The claim that Lillian almost died of fright the instant Aiden channelled would be fair one. To say that the sudden weight in her stomach soared into her chest would also be fair. In fact, they both happened at once, which occurred a very peculiar sensation for Lillian, who was quite convinced she might actually fall in half.
The urge to scream took hold and she nearly did so; prudence stayed her hand and she fetched a glass of water instead. Not trusting in her mouth’s ability to stay loyal. Quite certain she was going to be blown into pieces of Lillian pudding, or burned into many sausages by a salvo of randomly appearing lighting. Well, maybe she didn’t actually think the term “salvo”.
She was almost visibly chewing her bottom lip, having discovered it was much easier to gnaw than the upper, and her hands were quite visibly pressed into her stomach in a vain attempt to catch the butterflies…
Time to go.
Lillian took control of her legs and started to walk. It was done now, and she took small solace in leaving this place, with her career still intact.
She was an observer, and she never stayed anywhere long enough to get bored with the view. Lillian liked to drift. To look through other people’s windows. Or in this case, out the door. She never felt any particular patch of land defined her; never felt connected to anywhere, not even as a child, certainly not now as an adult. Her demanding profession, tailored by her character no doubt, required her to be a guest. Visiting places and people, looking in, informed by the contrasts and details revealed simply by her lack of familiarity.
And she’d always been very grateful for it. She had always believed this life made her somehow more alive. Lillian was not satisfied with one fixed, static experience.
As for tonight's entertainment, Lillian had enjoyed beyond measure, or at least beyond the traditional method of measure.
She was very satisfied. It was fun to watch the people and their reactions.
Human passion was not a thing to be avoided, but embraced and in many situations the ability to think reactively from human instinct would save lives otherwise lost. Being a cold and calculating machine might work for soldiers whose main purpose was to destroy, but it did not work for Lillian. To sacrifice all those emotions and cares that made one human was a dangerous thing. It caused as many issues as it solved...
The other entertaining part of the evening had been the nature of the performance.
Jaxen Marveet: in a very unflattering but terribly appropriate way, Lillian likened him to a trained circus animal. Namely, one of the large carnivorous variety that eventually, despite all of their training would take someone’s arm off at that annoying impractical and unforeseen moment where it was likely to do the most damage.
Jaxen knew the fallout was coming, in a sense, the CCD would have “friends” with them watching. There was no telling what kind of reaction there might be. The plan, plot, coup de main, nasty little prank, whatever you want to call it, did not hinge on the two rockstars’ participation, which was just as well. On the other hand, they had more power than the combined theatre contingency and more influence than all others combined. Sure, power and influence did not translate as “pivotal” and “crucial” but it did rather come "bloody handy” where Lillian was concerned and given... the plans Jaxen had… well it’d be nice to have numbers in the coming days.
Lillian, over and out
The urge to scream took hold and she nearly did so; prudence stayed her hand and she fetched a glass of water instead. Not trusting in her mouth’s ability to stay loyal. Quite certain she was going to be blown into pieces of Lillian pudding, or burned into many sausages by a salvo of randomly appearing lighting. Well, maybe she didn’t actually think the term “salvo”.
She was almost visibly chewing her bottom lip, having discovered it was much easier to gnaw than the upper, and her hands were quite visibly pressed into her stomach in a vain attempt to catch the butterflies…
Time to go.
Lillian took control of her legs and started to walk. It was done now, and she took small solace in leaving this place, with her career still intact.
She was an observer, and she never stayed anywhere long enough to get bored with the view. Lillian liked to drift. To look through other people’s windows. Or in this case, out the door. She never felt any particular patch of land defined her; never felt connected to anywhere, not even as a child, certainly not now as an adult. Her demanding profession, tailored by her character no doubt, required her to be a guest. Visiting places and people, looking in, informed by the contrasts and details revealed simply by her lack of familiarity.
And she’d always been very grateful for it. She had always believed this life made her somehow more alive. Lillian was not satisfied with one fixed, static experience.
As for tonight's entertainment, Lillian had enjoyed beyond measure, or at least beyond the traditional method of measure.
She was very satisfied. It was fun to watch the people and their reactions.
Human passion was not a thing to be avoided, but embraced and in many situations the ability to think reactively from human instinct would save lives otherwise lost. Being a cold and calculating machine might work for soldiers whose main purpose was to destroy, but it did not work for Lillian. To sacrifice all those emotions and cares that made one human was a dangerous thing. It caused as many issues as it solved...
The other entertaining part of the evening had been the nature of the performance.
Jaxen Marveet: in a very unflattering but terribly appropriate way, Lillian likened him to a trained circus animal. Namely, one of the large carnivorous variety that eventually, despite all of their training would take someone’s arm off at that annoying impractical and unforeseen moment where it was likely to do the most damage.
Jaxen knew the fallout was coming, in a sense, the CCD would have “friends” with them watching. There was no telling what kind of reaction there might be. The plan, plot, coup de main, nasty little prank, whatever you want to call it, did not hinge on the two rockstars’ participation, which was just as well. On the other hand, they had more power than the combined theatre contingency and more influence than all others combined. Sure, power and influence did not translate as “pivotal” and “crucial” but it did rather come "bloody handy” where Lillian was concerned and given... the plans Jaxen had… well it’d be nice to have numbers in the coming days.
Lillian, over and out