bzarcher | (no subject)

First, happy birthday,

big_daddy_shaun. Wierd morning at work so far. But.

Now, a braindropping.
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The room was darkened so we could see the projection of a young man. Thin and ragged looking, my nose twitched, and I swore I could almost smell his unwashed clothes. To my left, a soft, deep voice spoke.

"So he's our prospect?"

The woman standing with the projection nodded, and adjusted her glasses. "He is. Age 23, suspected of other crimes, and apparently has a habit of tracking the village's girls when they go into the fields and woods."

"Interesting...any signs of predatorial behavior, or simply watching?"

"Watching. And that leads me to think he may not neccesarily be guilty...but I am almost dead certain he can tell exactly who is." She reached out to the projection, rotated it slightly, and adjusted it so that we could see his face in profile from either side.

"Notice his ears? How the one is larger and pointed-" Suddenly, she was cut off by another voice to my side.

"A fucking halfbreed! Oh. Um. Sorry, Nae." I turned to look and Grasha, and he was actually blushing contritely. Then, I looked back to the woman, and realized that her hair was not just bound in an intricate, beautiful design of interwoven braids, but one that concealed her right ear entrely.

Her lips narrowed, and she spoke with a smile that wasn't. "Yes. He does seem to be the appropriate body type and appearance."

Finally, the Captain spoke again. "Details on his heritage? I don't want to assume what could be a simple birth defect."

"Mother was a virgin prior to his conception, and married a village boy a few months after she started to show. He was apparently passed off as simply being the two being unchaste...but I think we all know that village gossips never forget. Apparently his mother had gone into Deep Wood at one point before she married. There's a good chance she was taken, seduced, and her family concealed it with the marraige."

Nodding to her words, the Captain's gaze seemed to cut holes in the air. "If he's guilty, we extend the fullness of the law. If not..."

Naeshll's eyes flashed like a hunting cat's. "If not, and he is ungifted, we leave him be...but if he has talents we might use, we will take him with us."

Suddenly, her eyes locked on mine, and I shivered at her voice sounding in my mind. /Just as we did with you./

I suddenly felt a great swell of pity for the poor unwashed bastard.
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Wish I knew where /that/ came from. It's been tapping on my head since late last night.