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[May 17] [Original] The Work on the Wall
Title: The Work on the Wall
Day/Theme: May 17, 2010 "Their bird wings severed like trophies"
Series: original
Character/Pairing: Bashir & Urbahn
Rating: PG
"Bashir, didn't you know?" Urbahn pushed up his glasses. He appeared genuinely surprised at the new inquisitor general's admission. "Teleri Shi'im killed the man who held that post before you."
"T-Teleri did?!" Bashir shuddered, unable to fully comprehend all the connected components tying into this reality. What did that actually mean? And how did Urbahn, all calm and business, know of it so soon after arriving in the capital? "Urbahn...who told you that?"
"Emperor Ilekano himself. He seemed to think it might be worthwhile for me to be aware of that, since my new position requires me to work with both of you in an advisory capacity." Clearly, Urbahn who could take all this macabre strangeness in stride, was well-suited to a position in the government and the court. Far better suited than Bashir could ever imagine himself being. Really, most of what he had accomplished for the sake of law and justice while making his pilgrimage had come to fruition out of sheer luck or random opportunity. And when it came to the original task he had been assigned to undertake, he had failed spectacularly.
"Are you sure you don't want to take over for me as inquisitor general, Urbahn? I think you'd be much better at it." It was the second time Bashir had held out such an offer for inspection. He had a feeling the chances of Urbahn accepting it now were no better than they had been before (probably worse), but how much better his life would suddenly be if the erudite monk would accept and the emperors would allow it. That second hurdle was like a brick wall the size of Nionne's fortress. There was no way his stepfather would allow it. He had been hand-picked for this sensitive position. Urbahn Kyl Canto would be the new minister of ceremonies, Bashir Av Shirin would continue on as inquisitor general. There was nothing else to it.
Urbahn agreed. "I can't," he let Bashir down gently.
"In any case, thank you for talking to me. You're infinitely more aware of the things going on around here than I am." In saying these things, Bashir only exposed his own myriad weaknesses. Urbahn felt for him. He seemed younger and more adrift in life than his actual age would indicate. He gave his friend the blessing he felt he would most benefit from before leaving.
*****
In the Warren, Bashir passed Biella and Dionne and others, going straight for the private office of Lieutenant General Teleri Shi'im. He felt his first pang of fear on the doorstep of this chamber, but when he tried the knob, he discovered that the door was unlocked. He went inside. He closed the door. A desk like his own, with typical accouterments, was framed by two shelves of books, a mixture relating mostly to law and religion. The entire display was crowned by an artistic spread of red and white and gray and green, pinned to a board hanging on the wall. Thoughtfully arranged as they might be, these were undoubtedly the blood-stained garments of some notable victim. Bashir had a guess as to the person's identity.
Day/Theme: May 17, 2010 "Their bird wings severed like trophies"
Series: original
Character/Pairing: Bashir & Urbahn
Rating: PG
"Bashir, didn't you know?" Urbahn pushed up his glasses. He appeared genuinely surprised at the new inquisitor general's admission. "Teleri Shi'im killed the man who held that post before you."
"T-Teleri did?!" Bashir shuddered, unable to fully comprehend all the connected components tying into this reality. What did that actually mean? And how did Urbahn, all calm and business, know of it so soon after arriving in the capital? "Urbahn...who told you that?"
"Emperor Ilekano himself. He seemed to think it might be worthwhile for me to be aware of that, since my new position requires me to work with both of you in an advisory capacity." Clearly, Urbahn who could take all this macabre strangeness in stride, was well-suited to a position in the government and the court. Far better suited than Bashir could ever imagine himself being. Really, most of what he had accomplished for the sake of law and justice while making his pilgrimage had come to fruition out of sheer luck or random opportunity. And when it came to the original task he had been assigned to undertake, he had failed spectacularly.
"Are you sure you don't want to take over for me as inquisitor general, Urbahn? I think you'd be much better at it." It was the second time Bashir had held out such an offer for inspection. He had a feeling the chances of Urbahn accepting it now were no better than they had been before (probably worse), but how much better his life would suddenly be if the erudite monk would accept and the emperors would allow it. That second hurdle was like a brick wall the size of Nionne's fortress. There was no way his stepfather would allow it. He had been hand-picked for this sensitive position. Urbahn Kyl Canto would be the new minister of ceremonies, Bashir Av Shirin would continue on as inquisitor general. There was nothing else to it.
Urbahn agreed. "I can't," he let Bashir down gently.
"In any case, thank you for talking to me. You're infinitely more aware of the things going on around here than I am." In saying these things, Bashir only exposed his own myriad weaknesses. Urbahn felt for him. He seemed younger and more adrift in life than his actual age would indicate. He gave his friend the blessing he felt he would most benefit from before leaving.
*****
In the Warren, Bashir passed Biella and Dionne and others, going straight for the private office of Lieutenant General Teleri Shi'im. He felt his first pang of fear on the doorstep of this chamber, but when he tried the knob, he discovered that the door was unlocked. He went inside. He closed the door. A desk like his own, with typical accouterments, was framed by two shelves of books, a mixture relating mostly to law and religion. The entire display was crowned by an artistic spread of red and white and gray and green, pinned to a board hanging on the wall. Thoughtfully arranged as they might be, these were undoubtedly the blood-stained garments of some notable victim. Bashir had a guess as to the person's identity.