Post by Greenie on Jan 22, 2010 23:37:36 GMT -5
Xenon has convinced me to start trying the 100 prompts fic thing, so this is the first of them. This is also the introduction to the muse that waltzed in and took residence, so hence why I used this prompt for her. XD
Fic No: 1. Introduction
Characters: Vessatha, Kassanda [Currently NPC]
Word Count: 1485
Careful! It's long! XD
“Miss Vessatha, you have a visitor.” Scarly said from the doorway, an odd expression on his face. Vessie smiled briefly at him – he insisted on calling her “Miss” despite her age and her title, and she found it endearing because of how long he’d worked for her – then blinked, and looked down at her schedule.
“A visitor? I don’t have any appointments for today… Who is it?” She asked with a frown, craning her neck to try to see out the doorway, which was a futile effort, as always.
“I think you’d better see f—“ Scarly was cut off by the abrupt entrance of a tall, bipedal female.
“Hello, cousin,” Kassanda said with her usual confidence. She strode in and sat down in one of Vessie’s chairs, appearing to be completely at ease with simply dropping in on a relative she hadn’t seen in, oh, thirty years? The ferret/mink mix crossed her legs and gave the gaping ferret in front of her a winning smile. “Don’t look so constipated, it doesn’t become you.”
“Kassie, what the hell are you doing here? Since when do you leave the Forest?” Vessie continued to stare despite the reprimand, unable to believe the Card sitting in front of her. As far as she knew her relatives had given her up for lost that fateful day she’d deserted the Forest, and it was hard to believe even one of them had bothered to look her up in Spades, much less actually drop by.
“I’m staying with you for a while. I didn’t want to leave the Forest, but I was elected your babysitter. Not to mention all of the men back home are pansies and don’t want to deal with me, and Mother’s been nagging at me to find a mate. I’m going to snag me a nice complacent Selkie man.. or maybe an Avington, I haven’t decided which.” Kassandra grinned and extended her claws briefly, apparently to illuminate exactly what she meant by “snagging” a husband.
“You’re WHAT? And what do you mean, my BABYSITTER? Have you lost your mind?” Vessatha nearly screeched, glad Scarly had thought to close the door. This wasn’t going to be a quiet confrontation, it seemed.
“Yes, your babysitter, you foolish woman. What, did you really think we were going to let you continue to cavort around and have stink-bug babies with whatever horny man or woman passes you by? No, you’ve gone off the deep end, and now I’m stuck cleaning up your mess.” Kass drummed her fingers on her knee, watching the ferret with an entirely displeased look. She could be off finding men right now instead of having this argument… but no, Vessatha was stubborn, and she was just going to have to talk sense until the dumb woman listened.
“What? …. WHAT? You- you- you have no right to be involved in my life!” Vessie stuttered, now gaping in disbelief. Her family, the family that had been absent from her life since she was a teenager, was now going to try and interfere in her life? This was /not/ happening. No, she’d just have to make her cousin leave…
“Developing a stutter?” Kassandra asked with a mild smirk, then continued, “Au contraire, my dear, family has every right to intervene when a member has strayed too far from their path. We nearly sent Biddy in – you remember Aunt Biddy, right? – when you had that first litter with that crazy Tulgey woman, but Biddy croaked a week too soon. You seemed to pick yourself up after you went into Spades, so we just kept an eye on you, but this is too much. The Bog, Vessatha, really?” She paused to make rather authentic gagging noises. “And the King of HEARTS? Why didn’t you just go for the Queen while you were at it! Suits, woman.” Kassandra rolled her eyes, and kept talking before Vessie could get any words out. “You are Kahmden, like it or not, and you’re about to go off the deep end if you keep fucking with yourself like this. I’m here to put you on track.” She ended her rant on a mild note, and tried to smile reassuringly, though it ended up being a creepier smile than she’d intended.
Vessatha was silent for a long moment, and simply stared down at her desk. Yes, she’d betrayed herself and her morals. Yes, she never should have slept with Pale, or even Quinn, if you wanted to go back /that/ far. It was all true, and she wasn’t about to deny it; the question was whether or not Kassanda was really going to do her any good. Her memories of her cousin were of an impetuous young girl ordering all her elder cousins around… and getting her way all the time, somehow. It was a scary thought. “How do you know all this?” She asked with a pained expression. “My life isn’t publicized in a book somewhere, as far as I know.”
Kass laughed heartily. “Oh, you foolish woman. Family keeps an eye out for family. You didn’t think we’d leave you just because you left, now did you?” The expression on Vessatha’s face said yes, that was exactly what she thought, so Kassanda continued. “Everything travels through the grapevine. There’s not much we don’t know about you or what you’ve been doing. Creepy, isn’t it?” She grinned, leaning forward to wiggle her eyebrows at her cousin.
Vessatha began rubbing at her eyes, sensing a tension headache coming on. Goddamnit, she didn’t need anyone else’s help to get her life back in order. It was her problem, wasn’t it? She would fix it all on her own!
“So when are you showing me your smelly babies?” Kassa asked with an endearing smile.
“Why on earth would I do /that/?” Vessatha nearly snarled, her head slowly becoming a mask of pain.
