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[August 22, 2008][Original] Give Me a Sign
Title: Give Me a Sign
Day/Theme: Aug. 22, 2008 "Behind closed doors"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Jin Rembrandt, Allon Bridgeson, various associates of Jin
Rating: PG
"Show me a sign that will let me know you I can trust you," Allon Bridgeson whispered into the dark of the room. He could barely see the group sitting across from him in the weak light. Perhaps it was better that way. The only one Allon had met with in the light of day was Madonna. She was lovely and a bit extravagant in her attire, which was basically exactly what he had expected based on what he had heard from his contacts. He did not fear to see Madonna, Karl, Michael, and Jin himself, but the last member of the fearful group...it was believed that he was not even human.
Jin had done all the talking. Allon supposed it was his hand that reached out of the shadows, sliding a folded sheet of paper across the table. "Will this serve that purpose?"
Allon took the paper and opened it. It showed two columns, one with a scribbled drawing of a skull at its top, the other with a crown. Under the skull was listed: Elisa, O., Ghirans, Western Mountain Coalition. Under the crown it said: Solio, Oride, Sukaki, A. Bridgeson. There was little comfort to be found in a list of those who had meant their downfall at the hands of Jin Rembrandt and those who had benefitted from his work. Most of those who had benefitted had done so merely as side effect of his efforts. When he had deserted General O., General Oride found a time to shine. When he poisoned Queen Elisa, Crown Prince Solio stepped up as her successor. When the Ghirans fell, it was naturally a victory for Sukaki and all the other kingdoms threatened by their imperial ambitions. Allon was not sure he wanted his ascension to be nothing but an after effect of the destruction of the Western Mountain Coalition. It implied that Jin would take them on as an enemy, but not that he would work for Allon as an ally.
"Is this merely a foolish scribbling, or can I take it to be a contract?" Allon inquired. As much as he hated to put any faith in the scrap of paper, there was a chance that it was the best he was going to get out of this fickle man. Say no to the note and a week later, Jin might be sitting at the head of the WMC with a smirk on his face and a plan in his hand.
"I don't make contracts," Jin said, "I just make decisions. But you can consider that proof of where I sit with things now."
Allon was not consoled. One of the chairs in the dark shifted and there was a eerie sound that reminded him of scraping bones. Allon could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Was that an old Ghamari-style helmet balanced on the head of the tallest figure?
"I'm not in a place of power. I have to accept what help I could gather," Allon admitted, "I will take your word for it, Mr. Rembrandt, and I'll let you work freely as you prefer."
The hand reached back out of the shadows. As Jin leaned forward, his face was slightly visible. His eyes were bright. He seemed rather excited, or at least animated in some manner, by the exchange. Allon shook his hand. "Done," Jin smiled.
Day/Theme: Aug. 22, 2008 "Behind closed doors"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Jin Rembrandt, Allon Bridgeson, various associates of Jin
Rating: PG
"Show me a sign that will let me know you I can trust you," Allon Bridgeson whispered into the dark of the room. He could barely see the group sitting across from him in the weak light. Perhaps it was better that way. The only one Allon had met with in the light of day was Madonna. She was lovely and a bit extravagant in her attire, which was basically exactly what he had expected based on what he had heard from his contacts. He did not fear to see Madonna, Karl, Michael, and Jin himself, but the last member of the fearful group...it was believed that he was not even human.
Jin had done all the talking. Allon supposed it was his hand that reached out of the shadows, sliding a folded sheet of paper across the table. "Will this serve that purpose?"
Allon took the paper and opened it. It showed two columns, one with a scribbled drawing of a skull at its top, the other with a crown. Under the skull was listed: Elisa, O., Ghirans, Western Mountain Coalition. Under the crown it said: Solio, Oride, Sukaki, A. Bridgeson. There was little comfort to be found in a list of those who had meant their downfall at the hands of Jin Rembrandt and those who had benefitted from his work. Most of those who had benefitted had done so merely as side effect of his efforts. When he had deserted General O., General Oride found a time to shine. When he poisoned Queen Elisa, Crown Prince Solio stepped up as her successor. When the Ghirans fell, it was naturally a victory for Sukaki and all the other kingdoms threatened by their imperial ambitions. Allon was not sure he wanted his ascension to be nothing but an after effect of the destruction of the Western Mountain Coalition. It implied that Jin would take them on as an enemy, but not that he would work for Allon as an ally.
"Is this merely a foolish scribbling, or can I take it to be a contract?" Allon inquired. As much as he hated to put any faith in the scrap of paper, there was a chance that it was the best he was going to get out of this fickle man. Say no to the note and a week later, Jin might be sitting at the head of the WMC with a smirk on his face and a plan in his hand.
"I don't make contracts," Jin said, "I just make decisions. But you can consider that proof of where I sit with things now."
Allon was not consoled. One of the chairs in the dark shifted and there was a eerie sound that reminded him of scraping bones. Allon could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Was that an old Ghamari-style helmet balanced on the head of the tallest figure?
"I'm not in a place of power. I have to accept what help I could gather," Allon admitted, "I will take your word for it, Mr. Rembrandt, and I'll let you work freely as you prefer."
The hand reached back out of the shadows. As Jin leaned forward, his face was slightly visible. His eyes were bright. He seemed rather excited, or at least animated in some manner, by the exchange. Allon shook his hand. "Done," Jin smiled.