A Saga of Tanya the Evil/The Irregular at Magic High School crossover.
I do not in any way, shape, or form lay claim to either of these works.
This is just a work of admiration from one fan, to those others that share the same interest.
The only characters or places I lay claim to are those solely of my own creation.
The War on Obliviousness, supply lines.
Monday, June 23rd, 8:00 PM. The residence of Tanya and Visha.
Visha hums to herself as she putters around the house, making sure that things are in proper order. It wasn't like Tanya to miss practice, but she figured that it must have been something important. She glances at the clock again, frowning a bit at the time. She would have figured that her former commander would have been back by now. The thought of something happening to the Argent flashes through her mind,then she shakes her head and dismisses such an idea. Even without her old computation orb, the White Silver was more than capable of handling anything that wouldn't cause an undue amount of mayhem and havoc to the city with her CAD, after all. No, something must have come up that needed her personal attention, perhaps the matter that Jane had to discuss with her?
When she hears the sound of a key in the lock, she turns with an expectant look in her eyes, glancing to the side to make sure that everything is still in order, the stew still simmering nicely on the stove and bread just waiting for the application of butter freshly out of the oven, or at least in the last two hours. Everything is ready for brewing a cup of her dear commandant's favorite coffee, as well. Yes, everything is perfect. She looks forward just as the door opens, a happy smile on her face. "Welcome home, Tanya. I take it your talk lasted longer than expected?"
She falters for a moment at the almost haggard look on her former superiors face, at the distracted look in her eyes. Shaking her head, and knowing that if it's something that she can help with the Argent will surely ask for it, she smiles again. "I have supper ready, why don't you sit? I will have a fresh pot of your coffee ready for you in just a bit." With that, she turns and hurries into the kitchen, knowing that right now Tanya needs her black brew to help settle her mind and work through whatever has her looking so thoughtful.
She can feel the eyes of her companion on her back, an intensity to her gaze that is evident when she casts a covert look back as she bustles about with her preparations. Surely, whatever it was must be of vital importance to have her former commander looking so intense. Visha would be lying if she didn't admit to herself that being the recipient of one of her former superiors intense gaze wasn't thrilling in some way, like flying into a firefight before you realize just how deadly it is, when you are still caught up in the joy and freedom of flight, and feeling invincible. It was a heady feeling, but one that could turn deadly at any moment.
Honestly, Visha could admit she almost missed it at times.
But to be here, enjoying the peace and quiet with her companion. To be walking with her in a world that isn't out to kill them both at every turn? To experience this domestic bliss? She much preferred this.
It was like when they were forming the battalion, working with the Argent, helping her commander out in such a way was something that she craved. The little gestures that showed she was appreciated, that she was valued. That is what she lived for now. So, she would keep down her feelings and focus on what they had. It was much less confusing for the refugee from another time and place.
Even if the almost nightly covert cuddle...Errr, emotional comfort sessions, were very nice. Visha shakes her head again, trying to derail that particular train of thought before it got her mind going in places she wasn't ready for it to go. Right now, the odd frame of mind her companion seemed to be in was of much higher importance.
She quickly puts the finishing touches on both of their meals, her tea poured and ready and Tanya's coffee ready to go. The stew is ladled into bowls, bread is cut and ready to be consumed and the pie is ready to be cut. Perfection. With a happy smile on her face and a lighter heart, Visha makes her way to the table and lays out their meal for the two of them.
Supper is a quiet affair, which is normal. The little covert looks Visha is getting from the taciturn Argent? Those are something new. Something that Visha finds precious, even if it is a bit unnerving since she doesn't know what grand thoughts are passing through the magnificent mind of her former commander.
When they finish eating, Tanya takes a long look at Visha, then looks away suddenly before speaking. "Thank you for supper, Visha. It was perfect, as is to be expected of you. I honestly don't know how I would have made it where I am now without you. It's something...I probably should have told you more often, before. I might have taken you for granted at times."
Visha blushes brightly, and shakes her head as she waves her hands in quite the flustered state. "Oh no ma'am! I've always been happy to take care of you, it's my greatest duty, the one that I enjoy the most."
Tanya smiles sadly. "Duty, hrm? Yes, I could see that." With that, Tanya rises and picks up her newspaper. "I will read for a bit, then after a shower I think I will head for bed. Thank you again, Visha."
Visha watches her walk off, a heavy weight settling in her heart before she snaps herself out of it, pouring another cup of coffee and sitting it at the Argent's ready on her table for when she reaches for it without seeming to think about it. The joy that Visha feels as she watches her companion savor the cup fills her with a lightness and a heady energy. Taking a moment to reflect, she sets about the nightly tasks of making sure that they both have fresh uniforms for tomorrow laid out, the bath ready for Tanya's shower, and all the other little details that fill the structure of her night.