“I’m your new nanny. Don’t you know—Well, I suppose you wouldn’t, pretending we didn’t exist the past thirty years like you have. I’m a nanny by profession, Vessatha. A medically-trained professional nanny. I’m a midwife as well, but if you need /that/ while I’m here I’ll give you a frickin’ abortion instead.” She snorted, and rolled her eyes. “Suits knows you have enough freaky children.”
“YOU?” Vessatha spit out, gaping again. “I can picture you eating babies, not caring for them!” She ignored the barb about her “freaky” children, as she knew well enough that to question the statement would be to start a whole ‘nother argument. Not to mention her children /were/ kinda freaky.. It was hard to deny.
“Ooh, she does have claws!” Kassandra cackled. “I have a way with children. You’ll see.” She said with a confidence Vessatha didn’t trust. Kass sighed heavily, wishing she could be taking a nap… or snaring a mate. That was the other purpose of this visit, afterall. Men men men. “What, do I have to shove the concept down your throat? What kind of mother are you right now, anyways? You’re depressed up to your eyelids, you’re overburdened with work between caring for infants and an inability to concentrate – don’t think I don’t see that pile of papers over there! – and you can’t decide what you want to do with yourself. Hell if I’m going to do paperwork for you, ha, but I might as well be productive and care for the kids while I’m getting you back on track. Someone has to teach those smelly fiends how to be proper Kahmdens, after all.” Kassandra stated, then sat back in her chair, satisfied with her explanation. It wasn’t as if her dear cousin could argue about being a train wreck that was floating along on some river of oblivion.
“Fine! Fine, fine, fine, just stop talking, sweet suits.” Vessatha bent forward to massage her temples, wishing that Kassanda would just disappear… along with all of her problems. “Scarly can set you up with rooms. There’s a suite nearby mine. Just… just leave me alone for a while, we’ll talk about this later.” She slumped back into her chair, her eyes closed. Kassanda was nothing if not high-energy. It was painful just being in the same room with her, much less arguing!
Kassanda smiled sweetly. “Fantastic. Shall we arrange for me to meet the children in a few hours? I need some lunch, and you need a strong alcoholic drink, both of which take some time.”
Vessatha just waved her out of the room. “Yes, fine, whatever. Later. Scarly?”
The man opened the door as if he’d been there the entire time –which he probably had, knowing her staff. It wouldn’t be long before everyone knew of Kassanda’s abrupt arrival. Hell if /Vessie/ was introducing her to everyone..
“Delightful. In a few then, cousin..” Kassanda gracefully stood from her chair, smiled to Scarly, and allowed herself to be lead away.
Vessatha just resisted the urge to kick something.
Fic No: 1. Introduction
Characters: Vessatha, Kassanda [Currently NPC]
Word Count: 1485
Careful! It's long! XD
“Miss Vessatha, you have a visitor.” Scarly said from the doorway, an odd expression on his face. Vessie smiled briefly at him – he insisted on calling her “Miss” despite her age and her title, and she found it endearing because of how long he’d worked for her – then blinked, and looked down at her schedule.
“A visitor? I don’t have any appointments for today… Who is it?” She asked with a frown, craning her neck to try to see out the doorway, which was a futile effort, as always.
“I think you’d better see f—“ Scarly was cut off by the abrupt entrance of a tall, bipedal female.
“Hello, cousin,” Kassanda said with her usual confidence. She strode in and sat down in one of Vessie’s chairs, appearing to be completely at ease with simply dropping in on a relative she hadn’t seen in, oh, thirty years? The ferret/mink mix crossed her legs and gave the gaping ferret in front of her a winning smile. “Don’t look so constipated, it doesn’t become you.”
“Kassie, what the hell are you doing here? Since when do you leave the Forest?” Vessie continued to stare despite the reprimand, unable to believe the Card sitting in front of her. As far as she knew her relatives had given her up for lost that fateful day she’d deserted the Forest, and it was hard to believe even one of them had bothered to look her up in Spades, much less actually drop by.
“I’m staying with you for a while. I didn’t want to leave the Forest, but I was elected your babysitter. Not to mention all of the men back home are pansies and don’t want to deal with me, and Mother’s been nagging at me to find a mate. I’m going to snag me a nice complacent Selkie man.. or maybe an Avington, I haven’t decided which.” Kassandra grinned and extended her claws briefly, apparently to illuminate exactly what she meant by “snagging” a husband.
“You’re WHAT? And what do you mean, my BABYSITTER? Have you lost your mind?” Vessatha nearly screeched, glad Scarly had thought to close the door. This wasn’t going to be a quiet confrontation, it seemed.
“Yes, your babysitter, you foolish woman. What, did you really think we were going to let you continue to cavort around and have stink-bug babies with whatever horny man or woman passes you by? No, you’ve gone off the deep end, and now I’m stuck cleaning up your mess.” Kass drummed her fingers on her knee, watching the ferret with an entirely displeased look. She could be off finding men right now instead of having this argument… but no, Vessatha was stubborn, and she was just going to have to talk sense until the dumb woman listened.
