#huck

As requested by anon. :)

[Spoiler for Wind & Truth only in the Shallan entry!]

1. Elhokar: Yes

There is nothing Elhokar needs more than to be shaken in a jar.

2. Vasher: No

Vasher would refuse to be fixed. Post jar-shaking he'd be like, "What? Was that supposed to accomplish something?"

3. Shallan: Yes [WIND AND TRUTH SPOILERS]

Once Shallan has her armor, being shaken in a jar would be good fun for the whole family. Her armor would LOVE to try to protect her each time she's about to slam into the sides of a jar. They'd probably even succeed like 80% of the time!

4. Szeth: No

Szeth's whole life has essentially been him being shaken in a jar. He needs to NOT be shaken in a jar for once in his life.

5. Iyatil: Yes

Honestly, Iyatil could use some jar-shaking. I think Kelsier needs to come to Roshar and shake most members of the Rosharan Ghostbloods in jars.

6. Hrathen: Yes

Specifically, if Sarene were doing the shaking, that would fix Hrathen. Possibly give him an unfortunate kink at the same time, though.

7. Kaladin: No

Kaladin is using his surges to expertly bounce off the walls of the jar, refusing to be shaken.

8. Huck: No!

I think that's animal cruelty! Mice should be put in piping bags when they need to reset, not be shaken in jars!

9. Dalinar: No

Dalinar is so stubborn that if you shake him in a jar, it is somehow the jar that gets the effect, rather than him.

10. Ulaam: No, but he'd really enjoy it

For Ulaam, it would be like a lovely weekend activity, being shaken in a jar. He'd probably wear some extra elbows for the occasion.

11. Venli: At times

I think Venli is good now, but during some of the earlier books, Venli definitely could have used some quick jar shaking.

12. Vivenna: Yes

Canonically, even. What was Warbreaker if not Vivenna being shaken in a jar?

13. Jasnah: No

I-I got chills even imagining someone trying that. It's a deeply foolish idea.

14. Wayne: Yes

He'd just like it.

15. Kenton: No

It would only make Kenton angrier...more stubborn... He WILL break out of this jar, one day, no matter HOW many concussions he's getting! (He's getting a lot.)

16. Renarin: Perhaps

Renarin could be fixed if he could shake himself in a jar when the need arose. Being shaken in a jar in any other circumstances would not be good, however.

17. Dilaf: No but you should do it anyway

Dalif is BIG MAD about being shaken in a jar. But, like, it's funny.

18. Hoid: No but you should do it anyway

Hoid's telling a whole damn novel-length story while he's being shaken in the jar. So it's not fixing him, but perhaps the rest of us might learn something along the way. Also, it's funny.

19. Kelsier: It would make him worse

Kelsier has now declared revenge on all jars! That jam jar was innocent, Kelsier. :(

20. Vin: No one will ever know

Jake Ballard x oc (Ebony)

Summary: Ebony pope is an gladiator who was also part of b613. She is also the sister to Olivia pope and best friend to the president of the United States. What happens when a certain father comes back with a certain soldier? What happens when a certain sister finds out about her double life?

Prologue

The room is dimly lit, a single, bare lightbulb hangs from the ceiling, casting a harsh light the scene below. Various instruments of torture are laid out on a nearby table. The man's muffled cries echo through the basement. "I hate to do this really but can't disobey the big boss here" Ebony says standing over the man tied to a chair, his face bloodied and bruised. She then picks up a pair of pliers, turning them over in her hand, considering her next move. Suddenly, her phone buzzes on the table. She glances at the screen: favorite pope.

"Hold that thought." Ebony says as she then puts cloth in his mouth before wiping her hands on a rag and picks up the phone, her voice shifting instantly to a casual, almost cheerful tone. She steps away from the man, answering the phone with a perfectly calm tone. "Hey sis" Ebony greets with a smile as blood stains her face. On the other end of the phone Olivia is is curled up on her couch, a glass of wine in hand. The flickering light from the TV casts eerie shadows across her face. She can hear faint screams in the background of Ebony's call. "Hey, Ebony. What's all that noise?" Olivia asks in confusion as Ebony turn and glares at the man, who is whimpering softly, trying to hold back his cries."Oh I'm just Watching a scary movie. You know me, always up for a little horror." Ebony says chuckling, the sound chilling in the dimly lit room. "You okay? You sound... off." Olivia asks furrowing her eyebrows in concern as Ebony rolls her eyes, turning her back on the captive as she walks a few steps away, keeping her voice light.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Liv. Just unwinding a bit. What's up with you?" Ebony's voice was casual, almost too casual.

On the other end, Olivia frowned slightly, sensing something was off but unable to place it. "Not much. I just need someone to talk to." Ebony's eyes flicked back to the man, his body shaking violently in his restraints. She tightened her grip on the phone, maintaining her calm facade. "Anything you need to talk about?" she asked, her expression emotionless. "Huck received a letter," Olivia revealed. "It was some secret code with names from B613 on it." Ebony's eyes widened slightly, though not in surprise. "Oh..." she hesitated, unsure of what to say.

"Seriously? 'Oh'?" Olivia's frustration was palpable. "They are after Huck. I need help. I need you." Ebony rolled her eyes, exasperated, before sighing deeply. "Okay, I'll be there first thing in the morning. OPA headquarters, yada yada yada." Ebony says as Olivia nods, a temporary relief washing over her. "I appreciate it. Really." Olivia says as ebony rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, sure..." Ebony says, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the man. "Look, I gotta go. The best part's coming up." A smirk crept onto her face, a hint of menace in her voice. "Alright. Don't stay up too late watching those scary movies. They're not good for your sleep," Olivia says, trying to lighten the mood. Ebony allowed herself a small, genuine smile. "Will do. Bye, Liv."

