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the_measurers) wrote2010-04-14 10:55 pm
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Entanglement has switched over to a dressing room format for now, so applications aren't needed for the time being.
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Katriel IV
Katriel tapped her fingers on the table. This wasn't what she had expected, she thought to herself, and then wondered what exactly it was that she had expected. So much of war was waiting. Waiting, and striking when the opportunity presented itself. That had to to be as true in space as it was in back in the village. Only difference there was, she had been the one to distract anxious minds from the destructive thoughts that came from too long a delay. The speculation. The fear.
That had been part of her job, hadn't it?
She still didn't know for sure what it was they expected of her here, why they wanted her. It was a dark amusement that made her wonder if they wouldn't have been better off headhunting their soldiers from the winning side.
A (NPC!) man slid into the chair opposite hers, lean, a nervous and searching look in his eyes. 'Strike Leader Katriel?' he asked, with the barest trace of hesitation.
Katriel leant back, regarding him carefully. At least she didn't have to worry about whether or not he was affiliated with the Valteshan police. She couldn't be further from all that now, and it was a curious feeling, looking at her life from a distance, as if her world itself might have fit into the palm of her hand, for all that its conflict mattered in the grand scheme of things.
It mattered, she corrected herself, irritated by her own turn of melancholy. An injustice wasn't lessened by the existence of a greater one. To believe that would be to believe that people she cared about had died for nothing, and that wasn't so. Being removed from something didn't make it any less real. She tapped her fingers on the table again. 'Who wants to know?' she asked her new companion.
'You're Katriel,' he tried to confirm, with the soft sigh of a person anticipating a difficult conversation ahead.
She relented. 'I'm Katriel.'
'I'm here to explain a few things to you.'
One corner of her mouth curved upwards in a half-smile. 'It's about time,' she said to him. 'I didn't think you brought me all the way here just to admire the decor. So what is it that I can do?'
((Long application is long, sorry! I hope it's alright!))
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