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xp_logsBarely conscious, Tabitha overhears snatches of conversation from her captors.
If she ever got her hands on her former mentor again, he'd be her late mentor. Tabitha's lips pulled back from her teeth as nausea tore through her guts. She clutched the cement beneath her fingertips, half-afraid it would buck her off if she let go. through the haze of vertigo, she only caught snatches of conversation.
"--I can't believe this," the voice, deep with a Texas accent faded in and out, "--even worth the trouble? I mean come on!"
Tel's voice was half-fear, half-persuasion. "You want kid soldiers...kids who make bombs, that's a neat trick in a fight...not too old..."
"Better than the others he bought us," came a richer, heavier accent, joining the jumbled conversation. "...unsure though. Yes, she... but are her bombs powerful... outweigh the problems she will give us?"
"Make her worth..." a determined, strong voice chimed in. "If right...get the court. Any good weapon...thorough testing."
“Powers don’t make or break a fight,” drawled the Texas accent, “…looks like I could break ‘er in half.”
"What do we care who breaks her?" The one voice mostly without an accent paused. "Make her look good...durable...long as the King likes..."
"...only one breaking her should be the Black..." the foreign-born voice returned, anger curling around the edges though it remained soft and smooth Charming, even. "A few zaps... venom will keep her... if she causes trouble... payments... both the child and you, Porter."
An edge of indignation had crept into Porter's tone. "...fucked up on purpose! But trust me, the kid will be worth it."
“…gotta funny definition of ‘worth it,’” sarcasm dipped into the accented voice, “lookit ‘er. …survive… against me…. A total waste of time, ya know?”
"...gut him?" The unaccented voice laughed. "Think he'll squeal? ...throw 'er back? Or we can...packaging counts."
A low, long hiss sounded before the foreign woman started again. "Well now, Porter. Diamondback... the girl while you are... courtesy of Mamba. Unless, of course... get in with... the Black Court."
If she ever got her hands on her former mentor again, he'd be her late mentor. Tabitha's lips pulled back from her teeth as nausea tore through her guts. She clutched the cement beneath her fingertips, half-afraid it would buck her off if she let go. through the haze of vertigo, she only caught snatches of conversation.
"--I can't believe this," the voice, deep with a Texas accent faded in and out, "--even worth the trouble? I mean come on!"
Tel's voice was half-fear, half-persuasion. "You want kid soldiers...kids who make bombs, that's a neat trick in a fight...not too old..."
"Better than the others he bought us," came a richer, heavier accent, joining the jumbled conversation. "...unsure though. Yes, she... but are her bombs powerful... outweigh the problems she will give us?"
"Make her worth..." a determined, strong voice chimed in. "If right...get the court. Any good weapon...thorough testing."
“Powers don’t make or break a fight,” drawled the Texas accent, “…looks like I could break ‘er in half.”
"What do we care who breaks her?" The one voice mostly without an accent paused. "Make her look good...durable...long as the King likes..."
"...only one breaking her should be the Black..." the foreign-born voice returned, anger curling around the edges though it remained soft and smooth Charming, even. "A few zaps... venom will keep her... if she causes trouble... payments... both the child and you, Porter."
An edge of indignation had crept into Porter's tone. "...fucked up on purpose! But trust me, the kid will be worth it."
“…gotta funny definition of ‘worth it,’” sarcasm dipped into the accented voice, “lookit ‘er. …survive… against me…. A total waste of time, ya know?”
"...gut him?" The unaccented voice laughed. "Think he'll squeal? ...throw 'er back? Or we can...packaging counts."
A low, long hiss sounded before the foreign woman started again. "Well now, Porter. Diamondback... the girl while you are... courtesy of Mamba. Unless, of course... get in with... the Black Court."
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