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two snips featuring a'kaschei. first is fen and v, the second is stone, fen and v.

The planks were slippery and the entire hull tipped a bit sword-wise. He reached over to touch the mast when he reached it, laid a palm on it, first thinking it was in case he lost his footing, then blinking in sudden recognition of his body's true motive--he had an odd, disorienting moment wherein he felt the vibrations of a dragon trapped and wounded and half-asleep. It was with a certain sense of urgency that he strode on to the dragon's head, and stared at all the abidha worked into her crest and the poll of her neck, half-disguised and half-displayed as decoration. He raised two fingers to touch, to trace the lines that would bring wake her, and then faltered in mid-gesture, all the hairs raised on his neck, and his lip curled, baring teeth. He stood much too easy on this ship.

"So pretty, tá?" Vasilii asked, his fingers trailing lightly along the topmost strake. "I wonder if we could get her flying again?"

And Fen didn't dare answer one thing, and he was afraid to ask another, did and did not wish to understand what his body so clearly remembered and his mind did not--afraid, tá, and unashamedly so, when Vasilii was white-blond and pale-skinned as winter come, and his eyes flashed like mirrors, and he had carrion-crows weaver-worked into the death-blue of his tunic.

Fen waited, with newborn fear fluttering and clawing at his mind and in his gut, trying to think. He'd thought Vasya had wanted to hunt, and he was always pleased to join him; clearly he had something else on his mind, but it was still unlikely that harm was intended, nil hea? Gods, if only there weren't so many flashes of memory showing where this logic had failed, time and time again--this was why, after the bold stab at reason, his throat was still painfully tight and his voice still held a forced rasp in it when he asked, "Why did you bring me here?"

Vasilii was Vasilisa again, shaking her hair long, though still winter-white and blue-lipped smiling, the tunic now a hooded, death-hued dress trimmed with feathers. She was closer also, tá, much closer, leaning into him contentedly, trailing fingers along his arm instead of the dragon's wooden scales. "One of my monsters found her and I thought of you. I thought this might be fun, Volkchov. Aren't you having fun?"


Vasilisa was watching herself in the mirror, turning one way then the other, her skirts rippling and ever-changing in design, an endless parade to flatter the ever-shifting shades of skin, eyes and hair.

"You keep starin' at yourself in that mirror like that, babe, you're gonna get stuck in it." Those old Gaian silver-backed mirrors were problematic like that. Sadly, they were every bit as attractive as they were dangerous; this one was no exception, double full-length with a massive, ornate wooden frame decorated with the careful application of gold leaf, probably dated from around the time he was hanging out in Fredrich's court.

She ignored the unsolicited advice and demanded his opinion instead. "Like this?" She asked, southern flat-raider dark and black hair piled high, her dress a riot of color, "Or this?" A flash to ice-pale and white-blonde, clad in shadow-black and death-blue, "Or this?" A little warmer, honey-gold and light brown, her clothes in white, embroidered with blue and silver, her eyes still shining pale, and then dark, and then light again.

He shrugged without really looking.

"Why do I ask you, you never think anything." She looked past him. "What do you think?"

Fen grinned at her lazily from the window seat; the points of his prominent canines sliding briefly into view and then gone. "You're always beautiful Vasunya, tá? Always and in all your forms, the barest glimpse of ye delights m' heart."

She grinned back, sans fangs but every bit as pointed. "See? This is why you're my favorite pushinka." Then she sighed, looking into the mirror again. "But you are still of no he--."

Stone was still pondering the logistics of creating a metaphysical law that would ban all sickening lovey-dovey crap from any room he happened to be working in, with careful attention to the bit that would keep Fen from being referred to as a cute little fuzzy ball of fluff anywhere within his hearing ever again for any reason, when it occurred to him that the room had gone abruptly silent. He put down his ledger of days, and frowned at the empty space where his wife had been. Then he rolled his chair back across the floor, craning his head back, until he was able to look into the mirror proper, and saw her face looking back at him instead of his own, mildly vexed, and tapping the glass experimentally with a finger.

"I told you." He said. "But you just had to have this damn thing, and now look."

She stopped tapping and looked at him. He gave her a warning look in return, even raised his pen to point, "Don't you even--!" but rolled back across the room even as he spoke, and caught the shield Fen tossed him just in time to ward off the sudden explosion of flying glass. Silver was easy enough to subsume, he'd found, but glass was neither proper earth nor water and it hurt.

"Real swift, babe." He said, glass crunching to powder under his boots, as he walked past some of the larger shards reflecting the ornate ceiling, and squatted down to a hand-sized triangle containing Vasilisa's face--or at least the portion of it that included an unmistakably angry eye, glaring up at him. "I coulda told you that wouldn't work." The angry eye swept away, and there was that same rush of movement in all the other mirror shards as well, leaving them empty. "Um, where are you going? V?"

Date: 2009-09-03 07:26 pm (UTC)
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"This annoys me. I shall make it explode now."

Date: 2009-09-03 07:49 pm (UTC)
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impulse control: not just for her pets. =|

Date: 2009-09-03 08:05 pm (UTC)
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I think that concept fled in terror from her.

I bet mirror mages are REALLY terrifying annoying.

Date: 2009-09-03 07:35 pm (UTC)
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*peers* is she - (s)he is, isn't (s)he...