She ends the call, her calm demeanor never faltering. Setting the phone down, she turned back to the man in the chair, her face hardening once more. The tools of her trade lay spread out on a nearby table, gleaming under the harsh light. Ebony picks up a scalpel, the cold steel glinting.

"Now, where were we?" she murmurs, stepping closer. She picks up a scalpel, the cold steel glinting in the harsh light. The man's eyes widen in terror as she approaches, her movements precise. Ebony's expression remains cold and focused, the ruthless efficiency of her movements a stark contrast to the casual conversation she'd just had. The man's screams echo in the darkness.

...

Sunlight streams through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the stylish, minimalist room. Ebony stirs awake, her eyes fluttering open. She reaches for her phone on the nightstand and squints as the screen comes into focus. A text from her sister reads: "Come to headquarters now." Ebony sits up, stretches briefly, and swings her legs over the side of the bed.

The sound of running water fills the room as Ebony steps into the modern shower. The warm water cascades over her, washing away the remnants of the previous night. After her shower, she wraps herself in a plush towel, her damp skin glistening. She moves to the mirror, gazing at her reflection with a calm yet determined look. Her thick, coily hair is damp, and she grabs a wide-tooth comb, beginning the careful process of detangling her hair. She divides it into sections, working through each part slowly, making sure to smooth out any knots.

Next, she reaches for her favorite styling cream, which helps define her natural curls. She works it through her hair, section by section, taking her time to shape each curl. Her fingers move rhythmically, twisting small sections here and there to create a uniform pattern.

Ebony picks up her blow dryer and attaches the diffuser. She turns it on, letting the gentle heat and airflow dry her hair without disturbing her curls. She leans forward slightly, allowing her curls to fall naturally as she dries them, scrunching sections to add volume. Once her hair is dry, she takes a small amount of oil, rubs it between her palms, and smooths it over her hair. The oil adds a final touch of shine and softness, sealing in moisture and giving her curls a healthy, vibrant look. Satisfied with the result, she smiles at her reflection.

She then goes to her closet, running her fingers over the fabrics until she picks out her outfit for the day. Grabbing her keys and a sleek leather bag from the counter, she takes one last look in the mirror and smiles to herself. Time to be a gladiator...not in a suit, though—that's Harrison's thing.

Ebony steps out of her car and walks into a busy café. The barista greets her with a smile. "Morning, Ebony. The usual?"

"Yes, please," Ebony replies with a grin as the barista hands her a coffee and a chocolate-covered donut.

...

"Alright, I'm here. What's going on?" Ebony asks as she steps into the room, instantly drawing everyone's attention. "We're gathering all the spies," Olivia explains, nodding toward the group seated in the main room. The spies mentioned in the letter sit silently, eyeing each other with suspicion. "That woman over there is Maggie Andrews," Huck says, pointing subtly at a sharp-eyed woman. "She lives in Atlanta with her tax attorney husband and their three little girls."

"Why do they call her Wink?" Quinn asks, leaning forward, curiosity in her voice. "She was a sniper," Ebony chimes in, her tone casual. A few people turn to look at her. She shrugs. "What? I do my homework on people." She says as Huck nods in agreement, a small smile tugging at his lips. "She's right. Every time I saw her, one eye was always closed. Perfect for sniping." He says in agreement.

"Tell me about the guy she's talking to," Olivia says, shifting her focus to another person in the room. "That's Paul Gray," Huck replies, pointing discreetly. "In the '90s, he spoke 17 languages and knew how to kill a man in just as many ways." "And now he's a professor?" Harrison asks, raising an eyebrow. "Upstate New York," Huck confirms with a smirk. "Divorced. Probably because he couldn't keep his hands off his students."

Ebony wrinkles her nose in disgust. "Gross," she mutters, loud enough for the others to hear. "And the guy with the prescription pad in his pocket?" Olivia asks, focusing on another figure. "That's Melvin Feen," Huck says, his tone dropping a notch. "He could stay awake for days, but that wasn't even his real skill." Quinn tilts her head, intrigued. "What was his real skill?" Huck's expression darkens. "He knew exactly how much pain someone could handle before it killed them."

Ebony crosses her arms and nods slowly. "That's B613 for you," she says quietly, her gaze lingering on the ex-members with a mix of caution and understanding. "Sounds like a real charmer," Abby says with a sarcastic smile, lightening the mood just a little as a few uneasy chuckles ripple through the group. "And then there's Betsy Ray. Matches. Betsy owns a B&B in Vermont now, but back when we worked together..." Huck pauses, looking at the older woman. "Let me guess. She lit things on fire," Abby says, finishing his thought. "Didn't matter what it was—she could always make it look like an accident," Huck replies as they all glance at the seemingly harmless old lady. "And who's left?" Olivia asks, looking around.

"Charlie. I don't know what he's been up to lately, but he was the guy they called when someone needed to disappear," Huck says just as Charlie walks through the door. "Hey," Charlie greets casually, nodding at Huck, who nods back. Then, Charlie turns to Ebony and, instead of speaking, gives her a simple nod. Ebony nods back in silent acknowledgment.

"There was one last name that was mentioned on the paper who I dont even recognize" Huck admits making Olivia to turn to him in confusion. "Who?" She asks.