![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
Ficdump part 2!
Story title: Fate on the Wall
Author: Ingvild
Word count: 849
Rating and warnings: Safe for everyone, I think
Characters and/or pairing: Trowa, circus people, former Ozzie
Summary: Trowa’s time as an undercover Oz officer comes back to bite him...or does it?
He recognised that kid.
Former OZ lieutenant Jahen Tohl stared at the poster hanging outside the post office of the quiet little village he had returned to after the war ended. It was an advertisement for a circus, showing lions, a pretty brunette knife thrower, and a clown. Even with the half-mask covering half his face, Tohl recognised the youth in clown clothing.
Trowa Barton.
Tohl gritted his teeth, doing his best to keep in the angry outburst that was threatening to spill forth. He remembered that brat all too well. When then-Colonel Une had taken her operation to space, she had allowed colonists to join their ranks. That brat Barton had been one of the people who had signed on, and had swiftly impressed the Colonel with his admittedly spectacular piloting skills.
Either way, Barton swiftly showed that he could not be trusted, and disappeared with his state-of-the-art mobile suit. Worse, he let the Gundam pilot he was supposed to be guarding, as well as the one he was supposed to be capturing, escape. He’d clearly been in on it the whole time.
And there he was, happily working at a travelling circus, while Tohl had just been to collect his unemployment cheques in a village that was so small it didn’t even have a bank or a social services office, only a combined office for both those services and the post. Who the hell even sent letters written on paper anymore? All of Tohl’s rejection letters from his work applications had been by e-mail.
It was those colonists’ fault he couldn’t get a job. They took all the good ones.
Well, that little brat wouldn’t get to keep his cushy clown gig for long. Tohl was going to reveal his past to his employers. Who knew, he might even get a job out of it. He’d always liked animals; maybe they needed someone to tend to the lions.
With his further action set and determined, Tohl returned inside the post office and bought a ticket for the circus. He spent the rest of the evening wondering how he was supposed to proceed, stressing so much over it that he almost missed the show. He was glad he didn’t. It was a good show, enough to make him forget, for a while, that he was going to destroy one of the clowns.
Afterwards, he hid under the stalls until every other spectator was gone. He wondered when the best time to reveal himself would be, but the decision was taken out of his hands – someone came to make sure everyone had left, and he was found and hauled in front of the circus manager. Since that was exactly who he wanted to talk to, he didn’t mind, but...
...But the man wouldn’t listen to him. Just shook his head and told him to take his paranoid ramblings other places. “Trowa is part of the circus, now,” the manager said. “No matter what he’s done before, he’s one of us now. And I’d cut back on the colonist-insults, if I were you. We’re all one nation, now.”
“But...but...”
“Manager? Do you mind if I talk to him?”
Tohl turned and stared at Trowa, who was standing calmly behind him. The pretty knife-thrower was standing next to him with a very displeased look on her face.
The circus manager nodded, and Tohl was led to Trowa’s wagon. The pretty knife-thrower pointed at her own eyes, then at Tohl, and then mimed cutting her throat. The message was rather clear. Tohl swallowed hard before following Trowa inside.
“How have you been, Jahen?” Trowa asked as he poured them both a cup of coffee.
“How have I...Miserable! I can’t get a job! I can’t get a home; I’m living with my senile great-aunt in a room the size of a cupboard! I have no friends, no girlfriend, nothing! And it’s all because of you damned colonists!”
Trowa sat and listened to him while he rambled, before he finally interrupted: “I don’t think it’s the colonists. I think it’s you.”
Jahen spluttered. “W-what?”
Trowa shrugged. “Well, no-one likes a guy who keeps spewing venom every time he says something, and who won’t take responsibility for himself.”
“But...”
“Listen, I could use some help here, actually. You were pretty good at clockwork machinery, weren’t you? I remember you fixing that old music box for the cook.”
“Yes...”
“Well, the old mechanic retired and went to grow apples with his granddaughter, so they left the job to me, but I’m better at high-tech stuff. Plus, with feeding the lions and doing a clown and acrobat act with Cathy, I don’t have the time. How about you promise to stop with that inferior-crap, and I talk to the manager about letting you have a trial period? And I’ll convince Cathy not to murder you in your sleep.”
Jahen nodded dumbly.
Trowa almost smiled. “Good.” He stood and motioned for Jahen to leave the wagon before him.
“You talk a lot more now,” Jahen blurted.
Trowa almost smiled again. “Only when it’s something people need to hear.”
