31 days: August 13, "I am already king"
Aug. 13th, 2005 11:20 pmDeWolfe Apts., on the Feast of St. John Berchmans
I survived the Ordeal of the Primers (TM) somehow, but must return to lab for round two tomorrow. Thanks for all your sympathies!
The question of why I attempted Discworld fanfiction even though I can't write humor must forever remain a mystery. This fic is a bit tangential to the theme, but still related, I hope. In my head, anyway.
Interrogation
Dedicated to
fadedcliche, a fellow Discworld addict
Once, Sam Vimes made the mistake of asking Lord Vetinari about his motives.
"Motives, Commander? Why do you ask that?" Vetinari folded his long, bony hands together on his ebony desk and looked up with what would have been an inquiring expression if he hadn't already had the eyes of a man who knew the answer anyway.
"Never mind, sir," Vimes muttered. "A copper's instincts, that's all."
"Ever a cynic about human nature," Vetinari said cryptically and handed him the file on the latest riots in the Shades. Vimes bowed and turned to leave.
Just as he had reached the door, the Patrician said, "Do you know the first lesson they teach you in the Assassin's Guild? How to determine the monetary value of a human life. What is a merchant worth? What is a duke worth? What is a /king/ worth?"
Vimes paused and looked back at the Patrician, who was now standing at the window, contemplating the slow ooze of the River Ankh below. The chaos of narrow alleyways and mismatched buildings; the crowds of humans, trolls, dwarves, zombies, werewolves, golems and many more untold sentient and not-so-sentient species navigating their way through its labyrinths.
"Well, sir?"
"And then I asked myself, what is a city worth? When I found the answer, I decided to retire from the Guild."
Vimes frowned as he digested the words, then straightened. He saluted and left as quietly as he could.
END
Yours &c.
I survived the Ordeal of the Primers (TM) somehow, but must return to lab for round two tomorrow. Thanks for all your sympathies!
The question of why I attempted Discworld fanfiction even though I can't write humor must forever remain a mystery. This fic is a bit tangential to the theme, but still related, I hope. In my head, anyway.
Interrogation
Dedicated to
Once, Sam Vimes made the mistake of asking Lord Vetinari about his motives.
"Motives, Commander? Why do you ask that?" Vetinari folded his long, bony hands together on his ebony desk and looked up with what would have been an inquiring expression if he hadn't already had the eyes of a man who knew the answer anyway.
"Never mind, sir," Vimes muttered. "A copper's instincts, that's all."
"Ever a cynic about human nature," Vetinari said cryptically and handed him the file on the latest riots in the Shades. Vimes bowed and turned to leave.
Just as he had reached the door, the Patrician said, "Do you know the first lesson they teach you in the Assassin's Guild? How to determine the monetary value of a human life. What is a merchant worth? What is a duke worth? What is a /king/ worth?"
Vimes paused and looked back at the Patrician, who was now standing at the window, contemplating the slow ooze of the River Ankh below. The chaos of narrow alleyways and mismatched buildings; the crowds of humans, trolls, dwarves, zombies, werewolves, golems and many more untold sentient and not-so-sentient species navigating their way through its labyrinths.
"Well, sir?"
"And then I asked myself, what is a city worth? When I found the answer, I decided to retire from the Guild."
Vimes frowned as he digested the words, then straightened. He saluted and left as quietly as he could.
END
Yours &c.
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Date: 2005-08-14 03:38 am (UTC)O_O ::wimper::
Soo~ good. It's not tangential at all! I'd say it hits the mark pretty well.
Once again, you just dig into the brains of these characters, and find what they have in common with you, and make it all shiny for us to read.
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Date: 2005-08-14 02:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-15 01:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-14 04:05 am (UTC)(And I do believe "sharp and pointy" counts as a Discworld style, funny or not.)
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Date: 2005-08-14 02:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-14 04:16 am (UTC)Dude. You rule and win the intarnets!
It is so hard to find good Pratchett fic, and good serious while in-character pratchett fic ... (from the referencing of Vimes' status to Vetinari's own background as a graduate from the assassin's guild) it's like finding the last bottle of wine from two centuries ago. Wow.
I love how you captured Vimes and Ventinari so well. The city watch is one of my most favorite of TP's series.
And the last line ... wow. Bravo. Consider me in awe ... good Discworld fic CAN be done!
-muri
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Date: 2005-08-14 02:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-14 06:02 am (UTC)I do like the last line and the "banjun" of it. Tehe. I be watches too many korean TV.
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Date: 2005-08-14 02:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-14 03:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-14 04:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-14 05:16 pm (UTC)And there's nothing wrong with JK. Harumph. He has a pulse less than 70... OOoooh~~
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Date: 2005-08-14 05:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-16 01:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-16 03:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-14 07:11 am (UTC)Ah Vetinari, how I adore you. You know exactly what you're worth.
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Date: 2005-08-14 02:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-14 09:37 am (UTC)Eep, that's hitting the nail on the head, all right. I second, er, third all the people in saying that it's so hard to find Prachett fic, and you've captured the essence nicely.
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Date: 2005-08-14 02:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-03 06:11 pm (UTC)I've always loved the Discworld books centered around Vimes' Watch, and I really do admire how you manage to portray your characters so well.
"..looked up with what would have been an inquiring expression if he hadn't already had the eyes of a man who knew the answer anyway."
This line really does fit Vetinari to a T. :)