July 5, 2008 at 12:36 pm (Backstory)
Tags: armeny, Backstory, drabble
Authors’ Note: This is just a longish drabble that I wrote when I was trying to work out what Armeny’s history and background was. I’m not sure what age this is, but it’s definitely before she becomes an assassin. The aim was to try and give an ‘alternate’ view to the one Cian has of the Intelligence Corps.
And yes, it’s meant to finish abruptly like that.
–Armeny.
***
“Kallin!”
At the abrupt tone, the razor twirling between Armeny’s fingers paused momentarily, and then continued, even as the hand manipulating it disappeared behind her back.
“In here, now!”
The clerk sitting across the hall from her looked sympathetic, but was met with a frosty look that pushed her gaze back down to the menial task in front of her.
Armeny restrained the urge to sigh rudely, slipping around the doorway into the office of the School Commandant. The bald-headed man stood at the window behind his desk, arms that may have once been muscular folded across his chest. Emblazoned on his left shoulder was the insignia of the Intelligence Corps, and once again Armeny pondered the intelligence of an organization that was so secret it proudly wore the uniform so easily recognizable.
“Armeny!”
“I’m here.” Her soft words caused him to jump and if he’d been any less of a man he may have yelped. He bore down on her with all the anger of the gardener’s goats.
“You’ve been terrorizing the Weapons Master again.” There was no room for interpretation or rebuttal.
“He attacked me.”
The commandant gazed at her strangely. “That’s his job.”
“Out of the practice rings.”
Her lips pursed as she remembered the weapons master– large and foreboding, pushing her up against the wall of the saddler’s where he knew no-one could have seen them. She could still feel his filthy hands trying to gain entrance under her immaculately pressed uniform. Unfortunately for her, she knew who would win out in a face-off between the two, so she didn’t elaborate.
“That doesn’t give you right to stake his hand with your practice halberd.”
“He’ll think twice before touching me again,” she said, smirking.
The commandant tried to contain his glee. “He wants me to expel you.”
Slowly she leaned forward so that both hands rested on his desk and stared in his eyes coldly. “Go ahead.”
Arrogance came easily to Armeny Kallin within these walls.