Author: Ingvild
Word count: 849
Rating and warnings: Safe for everyone, I think
Characters and/or pairing: Trowa, circus people, former Ozzie
Summary: Trowa’s time as an undercover Oz officer comes back to bite him...or does it?
He recognised that kid.
Former OZ lieutenant Jahen Tohl stared at the poster hanging outside the post office of the quiet little village he had returned to after the war ended. It was an advertisement for a circus, showing lions, a pretty brunette knife thrower, and a clown. Even with the half-mask covering half his face, Tohl recognised the youth in clown clothing.
Trowa Barton.
Tohl gritted his teeth, doing his best to keep in the angry outburst that was threatening to spill forth. He remembered that brat all too well. When then-Colonel Une had taken her operation to space, she had allowed colonists to join their ranks. That brat Barton had been one of the people who had signed on, and had swiftly impressed the Colonel with his admittedly spectacular piloting skills.
Either way, Barton swiftly showed that he could not be trusted, and disappeared with his state-of-the-art mobile suit. Worse, he let the Gundam pilot he was supposed to be guarding, as well as the one he was supposed to be capturing, escape. He’d clearly been in on it the whole time.
And there he was, happily working at a travelling circus, while Tohl had just been to collect his unemployment cheques in a village that was so small it didn’t even have a bank or a social services office, only a combined office for both those services and the post. Who the hell even sent letters written on paper anymore? All of Tohl’s rejection letters from his work applications had been by e-mail.
It was those colonists’ fault he couldn’t get a job. They took all the good ones.
Well, that little brat wouldn’t get to keep his cushy clown gig for long. Tohl was going to reveal his past to his employers. Who knew, he might even get a job out of it. He’d always liked animals; maybe they needed someone to tend to the lions.
With his further action set and determined, Tohl returned inside the post office and bought a ticket for the circus. He spent the rest of the evening wondering how he was supposed to proceed, stressing so much over it that he almost missed the show. He was glad he didn’t. It was a good show, enough to make him forget, for a while, that he was going to destroy one of the clowns.
Afterwards, he hid under the stalls until every other spectator was gone. He wondered when the best time to reveal himself would be, but the decision was taken out of his hands – someone came to make sure everyone had left, and he was found and hauled in front of the circus manager. Since that was exactly who he wanted to talk to, he didn’t mind, but...
...But the man wouldn’t listen to him. Just shook his head and told him to take his paranoid ramblings other places. “Trowa is part of the circus, now,” the manager said. “No matter what he’s done before, he’s one of us now. And I’d cut back on the colonist-insults, if I were you. We’re all one nation, now.”
“But...but...”
“Manager? Do you mind if I talk to him?”
Tohl turned and stared at Trowa, who was standing calmly behind him. The pretty knife-thrower was standing next to him with a very displeased look on her face.
The circus manager nodded, and Tohl was led to Trowa’s wagon. The pretty knife-thrower pointed at her own eyes, then at Tohl, and then mimed cutting her throat. The message was rather clear. Tohl swallowed hard before following Trowa inside.
“How have you been, Jahen?” Trowa asked as he poured them both a cup of coffee.
“How have I...Miserable! I can’t get a job! I can’t get a home; I’m living with my senile great-aunt in a room the size of a cupboard! I have no friends, no girlfriend, nothing! And it’s all because of you damned colonists!”
Trowa sat and listened to him while he rambled, before he finally interrupted: “I don’t think it’s the colonists. I think it’s you.”
Jahen spluttered. “W-what?”
Trowa shrugged. “Well, no-one likes a guy who keeps spewing venom every time he says something, and who won’t take responsibility for himself.”
“But...”
“Listen, I could use some help here, actually. You were pretty good at clockwork machinery, weren’t you? I remember you fixing that old music box for the cook.”
“Yes...”
“Well, the old mechanic retired and went to grow apples with his granddaughter, so they left the job to me, but I’m better at high-tech stuff. Plus, with feeding the lions and doing a clown and acrobat act with Cathy, I don’t have the time. How about you promise to stop with that inferior-crap, and I talk to the manager about letting you have a trial period? And I’ll convince Cathy not to murder you in your sleep.”
Jahen nodded dumbly.
Trowa almost smiled. “Good.” He stood and motioned for Jahen to leave the wagon before him.
“You talk a lot more now,” Jahen blurted.
Trowa almost smiled again. “Only when it’s something people need to hear.”
no subject
CATHERINE! <3<3<3
Trowa! <3<3<3
Post-war social politics! <3<3<3
PS: We have an "oc" tag. I don't know if members can edit their tags after posting (I never could in the comm on LJ), otherwise I'd like to add it?
no subject
no subject