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Daughter of Omega 1/2
Date: 2012-01-02 06:16 am (UTC)Summary: F!courier decides to court Vulpes Inculta and creeps him out in the process.
Warning: Not sure if I should warn for severed heads, but just in case. There are severed heads.
When Vulpes Inculta woke, he knew he'd made a terrible mistake. Thirteen severed heads had been lined up around his bedroll. The coppery scent of blood was overpowering.
He'd always considered himself to be a light sleeper, but someone with enough skill had been in and out of his tent and left him either a horrifying message or a very twisted gift. He could only think of two others stealthy enough to pull something like this off, and one of them was long dead. That left one person and one person alone---Courier Six.
He suppressed a shudder of fear. He'd never met a more cunning and bloodthirsty abomination---tales of her exploits were the stuff nightmares were made of. The Massacre of Camp Forlorn Hope, the Novac Incident, the Catastrophe at Camp McCarran, the list went on for pages. (And that didn't even begin to cover the what she did to people who intentionally pissed her off. The Chairmen were still finding pieces of who they thought was Benny in odd nooks and crannies from Freeside to Gomorrah.)
Vulpes had seen her in battle. He knew the stories were mostly true. That was why the thought of her turning her murderous intentions on him made his blood run cold.
Before he could give in to the maelstrom gathering inside him, the tent flap pulled back. He half expected to see the woman herself but was relieved when it was one of his subordinates instead. Pale, young, barely out of training---Vulpes couldn't remember the man's name, only how disgustingly timid he looked.
“Sorry to bother you sir,” he said, eyes widening as he took in the collection of severed heads, the dark pools of blood, and the gloppy bits of brain matter, “But um---”
“Dignity, man, dignity. Are you a soldier or a slave?”
“A soldier, sir.”
“Well, what is it then? And don't mumble,” Vulpes said---he didn't even try to keep the irritation from his voice.
“The Courier is um---demandingtospeakwithyou, Sir.”
“Is she now?”
The poor excuse for a soldier nodded.
Demanding to speak with him? Even if she was Caesar's newest favorite, he didn't have to humor her. She'd ruined his tent, embarrassed him by slipping in and out without his knowledge, and made him look like a blood thirsty degenerate. Even the nameless meek disgrace of a soldier standing before him would be unable to keep his mouth shut about the state of Vulpes' tent. It would get back to Caesar, Antony or Lucius would be sent to speak with him---everyone would know.
The thirteen heads stared at him. One of them almost looked like it was smirking. Damn that woman.
“Very well,” he said through gritted teeth, “I wouldn't speak of what you see here to anyone. Unless you want to spend the rest of your short life on my---what do the profligates call it? Oh yes, my shit list. Understood?”
“Y-yes, sir.”
He practically fell over his own two feet as he retreated. Vulpes tried not to think about the quality of their troops lately or the incredible amount of stupid they seemed to posses. Instead, he focused his attention on standing, on not tripping over the mess, and on making himself at least semi-imposing before the source of his frustration walked into his tent and either laughed at him or tried to kill him.
Be brave, Inculta, she's still just a woman. And what does Caesar say about women? For a half second, the fear subsided and he was ready to unleash his fury on her. He turned when he heard her footsteps, the whoosh of the tent flap as she let it fall back in place behind her. He didn't know what he was expecting, but it wasn't the vision that appeared before him.
Daughter of Omega 2/2
Date: 2012-01-02 06:18 am (UTC)Summary: F!courier decides to court Vulpes Inculta and creeps him out in the process.
Her face was red, painted with what he presumed to be the blood of her enemies. No wonder the new recruit had practically been pissing in his uniform. The whites of her eyes and the whites of her teeth against the red created a stark contrast he could only call horrifying. Not only that, she'd filed four of her teeth, her canines, into sharp points. When she smiled she looked like a feral beast.
She'd also shaved her head, leaving only two tufts of hair that looked suspiciously like horns. Instead of her usual ratty wasteland attire, she'd cobbled together some kind of bizarre leather armor that left too much skin exposed for it to be effective protection. The effect was curiously demonic---it would have been arousing if she wasn't covered in blood and clearly insane.
“I'm going to assume you're responsible for all of...this,” he said.
She grinned, eyes wide with madness as trails of blood streamed down her face, her neck, her arms and pooled at her feet. He kept one hand at his side, just in case he needed to go for his machete---he still couldn't tell if she was here to kill him. He hoped she wasn't. Though he didn't doubt Caesar could be swayed from anger, even Vulpes would have a difficult time keeping himself from being crucified if he had to kill the woman. He wasn't even sure he was physically capable of killing her.
“I've brought the rest of the dowry,” she said, “Thirteen young Bighorners, fattened and ready for slaughter. We can begin the ceremony.”
“Dowry? Ceremony? What are you talking about?”
He felt a pain behind his eye, a curious throbbing and an emotion he can only describe as tendrils of fear tightening about him. The smile slipped off her face to be replaced by a scowl.
“To begin our courtship,” she said, “Your Man-God accepted and gave me his blessing.”
Vulpes didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or stab her in the throat. At least he knew what Antony was snickering about yesterday. It made Vulpes' failure to uncover this madness all the worse---as leader of the Frumentarii, he should have put it all together. How were his men supposed to trust and respect him if he couldn't even stop one foolish tribal from blindsiding him?
“There's been a misunderstanding,” Vulpes said, gesturing to the severed heads, “There will be no courtship. There will be no more of this...disturbing display. You've made me look like a fool.”
He tried to look threatening. Any other time he would have succeeded, but the sympathetic look on her red stained face coupled with the sharpened teeth behind a knowing smile---it was unsettling. He looked at her and he could imagine a thousand deaths at her hands.
“There's no shame. No man in the history of time has ever caught a daughter of Omega during a coup,” she said, “Be glad. You'd be dead if you had.”
“I'd be dead?”
“The old gods don't protect the unworthy,” she said.
Her grin stretched wider and wider until he felt certain her face was going to crack open. He tried not to flinch when she planted a kiss on the tip of his nose. Outside he could hear the Bighorners calling out to each other as they were lead through the camp. Likewise Courier Six took his hand and steered him through the tent.
Like a lamb to the slaughter. It was an old phrase---he didn't know what a lamb was but he imagined he knew how it felt.
Re: Daughter of Omega 2/2 - OP
Date: 2012-01-03 07:50 am (UTC)Re: Daughter of Omega 2/2 - OP
Date: 2012-01-03 06:51 pm (UTC)Re: Daughter of Omega 2/2
Date: 2012-01-03 09:06 pm (UTC)I love you forever.
Re: Daughter of Omega 2/2
Date: 2012-03-02 06:26 am (UTC)