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Say What Friday

Greetings all!

Happy Friday!!!

Hope everyone had a good week word and graphic wise. If not, there are eight days of the month left including the final week of August Rush.

Anything is possible. :)

This week's helping of sage advice is....

"Write to be understood, speak to be heard, read to grow."

Lawrence Clark Powell

Do with it what you will.


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Aug. 26th, 2018 05:08 pm (UTC)
roleplay bit supported by 'understood and heard':

“I don’t care what he said,” Cassie spat, parrying another swipe of Lagertha’s practice sword while ignoring the tendril of hair that had come free from the braid at the back of her head. “This family is as much mine as it is his…and I’ll fight for my right to run it.”

This time when she thrust, it was to knock the Viking’s sword from her hand, but that was not enough to deter the blonde from ducking, charging low, and tackling the other woman to the ground. “Against dragons…against sorcery…?” Lagertha asked, rolling away as quickly as she charged so that both women sat side by side now, panting from the exertion of the morning’s workout.

“He won’t let those things be used against me…not if he wants a fair fight…”

But that was just it, and both knew it. Whatever illness, whatever instability had possessed Carl Bruce, that man was no longer her father, not in the way he had been, not in the way he should be. His erratic behavior had created a sense of insecurity that washed through the House like storm waves combing through rocks upon the shore, and someone had to step up, make it right, before there was no family left to save.

Cassie did not really know what had become of her mother. Some seemed to believe there was magic involved, some supernatural force of nature, but as she daily watched Carl’s behavior grow more alienating, she began to fear that he had done something with his wife…or that the women he called Firsts had done so at his allowance or bidding…or else they had overpowered him and taken away his ability to think, to reason…to see clearly.

She did not want to believe that, but what else could she think?

If no one else in the House would stand up to their father, she certainly would. Cullan and Teva did not have what it would take to stand him down. Perhaps Tevan would, but he was a man of words, a politician and ambassador, and he was, thankfully, persistently resorting to words to try to reason with the man and change the family’s course. The triplets were too young, and Conal…

…well, since his Mate’s loss, Conal had not been himself. He was wasting away…no match for their out of control father.

But Cassie had been trained by the best…by him…and if it took fighting him toe to toe, then so be it.

If he refused her that right, she had already made her choice. She hated that choice, wished there was some other way, but there wasn’t.

Frank had offered to take him out…if it came to that, but Cassie refused. Whatever was happening to her father, she did not want him dead. She only wanted him to come to his senses.

“Let us do it.”

Cassie looked up at the dark haired woman, and the girl beside her, who entered the workout room and sat on the mat.

“I couldn’t…”

“We’re not afraid to die.” Thinking Arya much too young to have such a fatalistic outlook, Cassie scowled at the young woman’s words.

Jane nodded. “We’ve got as much of a chance as you have…and we’re clones…”

“And if it is my time, Valhalla will welcome me with open arms of greeting,” added Lagertha.

“Clones or not…you’re people. You’re my friends.” Supportive friends that she had grown very close to since they had come into her care, much more then property or ‘pets’ as some people viewed clones…as it seemed her father was beginning to see many of those who lived in Tigh Ard.

“And as friends, as members of this family…we have as much right to fight for its survival…as much responsibility…as you have. If Carl won’t hear you…won’t acknowledge your right…fails to understand your position…then we will champion your cause.”

Jane and Arya nodded their heads in agreement. “We’ll be your Seconds…Thirds and Fourths if need be,” added Jane.

“I appreciate the support…truly…”

But Cassie had no intention of allowing her women, her friends, to fight…to die…on her behalf. If Carl’s intention was for all of the women to kill each other until only West or Dany remained, to produce a house full of subservience that would not challenge him, then Cassie was determined to stop him.

She’d be damned if she would allow the House of Brigham-Bruce to become a wasteland of tyranny.

And if Matthew Murdock could help her do it, she would rescue any family member her father displaced.
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