Later, after they both are ready for bed Visha lays there until she is sure that Tanya is asleep before padding over to slip quietly under the covers and holds her companion close as they sleep, unaware of the sleepy blue eyes that open for a moment then close in contentment as a little wriggle finds a more comfortable place in the arms of her companion.
That same night, 10:00 PM at the Facility One tactical command room.
Dr. Schugel storms into the room, tying off her robe. "Report!" She snaps as she strides quickly over to the situation operations console, fixing the technician with an icy glare.
"Ma'am! ORACLE is reporting an imminent intrusion into our sphere of influence. Delphi and Mallus are at 95% certainty, Corinth is abstaining. As the time frame becomes more certain, we will update the sitrep, Ma'am!" The technician says, glancing covertly at the temperamental facility lead.
"Get an answer from Corinth as soon as possible, and make sure that the response teams are ready." She says then turns to another technician. "Any unusual movement with Subjects One and Two?"
"No, Ma'am. They have turned in for the night, all telemetry from the implanted CAD seems normal, as well. The entropic interference from Subject Two is remaining manageable, as well. No problems to report." The technician snaps out.
She looks back at the first technician. "Check on the dates of the live fire exercises, make sure that we don't have too high of an interference rate, I need to know that those exercises are going to be able to be carried out." She sweeps the room one more time then runs a hand through her messy hair. "I will be in my room if you find out anything. Carry on."
Once she is gone, the technicians look at each other, swallow and go back to their work.
In her quarters, Dr. Adeline Schugel sighs as she leans against the door, a pensive look on her face. "Surely, no one has gotten good enough intel on our subjects to act yet? We have been careful, and ORACLE sweeps each person here on a regular basis, so the chances of a mole or informant are low. We are so close to a major breakthrough, I know it." She walks over and examines one of the odder samples they had collected.
A glass cube fitted with telltales and sensors sits on her desk, all readings the same. What was inside was what was truly fascinating, though. A piece of Viktoriya Serebryakov's heart was in the container, in the exact same shape as when it was extracted all those months ago. Timeless, unchanging and seeming to be indestructible. Frozen in time, a perfect form of stasis. A truly amazing puzzle. One that the good doctor would decipher, no matter what it took.
Tuesday, June 24th, the residence of Tanya and Visha. 6:00 AM.
Tanya wakes slowly, stretching. Her bed is empty besides herself, a surety that what she had experienced had to be just a pleasant dream brought on by the conversation that she had shared with Jane the previous day and her own unresolved and hidden feelings and desires. Honestly, the hormones of this body had to be playing havoc with her reason.
She follows her nose towards the wonderful smell of the black brew that beckons her from the warmth of her bed, smiling and nodding at her companion as she enters the kitchenette. "Good morning, Visha. I trust that you slept well?"
Visha turns, smiling warmly at her companion. "Oh, I slept wonderfully, thank you for asking. Breakfast is just about ready, and everything is ready for school. I hope that you don't have any other pressing secret meetings today?" She asks as she goes back to her cooking, smirking at the little cough from the Argent. Honestly, Tanya was adorable the few times when she was awkward.
"As far as I know, I have no plans besides school and practice today. Tomorrow we have to go see the good doctor again. She wants to make our weekly checkup a bit earlier than normal, something about an exercise this weekend. She said that she will give us all the details then. I wonder if they have finally cleared you for duty as well, then?" Tanya muses as she accepts her cup of black brew. "Thank you, Visha."
"You are quite welcome, Tanya." Visha says as she lays out the plates of sausage, eggs, toast and butter. "I have to admit, I really could get used to the food in this world." She says before digging into her meal.
Tanya laughs softly and shakes her head. "And I will never get used to how you can place food above all the other wonders this world has to offer." She says as she savors her own meal, watching her companion eat with gusto and feeling a contentment settle over her. No matter what could be, was it worth risking what they did have? These ponderings are quickly becoming all too common to Tanya, and she knew that Jane was right. Decisions would have to be made eventually, or the choice of deciding would be taken from her.
She shakes her head, putting it off for now, once again. Soon enough, she kept telling herself. A decision and a plan of action were needed, but they could wait for just a bit longer. Not that she was afraid of being rejected, it was just...Tactical planning. Yes, that was it. Tactical planning.
Tanya smirked to herself, feeling a bit more in sorts once again.
Visha, for her part, enjoyed watching the flicker of thoughts and emotions that passed over her former superiors face. It was amazing to watch genius in action, to know that you were there when world changing plots and plans were laid out. Honestly, it made dealing with these strange and awkward emotions worth it.
Most of the time.
*A/N*
Sorry for the bit later posting this time, got hung up on word choice :P
I am planning on a full round of updates in the next 24 hours if the muse sticks with me!
Thank you once again for R/R! It means a lot to me!
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