on_her_korhal: (kerrigan ghost: strained)
on_her_korhal ([personal profile] on_her_korhal) wrote2011-01-12 01:55 pm
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29 Chimera Court, Wednesday Afternoon

After her class was over, Kerrigan hurried home. She had put out a call for River to show her face this week, and her lieutenant's Overlord should have arrived at the corner of town a short while ago. Not that telepathic communication didn't generally suit their purposes fine, but sometimes it was just n-- useful to do these things face-to-face.

Maybe it was just a human affectation she had never quite managed to scrub away completely.

There were things to discuss, though; things about xel'naga artifacts, and terran troop movements, and Arcturus's amusingly fast new build-up for his shattered little empire. Most of them were convinced now that the zerg had run off and left them alone, and that impression suited Kerrigan just fine...

[[ for River, though the roomie can butt in before River gets here if she wants ]]

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2011-01-12 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
A risk though. But worth it if it succeeds.

Kerrigan's emotions made her uneasy.

[identity profile] on-her-korhal.livejournal.com 2011-01-12 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe. But we'll have to take our time. We've still got years...

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2011-01-12 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Time passes.

Then suddenly she smiled.

"Will you tell me about the newcomers?" This time she didn't ask for their usefulness.

[identity profile] on-her-korhal.livejournal.com 2011-01-12 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"There's not much to tell," Kerrigan said, making the shift fluidly. "It's a new batch, in a new semester, lost in all the old ways. No old friends."

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2011-01-12 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"And no new ones." It wasn't really a question.

[identity profile] on-her-korhal.livejournal.com 2011-01-12 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," she said, simply. That's not why I'm here.