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ataraxionlogs2012-05-30 08:00 pm
theguidinghand) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-05-30 08:00 pm
A Little Closure
CHARACTERS: Arthur, Ariadne, and "Nick"
LOCATION: A lounge on an unused passenger deck
WARNINGS: Possible language, spoilers, and one grumpy Wraith
SUMMARY: Ariadne has questions for the resident Wraith. He wants nothing to do with her. Poor Arthur is caught between them.
The room he'd selected was not the most secretive, nor was it the most secure, but Guide watched it anyway. It was well away from the other passengers' quarters, which was a sort of security in itself, but some part of him itched for Bonewhite, or perhaps Ease. Even a drone would have sufficed - someone that he could summon if the meeting went sour. The poor diet he had been forced to take kept him lucid, but the question of whether he could subdue two healthy humans before one could call for help was an open-ended one.
As with too many of his escapades, he had no choice but to work alone. He'd been lucky thus far, but luck was not a substitute for preparation.
He'd hidden himself just outside the rendezvous point, within earshot of the lounge. The female human had been insistent that she was interested in an interview and an interview alone, but one did not live to be ten thousand years old by relying on the honesty of others. He'd stunned her once, tasted her life as it bought him a few critical minutes to continue his hunt, and he had not even done so with the proper pride of a hunter. It was not outside the realm of chance that she might try to take vengeance upon him instead.
Well, he was the hunter now, if he needed to be. He would wait for them to find the empty lounge first, to see if his paranoia was not entirely unjustified.
LOCATION: A lounge on an unused passenger deck
WARNINGS: Possible language, spoilers, and one grumpy Wraith
SUMMARY: Ariadne has questions for the resident Wraith. He wants nothing to do with her. Poor Arthur is caught between them.
The room he'd selected was not the most secretive, nor was it the most secure, but Guide watched it anyway. It was well away from the other passengers' quarters, which was a sort of security in itself, but some part of him itched for Bonewhite, or perhaps Ease. Even a drone would have sufficed - someone that he could summon if the meeting went sour. The poor diet he had been forced to take kept him lucid, but the question of whether he could subdue two healthy humans before one could call for help was an open-ended one.
As with too many of his escapades, he had no choice but to work alone. He'd been lucky thus far, but luck was not a substitute for preparation.
He'd hidden himself just outside the rendezvous point, within earshot of the lounge. The female human had been insistent that she was interested in an interview and an interview alone, but one did not live to be ten thousand years old by relying on the honesty of others. He'd stunned her once, tasted her life as it bought him a few critical minutes to continue his hunt, and he had not even done so with the proper pride of a hunter. It was not outside the realm of chance that she might try to take vengeance upon him instead.
Well, he was the hunter now, if he needed to be. He would wait for them to find the empty lounge first, to see if his paranoia was not entirely unjustified.