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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (40/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-04-08 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)“We should be headed back to town today,” Lucinda says over breakfast. “Not…that,” she points back in the direction of the decimated town, fires in its fields still sending billowing plumes of smoke into the air, “but a Legion town.” She prods at the graying lump of meat on her tin plate, saws a chunk off with her fork. “We’re due for a payday.”
“Shit, Boss, we get paid?” Dredge asks.
“That’s my intent,” Lucinda agrees, nods grimaces at her plate before stabbing the chunk of meat with her fork and shoving the entire thing in her mouth at once.
“You think they’ll actually pay?” Twist asks, huffs, stretches.
Lucinda swallows hard, flinches, coughs into the side of her wrist.
“I have heft,” she replies. “I have status. If I don’t have enough of either of those, I have other methods.”
“You gonna steal from the Legion bank?” Dredge asks. “You gonna stick up the treasury?”
Lucinda snorts and shakes her head.
“A little more subtle than that.”
“Where are we going?” Photo asks. She scoots closer, and Lucinda digs a wrinkled, hand-drawn map out of her pocket.
“Here,” Lucinda replies, points to a crayon mark without a label next to it. “It should only be a few days travel.”
“A long few days,” Photo murmurs, quietly, takes the map. She presses one finger to the crayon mark, traces another across the map until she figures where they are, compares the two points.
“You’re all up for it, I think,” Lucinda replies. “Especially with a week and a half of nothing to do at the end of it.”
A ripple runs through the team, as they look at each other and then at Lucinda.
“Week and a half rest?” Tooth asks. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Lucinda agrees. “Along with travel time, it’ll be a little over two weeks, i think.”
“When do we leave?’ Burn asks, shifts so she can stand faster.
“As soon as you’re all done eating and we’re all packed,” Lucinda replies, tosses her plate aside and stands. “Who’s on dishes this morning?”
“Me,” Drummer offers, scrambles to her knees to collect plates as people offer them to her.
Lucinda nods.
“We’ll be headed out just as soon as you’re done.”