“Would you like to come eat with us?” Lucinda asks, leans in the doorway. Owl-Eagle has her feet propped up on her table, a book in her lap.
“What’s for dinner?” she asks, kicks her feet down off the table, closes her book. “And who’s cooking?”
“Birdy volunteered tonight, and it’s bighorner. We’ll be out in front of the house if you want to join.”
Owl-Eagle nods, stands, tosses her book on the table. She shakes herself out.
“I might just come with you right now, get to know the women you’ve brought together a bit before you all head out again.”
“We’re not leaving for a week still.” Lucinda snorts. “There’s plenty of time.”
“Seven days isn’t long, Raven,” Owl-Eagle replies. “Now, do you have any rules for what we talk about?”
“Don’t ask about anyone’s past unless they offer the information, and even then only do it fact for fact. Dredge wanted her baby, Birdy didn’t, Twist is NCR and wears it proud, Siri is from New Mexico somewhere, whole family’s gone, Burn, Drummer, Watch are all Legion born, Photo’s from some shitty little Arizona town, Birdy’s born tribal but doesn’t remember much, Runner, Tooth, and Dredge are tribal, Dredge knows us.”
“Where’s Dredge from? Knew she knows us, but which us?” Owl-Eagle asks.
“Wyoming, probably the other Little Raven’s band,” Lucinda replies, shakes her head. “She doesn’t support the Legion, but she knows her battles, and she’s followed pretty well up to this point.”
“You say that like there are some that haven’t,” Owl-Eagle observes, crosses her arms over her chest. Lucinda steps out of the adobe, and Owl-Eagle follows.
“Twist,” Lucinda replies, reaches up to press at her black eye. The edges are turning yellow-green, but the center around her eye is nearly black. “You saw. But the rest of them follow fine.”
“And you said Twist was NCR?”
“Was, yeah,” Lucinda agrees. “She’s been Legion three years now. Didn’t take to it, hasn't taken to it, won’t take to it.”
Owl-Eagle nods.
“And what’s she?” Owl-Eagle asks. “If Dredge is an Eagle, then Twist is…?”
“Loud Mockingbird, Eagle and Raven. Could go either way, depending on what you have her doing.”
“Like you?” Owl-Eagle asks, trails Lucinda toward the front yard. Most of the team is spread out around the firepit, Birdy and Drummer sitting close to watch the food, the rest sprawled in chairs. Watch climbed through a hole on the roof as is seated on the peak of the house, revolver in hand. She seems unbothered by the sway and give of the decaying top floor.
Lucinda shakes her head.
“Not an Eagle. Just a Raven.”
“You’ve never been just one thing, girl,” Owl-Eagle snorts. “Once you settled into being a Raven we were going to put you to vote as a Mockingbird, next time we all met.”
“I’m flattered,” Lucinda replies, laughs. “Things have changed, though.” She pauses, casts a glance over the team. Most of them are talking to each other, ignoring her and Owl-Eagle, though Watch’s eyes dart over them before she goes back to watching the rest of the town. “If you could...not talk about the tribe and me, that would be good. Some of us don’t talk much about our pasts, and I don’t want--” She breathes out through her nose. “I don’t want to be too friendly. Too well-known. Friendly is alright, ‘best friends’ isn’t.”
“Dredge already thinks you and Siri are more than best friends,” Owl-Eagle laughs.
“I’ve told her to cut it out,” Lucinda sighs.
“I’m inclined to agree with her,” Owl-Eagle prompts, nudge’s Lucinda’s bicep with her elbow, without removing her hands from her pockets. Lucinda glares at her and takes a half step away, out of elbowing range.
“You’re terrible,” Lucinda replies, sweeps forward to join the rest of the team. Owl-Eagle laughs as she follows after.
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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (50/?)
Date: 2016-04-29 03:01 pm (UTC)“What’s for dinner?” she asks, kicks her feet down off the table, closes her book. “And who’s cooking?”
“Birdy volunteered tonight, and it’s bighorner. We’ll be out in front of the house if you want to join.”
Owl-Eagle nods, stands, tosses her book on the table. She shakes herself out.
“I might just come with you right now, get to know the women you’ve brought together a bit before you all head out again.”
“We’re not leaving for a week still.” Lucinda snorts. “There’s plenty of time.”
“Seven days isn’t long, Raven,” Owl-Eagle replies. “Now, do you have any rules for what we talk about?”
“Don’t ask about anyone’s past unless they offer the information, and even then only do it fact for fact. Dredge wanted her baby, Birdy didn’t, Twist is NCR and wears it proud, Siri is from New Mexico somewhere, whole family’s gone, Burn, Drummer, Watch are all Legion born, Photo’s from some shitty little Arizona town, Birdy’s born tribal but doesn’t remember much, Runner, Tooth, and Dredge are tribal, Dredge knows us.”
“Where’s Dredge from? Knew she knows us, but which us?” Owl-Eagle asks.
“Wyoming, probably the other Little Raven’s band,” Lucinda replies, shakes her head. “She doesn’t support the Legion, but she knows her battles, and she’s followed pretty well up to this point.”
“You say that like there are some that haven’t,” Owl-Eagle observes, crosses her arms over her chest. Lucinda steps out of the adobe, and Owl-Eagle follows.
“Twist,” Lucinda replies, reaches up to press at her black eye. The edges are turning yellow-green, but the center around her eye is nearly black. “You saw. But the rest of them follow fine.”
“And you said Twist was NCR?”
“Was, yeah,” Lucinda agrees. “She’s been Legion three years now. Didn’t take to it, hasn't taken to it, won’t take to it.”
Owl-Eagle nods.
“And what’s she?” Owl-Eagle asks. “If Dredge is an Eagle, then Twist is…?”
“Loud Mockingbird, Eagle and Raven. Could go either way, depending on what you have her doing.”
“Like you?” Owl-Eagle asks, trails Lucinda toward the front yard. Most of the team is spread out around the firepit, Birdy and Drummer sitting close to watch the food, the rest sprawled in chairs. Watch climbed through a hole on the roof as is seated on the peak of the house, revolver in hand. She seems unbothered by the sway and give of the decaying top floor.
Lucinda shakes her head.
“Not an Eagle. Just a Raven.”
“You’ve never been just one thing, girl,” Owl-Eagle snorts. “Once you settled into being a Raven we were going to put you to vote as a Mockingbird, next time we all met.”
“I’m flattered,” Lucinda replies, laughs. “Things have changed, though.” She pauses, casts a glance over the team. Most of them are talking to each other, ignoring her and Owl-Eagle, though Watch’s eyes dart over them before she goes back to watching the rest of the town. “If you could...not talk about the tribe and me, that would be good. Some of us don’t talk much about our pasts, and I don’t want--” She breathes out through her nose. “I don’t want to be too friendly. Too well-known. Friendly is alright, ‘best friends’ isn’t.”
“Dredge already thinks you and Siri are more than best friends,” Owl-Eagle laughs.
“I’ve told her to cut it out,” Lucinda sighs.
“I’m inclined to agree with her,” Owl-Eagle prompts, nudge’s Lucinda’s bicep with her elbow, without removing her hands from her pockets. Lucinda glares at her and takes a half step away, out of elbowing range.
“You’re terrible,” Lucinda replies, sweeps forward to join the rest of the team. Owl-Eagle laughs as she follows after.