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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-02-18 03:21 pm

[ february ii log ]

Who: Everyone
What: Traitors exposed, celebrations had, sleight hands passing cards under the table. And so begin the preparations for what is soon to come.
When: February 18th - 28th
Where: Barrayaran camp / Cetagandan base
Warnings: Torture (interrogations thread)

Quick links:
Riverfall
Barrayar: Barrayaran camp / Party / Missions
Cetaganda: Cetagandan base / Moon-poetry party / Missions


The harsh weather rages on, which temperatures still averaging far below freezing, and the wind is still strong. But things are a little less dire for the outsiders, and for the exotics -- well, they have their own chills to deal with.

riverfall
Riverfall village is your typical Dendarii mountain village, which means it's small, humble, and mostly poor. This is the most rural of the rural around here, a little backwater even by Barrayaran standards. Most of the villagers live in houses of wood and stone built themselves or by ancestors. Despite the cold, there are plenty of people outside at any given time -- working, mostly, because the daily grind stops for no one, but even the occasional group of children taken over by fits of cabin fever. The village is built up against a rocky mountain face, from the top of which the eponymous waterfall flows into the river that borders the west edge of the village and continues down the mountain. The place isn't exactly hidden, but if you don't know your way around, it'd be hard to find without a native guide.

The villagers are wary of the outsiders at first, even more than the soldiers had been -- the rural Dendarii are as superstitious as they come -- but, slowly convinced of their good intentions, start to warm to them. They're a blunt, hardy people, largely uneducated and tending toward the most extreme of Barrayaran sensibilities, but they are undeniably fierce. The General Count trusts them, so they'll be more or less civil (by Barrayaran standards, anyway), but you might catch the occasional scrutinizing, watchful stare. With Cetagandans in camp and exotics among them, they border on hostile, especially those who are visibly nonhuman. They keep their heads down enough to keep from getting into trouble with the soldiers, but they do not like you at all.

Not everyone in Riverfall speaks English -- Russian is everyone's first language, and only about half the village has any passable command of English. Thankfully, the village's Speaker Yakiv Gura speaks English, if heavily accented. They're clearly stretching to the limit to help the camp, but to the Dendarii, there's no higher act than one in the Count's service, especially when it comes to fighting this war.

barrayar
Even after scoring themselves a little extra food, morale in the camp is at an all-time low. The miserably dangerous weather hasn't let up, food is still heavily rationed, and everyone is still at least a little tired, cold, and hungry all of the time. It doesn't help that they've lost a few soldiers in the last couple of weeks, and in Riverfall, too, some villagers have died of the cold despite their relative warmth and safety, mostly children. This is hardly the first harsh winter they've faced, but that doesn't stop the inexorable loss that comes with it. Some villagers may be somberly putting their loved ones to rest in the village graveyard when the outsiders are in town.

But Piotr finally calls Negri out as a spy sent by his aide-de-camp Captain Ezar Vorbarra, partly to deliver a message and partly to test Piotr, because Ezar loves coy bullshit. However, he does learn that both Ezar and Prince Xav Vorbarra, Olivia and Sonia's father, are en route to Vorkosigan's District with relief supplies from Beta Colony secured by Xav's ambassadorial connections and tireless lobbying. Once Piotr judges it safe to release this information, it bring with it a bit of hope -- and to seal the deal, Piotr and Olivia arrange a celebration of sorts in the village.

Finally outing the ring of reason in the camp helps to bolster morale, too. Vorhalas is interrogated, and the names of his co-conspirators are revealed: Lieutenant Boris Vortala, who killed himself in disgrace shortly after his fast-penta interrogation at ghem-General Zefyst's hand, and their commander Captain Aaron Vorbataille. Vorbataille has, of course, already started to make his escape -- but with the help out of the outsiders, he won't get very far. Once Piotr is satisfied with Vorbataille's interrogation as well, both men are put to execution, but not by beheading as Doctor ghem-Miko: the sentence for treason is death by public starvation and exposure, and in this weather, it doesn't take long. They are publicly and emphatically denounced as traitors with no honor to speak of, sending a very clear message. Although this might seem like a gruesome sight to the outsiders, to the Barrayarans this is simply how it goes, and very few of them are sorry to see these traitors suffer, particularly as Vorhalas was the one responsible for their food shortage in the first place.

Reports from those soldiers and outsiders who were in the village at the same time as the Cetagandan field science team present the General Count with another troubling problem, however: the implications of the Cetagandans building a device that could control this phenomenon are terrifying, particularly to this threadbare resistance movement. But sabotage seems hardly a worthy solution, either. This is the only lead they have on sending the outsiders home, and so many of them have already put their lives on the line for the cause of a planet that otherwise nothing to most of them. There would be no honor in robbing them of their only chance to return home. But whether they should continue to allow the Cetagandans to proceed with their research or try to find a way to copy their plans themselves, a dubiously possible venture at best, weighs heavily on his mind. It only complicates his strategic concerns further, but by his military orders in the next couple of weeks, at least one thing is clear: he wants Cetagandan bodies.

camp
Morale is critically low among the soldiers, particularly after a few casualties during a recent skirmish with a Cetagandan patrol, but spirits definitely begin to lift with news of relief. The soldiers are now more or less accustomed to the outsiders' place in the camp, and they're even starting to become a little friendlier toward them, particularly those who've been involved in the war effort. They might invite outsiders to play card or dice games with them, or share a conversation over an admittedly meager meal, or better still, bond with them in the true Barrarayan form: over a lot of alcohol.

