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maskormenace2017-03-01 06:14 am
magnitudes) wrote in maskormenace2017-03-01 06:14 am
00? ( video. ) not sarissa, tho.
( There is a woman on screen who looks remarkably unconcerned.
She also looks familiar, possibly, given that the family resemblance between Sarissa and her grandmother is staggering. Notable differences – this woman is obviously wearing something a little more era appropriate for this place, but still not quite right, in faded green and brown cut to match World War II era demands, all practicality. A scar, or an injury in the process of becoming a scar, cuts down from her left cheekbone towards her jaw, and it creases into something like a dimple when she speaks.
Between the knuckles of her fore and index fingers rests a cigar, white smoke curling upwards and blooming outwards like a drop of ink twisting through water. Her accent, when she speaks, is markedly Greek. )
I have always heard America called the “Land of Opportunity.” Opportunity— ( A small gesture with her free hand, palm flat and facing down - so-so. )
Maybe. Feet draggers, I think, more likely. And poor filing, ah? That is definite.
( There is a little smile, though it’s not a very mirthful thing, as she picks up a file. ) I was giving the paperwork for a Sarissa Theron. They insist it’s mine, but— no. If anyone knows this woman, I think it better these papers get back to safe hands.
( Her smile widens, sharpens. )
My name is Eunike. For the record? This is— cock and balls. Bullshit. Dragging us from our own wars, to fight theirs? That is convenient, no? Cowardice, I think.
( Note: this is related to the Dial Straits plot. Sarissa ported out on the 1st March and this is set on the 3rd – for those two days Sarissa’s device would have been disconnected. Now is back in action, but in the wrong hands. )
She also looks familiar, possibly, given that the family resemblance between Sarissa and her grandmother is staggering. Notable differences – this woman is obviously wearing something a little more era appropriate for this place, but still not quite right, in faded green and brown cut to match World War II era demands, all practicality. A scar, or an injury in the process of becoming a scar, cuts down from her left cheekbone towards her jaw, and it creases into something like a dimple when she speaks.
Between the knuckles of her fore and index fingers rests a cigar, white smoke curling upwards and blooming outwards like a drop of ink twisting through water. Her accent, when she speaks, is markedly Greek. )
I have always heard America called the “Land of Opportunity.” Opportunity— ( A small gesture with her free hand, palm flat and facing down - so-so. )
Maybe. Feet draggers, I think, more likely. And poor filing, ah? That is definite.
( There is a little smile, though it’s not a very mirthful thing, as she picks up a file. ) I was giving the paperwork for a Sarissa Theron. They insist it’s mine, but— no. If anyone knows this woman, I think it better these papers get back to safe hands.
( Her smile widens, sharpens. )
My name is Eunike. For the record? This is— cock and balls. Bullshit. Dragging us from our own wars, to fight theirs? That is convenient, no? Cowardice, I think.
( Note: this is related to the Dial Straits plot. Sarissa ported out on the 1st March and this is set on the 3rd – for those two days Sarissa’s device would have been disconnected. Now is back in action, but in the wrong hands. )
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( Her bitterness comes with a side of bitterness. Sharp, blunt in ways that seem beyond what someone of her age should be.)
You have not lived in a state of war, have you?
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[She doesn't even realize the deep, painful flaw in her argument, ironic to the very heart of her heart - Clara Oswald has not lived in wartime. She's always been able to put down the sword or the gun, to heal her wounds and wash her face and jet off to a new destination. She's brought down ruthless rulers, but she's never suffered under one; she's tended to the wounded, but she's never had to mourn them. Clara is a visitor of war, and a volunteer, but never a victim. Once, years ago, she would have chastised the Doctor for such a rant, sent him scrambling for his notecards. Now, it isn't even a thought.]
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How old are you, little girl? Because you are either a liar, or your wars lasted only short bursts. You speak of other worlds, and lasting millions of years - so either you are speaking about wars that are removed from you, or that you only know in theory, I think. I watched my parents farmhouse be burned to the ground. I had three sisters and two brothers when this war began, and now I have none of them. The Earth might survive, but they didn't. The statues and mountains might still stand, but I've seen good men and women die, and the Earth surviving means nothing to them. You might be a commander, you brat, but my team and I do not have the luxury of command or resources or your many worlds. Don't speak to me about hope. You are arrogant, and you are condescending. Fine qualities in a high commander.