One is Canon, Two could be, Three Might be, and Four is a definite AU.
All are Addergoole.
Luke was flapping in Regine’s office. Again. She set aside her papers and regarded her crewmate.
“Have you seen the reports?”
“I’ve seen the films.”
“Not those.” She tilted her head at a small pile of mostly-hand-written notes. “Those are from Williamsburg; the stack under them is from the former Washington State. Places whose survival has been smoother because of the presence of Addergoole graduates.”
She gestured at another pile. “These are the fatality figures for one hundred selected areas. Ten of them have active Addergoole graduates.
“Not to mention,” of course, “the survival rates of our graduates vs. that of the general population.”
Luke flapped again, but Regine was unfazed. “We are doing good here, Luca. We continue to do good for the world and for our students.”
“You just have to learn to survive without him. It’s a one-day-at-a-time process, but you can do it.”
The matron was very kind. Keven appreciated her kindness, at the same time as he wanted to rip out her lying tongue. It was quite a contradiction, but, then again, this whole place was a contradiction.
“I’m bound to him.” He’d explained before. He’d explained every day he was in this place. “He’s my Keeper and he owns me. Without his say-so, I can’t just ‘let go.'”
“I know you think that, but it’s just a process of brainwashing that we can reverse. But you have to be willing.”
In the room next door, someone screamed. Keven felt like joining them.
“It’s always better to be honest.”
The Addergoole South project wasn’t an official branch of the school, yet, but there were students they could pull in, and they were hoping for official accreditation soon –
- “It’s always better to be honest” was one of their main tenants, and one they had built right into the walls and the wards of the school.
“Teacher? I don’t think I should have to learn this. It’s boring and, besides, I’m only going to be a despot when I graduate.”
“No, Morley. I’m not interested in wearing your collar. You smell like a dead bat.”
“…and that’s how we’ve set up the breeding program for maximum efficacy and best results. We got the idea out of a science fiction novel…”
– soon. As soon as they had the wrinkles worked out.
Luke burst into the room, wings flaring and sword in his hand. “Put down the girl.”
Angus looked up at the Mara, then back down to his Kept. “…what?”
“Don’t act stupid, boy, you do well enough without acting. Giada, come here, be a good girl. Angus, you’re going to release her now.”
“…but I’m happy.”
“…but I didn’t do anything wrong to her.”
“That’s not what the tapes show. After what you did to her in the shower-“
“You were watching me in the shower?” The tiny girl shoved Luke and darted back to her Keeper. “Angus! Angus, he was watching me. In the shower.“
“I’m always watching everyone.”
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