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Another fic. None of these I know where i was going :)
Karias has a short 21st century call. When Karias is with the trio and helping them master dark spear and awakened puppy form.
I just realized that these might actually be from 2014!? Wowwy.
Word Count: 550
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"Face-what?"
"Face Time," Tao repeated patiently, hand outstretched to pass his mobile phone onto Karias.
The glossy grey plate was barely the size of a note pad. When it glowed, the machine could do much: it could move currency across continents, access libraries of information from a base that seemed to exist everywhere and nowhere in the cosmos. Its primary function, however, was communication, and in this capacity it was remarkable. Voices were carried to its recipient instantaneously, no matter what corner of the globe the speakers stood. There it was: the world in the palm of Karias' hands.
Much to his surprise, one side of the thin plate alighted with the picture of the Kertia clan leader. He stood with his back to Frankenstein's kitchen, immaculate as it always aspired to be.
"Karias," Rajak's image was crisp, clear as if he were simply standing on the other side of a window. Karias flipped the small plate on its side to make sure there was nothing of the estate hanging out of the other end. Nothing. Simply remarkable!
The brief distraction was followed by a silence from Rajak so piercing, that when Karias took notice he flinched. It was a marvel how Rajak could intimidate by doing absolutely nothing .
Karias righted the phone until Rajak was facing him again.
"Good evening, Rajak." He smiled courteously at the picture. The picture did not smile back. "You look well!"
"I return to Lukedonia tonight." Rajak ignored the greeting altogether. "Rael will remain here to train Regis."
"Train!" Karias made no effort to mask his concern. Tao had since excused himself to help Takeo and M-21 tidy the laboratory. He glanced over at Karias' exclamation; Karias took notice and waved the phone at Tao placatingly, not meaning to alarm anyone. Tao seemed to understand and returned to his preoccupations.
When Karias turned back to address the other Noble he found the image had rotated: once landscape, now portrait. A subtle arch in Rajak's brow communicated to him that he too perceived a change. Rael's temperament was no secret, and neither was his rapport with the younger Landegre. There was an impressive record of broken limbs and bloody noses between them. Karias may have been keeping track. "Rajak, are you sure that's wise."
"He volunteered to do it in my place," Rajak explained. He must have noticed Karias' unconvinced look, for after a pause he added, "Rael is no more likely to kill him than I am."
"Rajak." Karias's lips curled downward, and Rajak responded with a trying silence.
Karias perished the thought that Rajak might have be bitter over an old remark he made, and began considering the young noble seriously. Rael had been entrusted with much as of late, and if Rajak spoke in such confidence there was little reason to be doubtful. Tactful though he wasn't, Rajak always regarded the interests of Lukedonia with diligence, and so Karias relented. "If you say so"
"I do." he responded, "That's all. I wanted to tell you." he added after a beat. Karias barely noticed Rajak's eyes flicker before his image vanished, the words CALL ENDED in blocky, minimalist text the only evidence that he had been talking to anyone.
Karias spluttered indignantly, before lowering his hands to his sides. Endearingly short as always, that boy.