“What? …. WHAT? You- you- you have no right to be involved in my life!” Vessie stuttered, now gaping in disbelief. Her family, the family that had been absent from her life since she was a teenager, was now going to try and interfere in her life? This was /not/ happening. No, she’d just have to make her cousin leave…
“Developing a stutter?” Kassandra asked with a mild smirk, then continued, “Au contraire, my dear, family has every right to intervene when a member has strayed too far from their path. We nearly sent Biddy in – you remember Aunt Biddy, right? – when you had that first litter with that crazy Tulgey woman, but Biddy croaked a week too soon. You seemed to pick yourself up after you went into Spades, so we just kept an eye on you, but this is too much. The Bog, Vessatha, really?” She paused to make rather authentic gagging noises. “And the King of HEARTS? Why didn’t you just go for the Queen while you were at it! Suits, woman.” Kassandra rolled her eyes, and kept talking before Vessie could get any words out. “You are Kahmden, like it or not, and you’re about to go off the deep end if you keep fucking with yourself like this. I’m here to put you on track.” She ended her rant on a mild note, and tried to smile reassuringly, though it ended up being a creepier smile than she’d intended.
Vessatha was silent for a long moment, and simply stared down at her desk. Yes, she’d betrayed herself and her morals. Yes, she never should have slept with Pale, or even Quinn, if you wanted to go back /that/ far. It was all true, and she wasn’t about to deny it; the question was whether or not Kassanda was really going to do her any good. Her memories of her cousin were of an impetuous young girl ordering all her elder cousins around… and getting her way all the time, somehow. It was a scary thought. “How do you know all this?” She asked with a pained expression. “My life isn’t publicized in a book somewhere, as far as I know.”
Kass laughed heartily. “Oh, you foolish woman. Family keeps an eye out for family. You didn’t think we’d leave you just because you left, now did you?” The expression on Vessatha’s face said yes, that was exactly what she thought, so Kassanda continued. “Everything travels through the grapevine. There’s not much we don’t know about you or what you’ve been doing. Creepy, isn’t it?” She grinned, leaning forward to wiggle her eyebrows at her cousin.
Vessatha began rubbing at her eyes, sensing a tension headache coming on. Goddamnit, she didn’t need anyone else’s help to get her life back in order. It was her problem, wasn’t it? She would fix it all on her own!
“So when are you showing me your smelly babies?” Kassa asked with an endearing smile.
“Why on earth would I do /that/?” Vessatha nearly snarled, her head slowly becoming a mask of pain.
“I’m your new nanny. Don’t you know—Well, I suppose you wouldn’t, pretending we didn’t exist the past thirty years like you have. I’m a nanny by profession, Vessatha. A medically-trained professional nanny. I’m a midwife as well, but if you need /that/ while I’m here I’ll give you a frickin’ abortion instead.” She snorted, and rolled her eyes. “Suits knows you have enough freaky children.”
“YOU?” Vessatha spit out, gaping again. “I can picture you eating babies, not caring for them!” She ignored the barb about her “freaky” children, as she knew well enough that to question the statement would be to start a whole ‘nother argument. Not to mention her children /were/ kinda freaky.. It was hard to deny.
“Ooh, she does have claws!” Kassandra cackled. “I have a way with children. You’ll see.” She said with a confidence Vessatha didn’t trust. Kass sighed heavily, wishing she could be taking a nap… or snaring a mate. That was the other purpose of this visit, afterall. Men men men. “What, do I have to shove the concept down your throat? What kind of mother are you right now, anyways? You’re depressed up to your eyelids, you’re overburdened with work between caring for infants and an inability to concentrate – don’t think I don’t see that pile of papers over there! – and you can’t decide what you want to do with yourself. Hell if I’m going to do paperwork for you, ha, but I might as well be productive and care for the kids while I’m getting you back on track. Someone has to teach those smelly fiends how to be proper Kahmdens, after all.” Kassandra stated, then sat back in her chair, satisfied with her explanation. It wasn’t as if her dear cousin could argue about being a train wreck that was floating along on some river of oblivion.
“Fine! Fine, fine, fine, just stop talking, sweet suits.” Vessatha bent forward to massage her temples, wishing that Kassanda would just disappear… along with all of her problems. “Scarly can set you up with rooms. There’s a suite nearby mine. Just… just leave me alone for a while, we’ll talk about this later.” She slumped back into her chair, her eyes closed. Kassanda was nothing if not high-energy. It was painful just being in the same room with her, much less arguing!
Kassanda smiled sweetly. “Fantastic. Shall we arrange for me to meet the children in a few hours? I need some lunch, and you need a strong alcoholic drink, both of which take some time.”
Vessatha just waved her out of the room. “Yes, fine, whatever. Later. Scarly?”
The man opened the door as if he’d been there the entire time –which he probably had, knowing her staff. It wouldn’t be long before everyone knew of Kassanda’s abrupt arrival. Hell if /Vessie/ was introducing her to everyone..
“Delightful. In a few then, cousin..” Kassanda gracefully stood from her chair, smiled to Scarly, and allowed herself to be lead away.
Vessatha just resisted the urge to kick something.