...also, is that the ship, and does V know? does one traditionally unstick oneself from a mirror?

Date: 2009-09-03 07:56 pm (UTC)
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...hitting on fen? i think so, yes. who wouldn't? i mean, um. *cough* >_>;

yep, and yes. (i also think it's meant to be a gift, but god knows, she has her own special ideas of courting, and i wouldn't necessarily TRUST it.)

apparently there's a few different ways, and according to stone, it's not so much that it's impossible, it's just that it tends to be really damned annoying and involved, particularly when they're due to make an appearance somewhere shortly. (i think one of the techniques involves taking it apart and putting it back together backwards.)

Date: 2009-09-03 08:07 pm (UTC)
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...well, that too, of course, but I was actually doubletaking at the gender-swap. On account of the locals being firmly of the opinion that that's insanely difficult. :D But then, V is nails, so.

Hmm. Yeah - is it because she thinks he'll like it, or because she thinks it will fuck with his head in interesting ways? Who knows... *would love to see more*

Date: 2009-09-03 09:23 pm (UTC)
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oh! right. yeah. that one came from me idly wondering why she had the male nickname (vasya), instead of the female one (fen uses it in the second snip). i figured kaschei didn't really anticipate his creation deciding it was female a few thousand years later and randomly tweaking her code to that effect. but yeah, she seems to have complete control over various aspects to the body she's wearing. male/female, age (age seems to be a mood indicator, which is kinda funny), height, general appearance. the only thing that doesn't really change is the nature of her features--i guess even she wants some aspect of her to be stable and consistently recognizable. ...until she doesn't.

yeeah. this. =\ [kk. i'll see if there's any more glimmers along this thread.]

Date: 2009-09-03 07:38 pm (UTC)
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does that teach her not to admire her reflection for too long? :D

the first bit feels kind of menacing, as short as it is. like fen genuinely has something to fear.

Date: 2009-09-28 10:01 pm (UTC)
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pretty much yeah. altho ice and still pools of water and faerie-iron (titanium) mirrors are pretty safe. =p

oh good--'cause he kinda does, really. she's so impulsive.

Date: 2009-09-03 07:54 pm (UTC)
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The first one was kind of scary/intimidating. The second one is funny and surreal (why is v rushing off to in the mirror?)

Date: 2009-09-28 10:28 pm (UTC)
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yay! (i'm not sure if i can manage really scary, y'know? but i managed tense intimidating-scary. this is good). i wish to hell i knew how that second one ends, i'd love to know. =\

Date: 2009-09-03 08:05 pm (UTC)
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...I have no idea what's going on! *flail!* Especially the first one. Obviously I have not kept up well on worldbuilding. :(

Date: 2009-09-28 10:32 pm (UTC)
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i was trying to FIND something, because i thought i had a post, but apparently all i mentioned of magical!shiny!air!pirate!rowan was a tiny blurb there:

so. um. yeah. =D

Date: 2009-09-03 08:30 pm (UTC)
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The first, I'll echo, was kind of scary. ^_^ In all the best ways. The second was actually very amusing, again in all the best ways.

Date: 2009-09-28 10:34 pm (UTC)
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i'm so happy that came across, 'cause i think things that slide into scary are kind hard. and it's good to end on a light note, right? thanks. =)

Date: 2009-09-04 08:59 am (UTC)
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V has the BEST power. I wish I could do that. And yeah, asking Stone's opinion on one's appearance is probably always going to be a waste of time. *g*

Date: 2009-09-28 10:48 pm (UTC)
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yees. if everyone could do it it would throw the whole social paradigm in a loop while peope try to figure out how else to divide ourselves into factions. cats sleeping with dogs! mass identity hysteria! =p

oh, probably. as long as you're not messing with his appearance too much, he's not likely to care--he'll at least Pretend not to care really hard. ;)

Date: 2009-09-05 02:07 am (UTC)
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Now that's interesting - old skills remembered by Fen even subconsciously from his Rowan days. I know we've seen it before but it always intrigues me :)

I think I missed something about V, her random quixotic nature, yes - but never realised it extended to personality/shape shifting. So random - so ideal for Stone :). It amuses me that when she gets ready she will change skin and hair as well :)

And Fen's accent has come back extremely strong. I want to know about that *pokey* but then he seems more light hearted, less restrained - his inner Tirnanogginess coming out when life is more stable and comfortable?

Silver subsume. OOoooooh someone's made Aithre's deal with Alfheim!

Oh, and Stone's the responsible one in that couple... that, more than anything else, tells you that the world has truly broken :P

*is very afraid*

Date: 2009-09-28 11:18 pm (UTC)
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*nodnod* yeah, there's a lot of that. i guess the logic would be that nobody wants to be bothered having to re-teach them everything---they just want to ditch the identity.

nah, you didn't miss anything so much as there's an event in s&f that i haven't gotten to yet, that explains this.

he'll exaggerate it ridiculously for effect. it's also part of his adopted two-legged persona he uses so people don't necessarily connect "king's lover" with "king's fenwraith." ;)

yep, he was stuck with it, he didn't really WANT it, exactly. >_>;

*snork* XD

[oh, i meant to throw the first few thousand words at you, didn't i? well, if you're still interested i need your email again.]


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