Post by Elsceetaria on Mar 16, 2012 15:02:43 GMT 10
Title: A Room Full of Women
Rating : PG-13
Word Count: 668
Crossover: Tortall/Emelan/Provosts Dog/Chronicles of Elantra/Harry Potter/Crown Duel/ Twilight/Hunger Games
Summary (and any Warnings): Brair goes looking for Tris and finds more than he was looking for. WARNING: Spoilers for Mockingjay.
Notes: So, this is a bit of a mess. I'm sorry. I had the general idea, but putting it together was a bit of a challenge.
Briar was looking for Tris. He wanted to ask her a question, and he knew that she was off somewhere with Daja and Sandry. He wasn’t sure what they were doing, but they had blocked him out. He was supposed banned from looking for them, but he’d never let such things stop him before. He followed the trace of her magic to a room that was mulling with voices. He opened the door and was faced with women of all kinds.
Tris was across the room talking with a group of people he didn’t know, but Daja was standing by herself much closer to the door.
As he began to cross the room, he heard. . .
“So, he’s just always there. I can never get any peace,” This came from a woman with her hair up with a stick, and some odd blue tattoos. She blazed oddly under his mage sight. Another woman, who looked as though she’d be more comfortable being in the woods than at this gathering, “Replied. I know what you mean. Seriously, do they not know how to give you any room?”
A blonde woman who would have been completely gorgeous if she hadn’t been so intense looking replied her attention on another woman on a woman equally pale and gorgeous with reddish brown hair on the other side of the room, “You should have seen my brother when he first met her. He used to watch her sleep. It was so creepy.”
The first two women shuddered, but the woodsy one replied, “At least you don’t have to worry about whether or not he killed your sister. Ugh, I would kill him for that.”
The one with the weird tattoos said, “Wait, he’s creepy and killed your siser.. Why are you still with him?”
“No it’s not like that. There were two different men, and it was never really that creepy.”
Another woman, this one wearing a basic black uniform of some kind stated, “At least, he made his feelings known. I know this guy who is amazing and there all the time, but it never seems to go beyond friendship. . .”
Briar was beginning to leave hearing range when he heard the blonde reply, “Well, that’s good, because seriously I would have killed Edward if I could have. Ugh, stupid humans.”
Briar walked past the next group on his way towards Daja.
“So, he left because he loved me.” Replied the woman with the pale skin and the reddish brown hair. Briar noticed that her eyes were red. This small detail made her seem as dangerous as her compatriot. “He said that proved that he loved me more, but that makes no sense.”
“Oh, that’s better. Ron left because he got mad at Harry. It was a mess,” replied a woman who was carrying several large books. Briar thought she’s get along with Tris.
“My first boyfriend left because he had to save his fief,” replied a monster of a woman. “Then there was this over man, who never seemed to get it in his head that I was even there.”
“Oh, Edward was like that at first, but then he opened up, and it was wonderful. That woman over there in the black, and the one over there with the long hair seemed to have similar problems. Maybe, we can figure out a way for him see you for the wonderful person you are.”
Briar began to move more quickly. The pale women were scaring him a little, and he chose not to dwell in their presence.
He was just beginning to catch the next fragment of conversation (an exotic looking woman complaining, “He wanted to name our daughter daffodil.”) when Daja caught sight of him. She opened her mind Why are you here?
He replied, I needed to ask Tris a question, and she was blocking me. What is this?
You don’t want to know. Just leave now.
Brair decided to leave. He had gotten almost all the way to the door when he heard someone proclaim, “Jackass.”
He was sure it was directed at him, but he didn’t turn around to find the speaker in the crowd.
Rating : PG-13
Word Count: 668
Crossover: Tortall/Emelan/Provosts Dog/Chronicles of Elantra/Harry Potter/Crown Duel/ Twilight/Hunger Games
Summary (and any Warnings): Brair goes looking for Tris and finds more than he was looking for. WARNING: Spoilers for Mockingjay.
Notes: So, this is a bit of a mess. I'm sorry. I had the general idea, but putting it together was a bit of a challenge.
Briar was looking for Tris. He wanted to ask her a question, and he knew that she was off somewhere with Daja and Sandry. He wasn’t sure what they were doing, but they had blocked him out. He was supposed banned from looking for them, but he’d never let such things stop him before. He followed the trace of her magic to a room that was mulling with voices. He opened the door and was faced with women of all kinds.
Tris was across the room talking with a group of people he didn’t know, but Daja was standing by herself much closer to the door.
As he began to cross the room, he heard. . .
“So, he’s just always there. I can never get any peace,” This came from a woman with her hair up with a stick, and some odd blue tattoos. She blazed oddly under his mage sight. Another woman, who looked as though she’d be more comfortable being in the woods than at this gathering, “Replied. I know what you mean. Seriously, do they not know how to give you any room?”
A blonde woman who would have been completely gorgeous if she hadn’t been so intense looking replied her attention on another woman on a woman equally pale and gorgeous with reddish brown hair on the other side of the room, “You should have seen my brother when he first met her. He used to watch her sleep. It was so creepy.”
The first two women shuddered, but the woodsy one replied, “At least you don’t have to worry about whether or not he killed your sister. Ugh, I would kill him for that.”
The one with the weird tattoos said, “Wait, he’s creepy and killed your siser.. Why are you still with him?”
“No it’s not like that. There were two different men, and it was never really that creepy.”
Another woman, this one wearing a basic black uniform of some kind stated, “At least, he made his feelings known. I know this guy who is amazing and there all the time, but it never seems to go beyond friendship. . .”
Briar was beginning to leave hearing range when he heard the blonde reply, “Well, that’s good, because seriously I would have killed Edward if I could have. Ugh, stupid humans.”
Briar walked past the next group on his way towards Daja.
“So, he left because he loved me.” Replied the woman with the pale skin and the reddish brown hair. Briar noticed that her eyes were red. This small detail made her seem as dangerous as her compatriot. “He said that proved that he loved me more, but that makes no sense.”
“Oh, that’s better. Ron left because he got mad at Harry. It was a mess,” replied a woman who was carrying several large books. Briar thought she’s get along with Tris.
“My first boyfriend left because he had to save his fief,” replied a monster of a woman. “Then there was this over man, who never seemed to get it in his head that I was even there.”
“Oh, Edward was like that at first, but then he opened up, and it was wonderful. That woman over there in the black, and the one over there with the long hair seemed to have similar problems. Maybe, we can figure out a way for him see you for the wonderful person you are.”
Briar began to move more quickly. The pale women were scaring him a little, and he chose not to dwell in their presence.
He was just beginning to catch the next fragment of conversation (an exotic looking woman complaining, “He wanted to name our daughter daffodil.”) when Daja caught sight of him. She opened her mind Why are you here?
He replied, I needed to ask Tris a question, and she was blocking me. What is this?
You don’t want to know. Just leave now.
Brair decided to leave. He had gotten almost all the way to the door when he heard someone proclaim, “Jackass.”
He was sure it was directed at him, but he didn’t turn around to find the speaker in the crowd.
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Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!