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crystal | letter | cease and desist notices slipped under her door | action

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[shri]

[ Completely unmerciful, she carries on. Setting the jar of food down. It smells good, there is that, as on top of it she places a spoon to eat with. It isn't fancy, just a hard strong meal of millet and cheese. ]

You should have thought of that last night.

[ which is to say, no. She is not going anywhere. ]

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I was reading.

[ No question what Kitty considers more important.

She turns her glare on the bowl. ]

Did you bring tea, at least?

[shri]

Typical Englishman. [ She mutters, as she digs around in her bag, ] You can have tea when you're dressed.

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[ Ugh. ]

I'm not an Englishman.

[shri]

Of course, you're not.

[ A lengthy pause. ]

English girl. Better now? [ But she's smiling, a sharp little twitch in the corner of her mouth. ]

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Slightly.

[ Finally, she sits up, shivering as the blankets fall off her. Oh, she hates this. ]

Really, though, I'm a Londoner. If you insist upon labeling me.

[shri]

[ She raises an eyebrow, pinching her mouth into a smile, that perhaps, oh another woman, might be a fit of laughter.

Perish the thought, of course.

Instead, when Lakshmi goes to speak, it isn't her proper, carved out words in English - Trade, whatever they called it here, that came from the best tutors her husband could afford and conversations only with commissioned Officers of the Crown.

No, no when she speaks it comes out a thick cockney accent, half dragged through the mud for how the letters drop.

She hoped Finley and the Muses' girls were proud. ]

Well, aren't you the Guv'ner. Then why don't you get your bloody arse out of bed and stop crying like a dodder just because I'm putting you in the pan for half a morning? Up, up, up, girl, this ain't a flummet job, stop acting like it or I'll light the damn davis' dust under your sheets, then we'll see you run like a thom-tug after his tackle.

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[ That stops Kitty in her tracks. She stares at Lakshmi, mouth slightly agape. ]

How'd - how'd you learn to talk like that?

[ Like Stan, like Fred - not really like Kitty herself, her parents having scolded those improper vowels out of her. But like people she knows. ]

[shri]

Haven't you learned, Kitty? I do all sorts of things.

[ And she has the gall to wink as she straightens up, and with it, out of the bag comes the jar of tea to go with the breakfast. Setting it down on the container. ]

I have spent the last ten years living in Whitechapel. It's been an... educational experience.

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[ Ugh, that wink was so smug. Kitty goes for the tea, far more interested in that than she is in the food. ]

Why?

[shri]

[ And oh she knows it too, but she's too busy readying the items for Kitty to wear, a balanced plan, get everything straightened out, then see if Kitty was finally out of bed. If she wasn't, steal the blankets. ]

Because England was where the Vampires and Lycans were being amassed and sent from, no good destroying their shipments when they reached the places. But my name has been a crime for many years throughout the Empire and many would never seek to breath it for fear of imprisonment or execution. So I went to a place where they never trusted the government to begin with and were happy to welcome someone as well abused as they were.

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[ She can't ever fully suppress the automatic suspicion. You can, after all, take the girl out of Whitechapel, but you can't fully take Whitechapel out of the girl. ]

That sounds like it could be exploitative.

[shri]

[ She pinches her mouth. Eyebrow raising up as she looks her over. ]

Yes, Kitty, the people who could turn me over to the police at any moment and get me killed simply by telling anyone, anyone at all, who I am. I was most certainly exploiting them and they could do nothing against me if they didn't like what I was doing.

[ her head tilts, a flat line, really, Kitty? ]

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[ She purses her lips. ]

Yeah, 'cause I'm supposed to believe you were all alone, and didn't have a great lot of armed guards?

[shri]

[ That, that is the strike too far. She drops the armour in her hands with a heavy thump. But it isn't rage on her face, it's hurt. A flicker of pain too pronounced to be hidden as quickly as she'd like. ]

Believe what you will, I cannot change your mind if you're determined to think that despite everything else I told you.

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[ And Kitty - feels a flush of embarrassment. Of shame. Her gaze drops, and she mutters: ]

I'm just saying. People like that - it's easy to hurt them without even knowing that you're doing it. [ And - ] And it's not like you've really told me anything.

[shri]

[ She rests back on her foot and knee. Propping her arm against her leg as she leans back where she's crouched to look up at her. ]

What do you want to know then?

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[ Kitty shakes her head. ]

I don't know. I hardly even know enough about you to know what to ask. I mean - I guess - How did you fight them? The vampires and all them. And why?

[shri]

[ She purses her lips, and it's clear the desire is there, to tell her nothing, that comes in a knee jerk response to protect herself.

Then she straightens, brushes her hands against her legs and sighs. ]

Alright, but it is a long story, you can eat your breakfast in the meantime. [ Rather she sits on the side of the bed, trying to work out to begin that. ] Where do you want me to begin, fighting? The Vampires? Or Why?

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[ She goes to the food, finally, and sits with it. Doesn't eat it quite yet. ]

I guess - why. I know what vampires are.

[shri]

[ What a place to start. Lakshmi drums her fingers against her knees. ]

The why is very simple. They infect the cities of other countries, and then because they know no one will stop them, they eat the people there, or turn them, so they go on to do the same.

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That's why they ought to be stopped. Not why you try to stop them.

[shri]

[ She stops, she turns. And she looks long at Kitty. Fixed something there unhappy and sharp. ]

Very well. But you must promise not to interrupt me on behalf of your countrymen because you are going to hear something you don't like, do you understand me?

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[ Dubiously: ]

I suppose.

[ Asking Kitty not to break in when she's been offended is like asking a crab not to pinch. ]

[shri]

[ Gunna take those little claws, wrap them up in tape, and hang her by her little leggies over the bucket. ]

Good. Then... I suppose you must understand who I was. What Jhansi was.

[ Her tapping resumes, and the tone is removed, and perhaps that is easy to understand, old as she seemingly was. ] As you know, I became Queen when I married. I was 13 at the time, my family was very poor and we were servants of more powerful men. But my husband was a good man, he did not care for my upbringing, even if it was seen as unorthodox by many. Jhansi is not a big land, a small kingdom in comparison to some. Despite that, it was an important stop between larger cities, and itself - because my husband was very dutiful, it was prosperous. So the British had long desired it. I suspect they hoped he would be childless even after we married.

Secondly, these details may bore but they need to be understood. It is not like your lands, or even here, like Orlais. Every day, we would hold open petition for members of our court to come to us, they would tell us their problems, and we would decide upon them. Similarly, they would give us gifts, we would take them, into inventory, calculate and redistribute them amongst our people to disperse wealth. This was done personally by the rulers, with help from our treasurer, on every level. Whether that was to our aristocrats, suppose you would say, or organising with our temples to host large banquets for a thousand once a week. All told, we had upwards of a thousand retainers that would come to us, personally, for their funding.

[ This at least, is mirthful. A happier time is always easy to talk about, she supposed. ] I do not say we were perfect, we were not. I was austere and often unforgiving of people who acted in a way I deemed wrong. [ Lakshmi, that hasn't changed. ] My husband was lavish and doted on mindless trinkets. Once, despite my saying I needed no grand gifts, he snuck about to build me a palanquin of silver he designed himself. The expense was - ridiculous, but he said he could not bear to see his Goddess dressed in anything less -

[ Kitty didn't need to know those details, she realises, and she clears her throat. Moving on. ] But we tried our best, for all of our people, is what I mean, every day we tried as much as we could. Our land is one steeped in thousands of years of tradition, practises, it is not an easy thing to live in accordance with them, and the needs of your people, and being fair to all of them, but we did our best.