. Yet I took it for granted, as I did Chi'anové.

Our assignment was routine, the kind we'd played dozens of times as smoothly as a high hand in fast-tac. But as soon as we were in the hall, Chi'anové said, "Damn, but you could smell the photo fear at that briefing," the fear of being held accountable.*

And I said, "Yes," because I'd felt it too, and thought no more about it.

In retrospect, it's clear they wanted to nullify my hypertelepathy. As an HT, I made a good spy, in part, because my telepathic skills are so sensitive that thoughts leak to me even through blocked minds, and since I don't have to reach out to read them, few sense the intrusion. But this could be as much as hazard for our handlers as for our marks. In this briefing, our handler had oozed unease. I was too preoccupied to care.

So much for my obtuseness, but what of Chi'anové? Later, for a time, it puzzled me that he wasn't more mistrustful. But it isn't hard to fathom. Covert intelligence is a fabric so famously woven of lies that lies become its honesty. They lied, he thought. We all do. Information, perversely, thrives in obfuscation. Insects call in the grass because on a slab, they'd be eaten. And so we grasshoppers sprang dutifully out into the meadow and into the waiting mouth.Read more... )
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* An orb weaver has made a web between my kitchen and back door, and it's so pretty I can't bear to destroy it. So the orb weaver is staying for the time being. (The ants do not get the same consideration.)

* Poor incoming freshmen trying to register for classes at orientation. With some few exceptions, they get so worried and frustrated when the classes they wanted are full. And I know that in their place I would feel exactly the same way, but I just want to hug them and say, "It's not that big a deal. In five years, none of this will matter."

* I seem to be fighting off some mild stomach bug. It hasn't prevented me from fulfilling any of my daily tasks, but it has me rather off my food.

* Am tired of the rain. It's July 18. I have resigned my Californian self to the fact that I live in a place that gets rain and clouds nine months of the year, but I want the other three!

* Am cat-sitting for [personal profile] sixish. The kitties are so cute!
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20 – Do you ever get bunnied from other people's stories or art in the same fandom?

"Getting bunnied" sounds like something awful that would happen to Anya in Buffy. In any case, sure, this has happened a lot with Death Note. I got a lot of initial inspiration from [livejournal.com profile] serria and subsequently had a great deal of cross-pollination with [livejournal.com profile] louderandlouder. I'm currently getting a lot of this from X-Men fandom because it is being so prolific right now. It's hard not to absorb bits of emerging fanon and play with them. I don't think it's ever happened for me as a direct result of artwork.

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