[oom] see right through my walls

[nerves_of_ice]

As T'Challa stares at the hologram in the palm of his hand, he can already feel the headache forming. "She what? No. Never mind. Bring her to me in the throne room, when she arrives. I will deal with her myself."

He clears the image, then taps the Kimoyo Bead again. "Nakia. I need you."

* * * * * * * * *

"You cannot be serious."

"I don't see why this is a problem. You brought Everett Ross here--"

"Ross was dying! And he was never allowed to know that the man he was seeking was here! Nakia, I have made a promise to protect him."

"She is not a threat. Not to him."

"I will be the judge of that."

Nakia throws up her hands. "Fine. You will see. I hope it does not bother you that I stay and watch?"

T'Challa smiles. "Of course not."

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[from_the_outside]

She has to admit, this place is beautiful. And the throne room is nothing short of spectacular.

One Dora escorts her in, another, holding the backpack she'd had on her when she was brought in, flanks her; both eye her with the cool assessing gaze of scarily competent people who will absolutely not hesitate to seriously fuck her up if she's here to do harm. Fortunately, that's the last thing she's here for. She's not even armed.

They bring her to a halt about eight feet from the throne, and she inclines her head to T'Challa politely. "Your Highness."

Her eyes track over to Nakia, standing nearby, and her mouth ticks the slight quarter-curve it takes to go from deference to irreverence. "Nakia, what's up, girl? You look amazing."

Nakia winks. Sharon grins.