aprettygirl | EVE'S HEART

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EVE'S HEART

A dark veil slips over you, obscuring your vision; it’s cool and clinging, and blocks out all outside sensation. You drift downward . . . as you do, you grow more and more aware of the pulse of your own heartbeat, until it’s a ringing, unpleasant throb in your ears.

. . . after some time, it’s interrupted by a soft splash, and you feel solid rock underfoot.

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I suppose not.

[pouring himself a cup of tea, then, and let's look through those papers]

The writing in the first appears illegible at first, some sort of foreign script, but after a moment it shifts to something readable.

Countess Shahrazad al-Rahman, implicated in the late Duke Suleyman's plot to assassinate the Empress and assume the throne, was confirmed to have left the Empire and escaped pursuit by the royal guard, along with her Terran attendants. She resurfaced in Istavan and kidnapped the Lady Saint Esther Blanchett at a public speech made by the Saint. They evaded capture for some days, but the Countess was killed by Esther Blanchett after a second attempt to take a high-ranking member of the Church hostage -- this time the Pope himself.

It should be noted that Archbishop D'Annunzio of Istavan was arrested immediately concurrent with Lady Sharazad's death, and the Countess's attendants have not been sighted in Istavan at all. Observation will continue.

Politics and conspiracy . . . .

[keeps going?]

The second contains only a scrap of paper. . .when you touch it, you get one of Eve's memories: sitting in a hospital room, explaining something to a girl named Esther.

(This page up until page 4 of the next chapter!)

[oh, that explains a few things; pauses on that for a moment, frowning, before continuing on]

The last one contains a blurry candid photograph of a woman and a thin piece of vellum that says, in Eve's handwriting, Our messenger has been sent. We await the news they bring.

. . . you feel a faint, tired, cautious hope when you touch either of them.

Edited 2014-02-16 02:28 (UTC)

. . . a change in the situation, perhaps.

[turns the photograph over in his hands, checking to see if there's anything on the other side]

There is a Jasper-red keycard.

--ah.

[taking and inventorying, for now

and the vellum?]

Nothing on the vellum!

[putting everything carefully back where it was, then, and trying the tea to see whether it does anything or not]

Your hair is now a fetching shade of platinum blond.

[ o h m y g o d staring at hair in faint horror]

Eve--!

What you look great.

[no I have platinum blonde hair and lavender eyes and belong in some thirteen-year-old's fanfiction

. . . but trying a biscuit also, to see what that does]

Your eyes change colour to a reddish-pink shade as well.

[there had better be a good symbolic reason for this, that's all I'm saying

heading over to the couch now, to check it out more closely]

There is definitely a keycard slot in the arm! Otherwise it is just a very fancy couch.

The girl sleeping on it doesn't stir.

[a-a keycard slot

turning his attention to the girl first, though. shaking her gently]

. . . Eve?

She stirs . . . her movements are stiff. Her voice isn't Eve's either: it's an older woman's, but there's a metallic twang to it, as though it's coming from a machine.

"Duchess . . .?"

[touches his hair]

Is that who I'm supposed to look like--? [ . . . ] No, I'm afraid not. Did I disturb you?

"Ah, I hadn't meant to fall asleep. It's all right . . ."

She sits up properly, rearranging herself to a more comfortable position.

[ . . . takes a seat next to her, then]

My name's-- [a noticeable pause, here] Swift. Do you have one, or should I be calling you "your Highness"?

[that last said with a dry smile]

"Well met. And . . . well, I have two names, and one is a title, but we can dispense with those formalities here, I think."

What would you like me to call you, then?

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