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on_her_korhalFandom still held some surprises after all, as it turned out.
A certain young blonde telepath had shown up on Kerrigan's doorstep last night. That... had been a surprise. On the other hand, she had mused, it was almost as if the island were actively trying to cast its more talented inhabitants into her lap. Far be it from her to look a gift horse in the mouth.
So to speak.
Kerrigan had kept her curiosity in check the previous night, but Emma's mental state had been a little-- hm. Useful? She supposed she could find out how useful now, in the morning. And so by time dawn broke, Kerrigan was heading back into the room where she had left Emma a mattress, two cups of coffee in her hands.
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A certain young blonde telepath had shown up on Kerrigan's doorstep last night. That... had been a surprise. On the other hand, she had mused, it was almost as if the island were actively trying to cast its more talented inhabitants into her lap. Far be it from her to look a gift horse in the mouth.
So to speak.
Kerrigan had kept her curiosity in check the previous night, but Emma's mental state had been a little-- hm. Useful? She supposed she could find out how useful now, in the morning. And so by time dawn broke, Kerrigan was heading back into the room where she had left Emma a mattress, two cups of coffee in her hands.
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Date: 2011-04-22 05:28 pm (UTC)A pause, then: "What of him now, then?" she asked, mental fingers prying ever-gently at the weak spot she'd created.
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Date: 2011-04-22 05:37 pm (UTC)Her fingers clenched slightly, reflexively, at the thought of Winston in her territory. With her people. This was her place, and the anger she'd kept bottled up for the last day surged dangerously close to the surface.
She took a deep breath and focused on tamping it down, channeling it into continuous, passive scans of the island. She was keeping track of where her family went and who they talked to, as best she could, and her attention to that made her less-aware of the rest of her psionic surroundings.
"For now, I'm letting the law run him in circles," she continued after a moment. "If we can't get him to back off permanently, at least this will give me some breathing room to plot my next move."
"I've hopefully planted the seeds of rebellion in my youngest sister, Cordelia. With any luck, maybe I'll get an ally on the inside."
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Date: 2011-04-22 05:44 pm (UTC)Simple phrases worked best. The combination of half-infestation, half-telepathic control she'd used on Raszagal had been too blunt, too obvious. The Matriarch had broken through it eventually. And the process to infest another psionic was both dangerously unstable and too-obvious for those on the island who still remembered River's fate (Anakin).
But both those cases had been years ago, and now she needed only a firm but subtle touch - and Emma's trust in her - to weave a web of subconscious loyalty.
She could use Emma, some day. When the girl was off the island, and it would look like her own untampered choice.
"Like I said, I know a few ways to deal with men like him," she said, her smile feral, "and not all of them are immediately obvious. You aren't alone, Emma."
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Date: 2011-04-22 06:05 pm (UTC)"How am I not alone?" she finally bit out, frustrated. "I know you'd help, but right now I don't have time for anything elaborate. My friends will just charge in and do something stupid, and the most any of the teachers can do is stall. Everything rides on Miss Cabot being as good as people say she is, or I might end up in that house and never be seen again."
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Date: 2011-04-22 06:08 pm (UTC)She had not made it to Queen Bitch of the Universe without making sure there were certainties. Now all she'd need was time, and she had plenty of that.
"You're not alone because you have them at your beck and call," she said, with not even rudimentary consideration for how Emma's friends might feel about that assessment. "You have an army, should you wish it, and you have allies. What else do you want? People like you and I don't follow, we don't bank on one option and wait around, we lead. And there are always options for us."
Though really, she just meant 'I'.
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Date: 2011-04-22 06:44 pm (UTC)"Yes, I could have my 'queendom' in three years or less if I went the ruthless route. But I'd rather take my time, aim for five, and have my position secure from retaliation. Then I can take on the rest of the world."
Look, she didn't plan small. You had to give her that.
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Date: 2011-04-22 06:48 pm (UTC)Not that Kerrigan cared anymore, at this point. Emma could disagree with her all she wished - when it came down to it, she'd do what Kerrigan wanted. (And if that came with an empire in some other world? That would only be useful.)
"If your father locks you up, you'll have a war, like it or not," Kerrigan said, lightly. "But I'm hardly going to criticise you for having ambition. Now that would be mightily hypocritical of me."
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Date: 2011-04-22 09:31 pm (UTC)"But what are your ambitions? I mean, not that I don't love having you as a teacher, but I can't see you wanting to be an educator forever. I mean, if I can ask that."
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Date: 2011-04-23 02:53 am (UTC)If anyone on this island got that without going into a snit about Kerrigan being 'evil' or whatnot, well.
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Date: 2011-04-23 03:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-23 03:52 am (UTC)It'd be easier to keep tabs on when Emma left the island that way. "You're welcome to keep the suit. I have no need for it."