Title: Flutter.
Rating: PG-13.
Pairing: Uhh. X_x OH YEAH. Thomas/Fiona/Irvine! Or, at least, I'm going to try. Who Fiona ends up with in the end is totally up to my beloved readers. Lol, yes, that means she can end with Ban, or Prozen, or she can run off into the horizon all by herself.
Notes: Lalalala. I wrote the majority of this while I was really out of it and dancing around to Jimmy Eat World, so general OOC-ness is bound to be there and I'm just too hyper right now to read it through and check. I'll probably rewrite it later.
PROZEN IS ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Harding is that creepy, purple haired chick who was always with him, too, if you didn't know.
Updates on this will probably be once every weekend – probably not this one, or the next, because of mother's day and my parents thinking I need a life outside my writing and constant sleep ( .. life? *doubtful look* ). In other words, I'm finally going to archery. Whoo! XD Buuut you can expect them soon. I promise.
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"What do you know of her?" Lounging rather casually within the shadows had been the typical enemy, his elbows propped atop a desktop, fingers knit together with his chin resting upon the flat plane of his hands. Eyes had been cast downward, focusing upon a large pile of papers between his arms.
"Reports tell of her traveling still with the group of two. She aided in the helping of bringing Rudolf back to the Empire, as well, Prozen, sir." Harding hadn't changed in the slightest. Her form remaining rigid as she saluted in the midst of speaking, falling even more so stiff as she lowered her arm to her side once more. The action was fluid, in spite of her posture, not even a single, lavender strand falling out of place as she moved.
"Anything else?" He nodded against his hands and looked upward briefly in thought.
She paused, lips turning downward momentarily. What else was there to say? They only knew so much about the group, in spite of the constant trouble they had previously caused within the Empire. Inwardly shaking the thought away, she continued slowly, thoughtfully, "She seems very -- attached to the Organoid that the young boy has, sir."
"Hm." He nodded once again and lifted his chin. He acknowledged their limits, though this needed to be done. He waved his hands dismissively towards her and sighed quietly. "Send out a handful of unmarked Zoids. Check everywhere, though refrain from doing -- damage."
"If we find her, sir?" She would have nodded in acknowledgement, if the man before her had been of any lower ranking. Instead, her eyes narrowed faintly, absorbing the commands instantly.
"Separate her from the group and bring her back here. Don't let them follow you back." He dropped his hand and took up the topmost paper from the stack, looking it up and down in mock curiosity.
"And the Organoid, sir?" She pressed still, brows hiking mildly.
"Leave it. We have no use for it." His eyes didn't leave the paper and the tone of his voice dipped into something of utter boredom. If that wasn't the most obvious portrayal of wanting to be alone, he wasn't sure what was.
"Yes, sir." Concealing her scowl only by biting her tongue, she saluted once more, pivoted on her heel and stiffly retreated from the room.
He watched her leave, waiting until she had cleared the area before turning his head and staring distastefully into a random direction. He needed to know more -- not just boring, typical facts that any man, or woman, could have told him. He needed everything.
Her true identity. Background information, on both her, the boy, the stupid Schwarz brother and her previous teammates. He needed information on the Organoid -- more than he already knew. He needed to know of the Guardian Force, so he could provide the ideal way to distract them.
He needed someone to go inside for him. To research without having any suspicion.
A little money and persuasion could aid to this. He smiled and returned his gaze down to the paper, considering the numerous ways.
Rating: PG-13.
Pairing: Uhh. X_x OH YEAH. Thomas/Fiona/Irvine! Or, at least, I'm going to try. Who Fiona ends up with in the end is totally up to my beloved readers. Lol, yes, that means she can end with Ban, or Prozen, or she can run off into the horizon all by herself.
Notes: Lalalala. I wrote the majority of this while I was really out of it and dancing around to Jimmy Eat World, so general OOC-ness is bound to be there and I'm just too hyper right now to read it through and check. I'll probably rewrite it later.
PROZEN IS ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Harding is that creepy, purple haired chick who was always with him, too, if you didn't know.
Updates on this will probably be once every weekend – probably not this one, or the next, because of mother's day and my parents thinking I need a life outside my writing and constant sleep ( .. life? *doubtful look* ). In other words, I'm finally going to archery. Whoo! XD Buuut you can expect them soon. I promise.
- - - -
"What do you know of her?" Lounging rather casually within the shadows had been the typical enemy, his elbows propped atop a desktop, fingers knit together with his chin resting upon the flat plane of his hands. Eyes had been cast downward, focusing upon a large pile of papers between his arms.
"Reports tell of her traveling still with the group of two. She aided in the helping of bringing Rudolf back to the Empire, as well, Prozen, sir." Harding hadn't changed in the slightest. Her form remaining rigid as she saluted in the midst of speaking, falling even more so stiff as she lowered her arm to her side once more. The action was fluid, in spite of her posture, not even a single, lavender strand falling out of place as she moved.
"Anything else?" He nodded against his hands and looked upward briefly in thought.
She paused, lips turning downward momentarily. What else was there to say? They only knew so much about the group, in spite of the constant trouble they had previously caused within the Empire. Inwardly shaking the thought away, she continued slowly, thoughtfully, "She seems very -- attached to the Organoid that the young boy has, sir."
"Hm." He nodded once again and lifted his chin. He acknowledged their limits, though this needed to be done. He waved his hands dismissively towards her and sighed quietly. "Send out a handful of unmarked Zoids. Check everywhere, though refrain from doing -- damage."
"If we find her, sir?" She would have nodded in acknowledgement, if the man before her had been of any lower ranking. Instead, her eyes narrowed faintly, absorbing the commands instantly.
"Separate her from the group and bring her back here. Don't let them follow you back." He dropped his hand and took up the topmost paper from the stack, looking it up and down in mock curiosity.
"And the Organoid, sir?" She pressed still, brows hiking mildly.
"Leave it. We have no use for it." His eyes didn't leave the paper and the tone of his voice dipped into something of utter boredom. If that wasn't the most obvious portrayal of wanting to be alone, he wasn't sure what was.
"Yes, sir." Concealing her scowl only by biting her tongue, she saluted once more, pivoted on her heel and stiffly retreated from the room.
He watched her leave, waiting until she had cleared the area before turning his head and staring distastefully into a random direction. He needed to know more -- not just boring, typical facts that any man, or woman, could have told him. He needed everything.
Her true identity. Background information, on both her, the boy, the stupid Schwarz brother and her previous teammates. He needed information on the Organoid -- more than he already knew. He needed to know of the Guardian Force, so he could provide the ideal way to distract them.
He needed someone to go inside for him. To research without having any suspicion.
A little money and persuasion could aid to this. He smiled and returned his gaze down to the paper, considering the numerous ways.