Negri has more or less built himself a niche in the camp, and doesn't look like he's going anywhere any time soon. But he isn't the only spy around. They desperately need a man on the inside, particularly with the troubling news about the wormhole device, and right now, that man is Byerly Vorrutyer. Starting next month, Piotr is sending him on assignment to infiltrate the Cetagandan base under the cover of a cowardly collaborator.

party
By the time they have the party on the 21st, the villagers have warmed up to the outsiders a little, but they don't really bond until the party. With what little they have to share, they scrape together as much of a feast as they can: not much, but by this month's standards, any hot meal prepared with fresh ingredients seems absolutely decadent. And because this is Barrayar there is, of course, plenty of liquor, that Barrayaran moonshine maple mead not the least among them, and there's no shortage of wine or vodka, either.

The hillfolk light lanterns all around the village and raise large tarps to cover the open center of the village where they usually hold gatherings. Inside, protected from the wind and lit by the bonfire and braziers placed around the perimeter, it's actually almost warm. Every villager who's ever laid hand to an instrument seems to gather there to play music all night long, an energetic mix of lively folk music and raucous drinking songs. Anyone with any musical talent would be welcome to join them as well. There's plenty of dancing, too, very little of it formal or complicated, but everyone's having a good time for the first time in weeks, maybe months, and the mood is infectious. By the end of the night, morale seems to have risen overall, and people in camp have something real to look forward to. The partygoing visitors are put up in warmed tents within the tarped village center or in the villagers' homes where they have room. Come morning, they'll head back, but for just one night, it's almost like there isn't even a war on.

missions
Outsiders have been assisting with moving supplies between the camp and Riverfall all throught he rest of the month, and it mostly goes smoothly. Vorbataille is caught on the 20th, although he and Vorhalas aren't publicly executed until a few days later, when Piotr is satisfied with the intelligence he's extracted. By the time he gets Vorbataille's name out of Vorhalas, the traitorous Captain has already fled -- but thanks to Carolina, Duv and Zarya, he's dragged back to camp for his interrogation.

That evening, Maine and William have the misfortune of encountering a dragon -- Darkstalker is on a mission with a Cetagandan patrol, and they run right smack into each other. A fight breaks out, but ultimately Darkstalker and the Cetagandans come out on top, and the outsiders and Barrayarans are forced to retreat -- but not before managing to kill a Cetagandan soldier or two, just barely escaping with one of the bodies.

Miles finds himself in a terrible position when a guard patrol shift goes horribly wrong in a skirmish against some Cetagandans, resulting in the death of their squad leader and a very ugly aftermath.

Zarya, William, Beth and Miles are in Riverfall with some Barrayaran soldiers on a supply run when a Cetagandan field science team arrives with a few exotics in tow. This is a rare chance to learn more about the Cetagandans' scientific exploits, and among other things, they find out that whatever it is that brought them here, the Cetagandan scientists are convincede it has something to do with the wormhole that collapsed 700 years ago.

The unabridged mission writeup is here.

cetaganda
The Cetagandans are a notoriously tight-lipped bunch, but they're blowing away most of the smoke surrounding their wormhole science research. As has been alluded, they're currently working on a device to harness the phenomenon that brought all the exotics here in the first place, and hopefully find a way to send them all home with it. They invite any exotics with scientific expertise to a series of interviews about neurology, astrophysics, and mechanical engineering. None of the advisement they receive helps to solve one of their most critical problems -- that of generating a Necklin field to match the one that must have surrounded each exotic -- but it certainly puts them closer to their goal, particularly in the area of neurology, and they're hardly going to stop there. But it's clear that the mathematicians and astrophysicists on base don't have sufficient expertise to solve the most complex equations before them. But on the brighter side of things, in the interest of this scientific exchange, they're letting the lab techs help a little more beyond just grunt work.

Meanwhile, the genetics project that seems so strange and arcane to the exotic carries on, largely behind the scenes, although Diya is increasingly at odds with her husband and even some of her senior staff, particularly the precocious Amai ghem-Soren. But there is very real purpose behind it -- and far more than just one -- and Diya d'Zefyst is a woman of great ambition. And more than anything else, she is haut.

Unfortunately, the relative peace on base is abruptly broken when Daryl, Lakshmi and Wash all manage to escape in a wild breakout attempt on the 25th. York and Ratchet are left behind, and as a result, some of their privileges revoked. They're now being watched a little more closely as a result.

base
Overall, despite simmering tensions under the surface and the miserable weather, life on base seems to be going more or less smoothly around them. The Cetagandans have had some recent victories against the Barrayarans, so morale is high. Unfortunately, after the breakout they begin cracking down on security with the exotics -- going back to treating the exotics a little more like they did when they first arrived. They aren't under guard, but after the 25th, they are being watched.

They still maintain that insistent veneer of civility, however, breaking only in cases where they feel the need or security risk is significant enough. The ghem on base remain overall cordial and courteous to the exotics as they ever were, which is to say considerably and always with a touch of smug superiority. With her success at the party earlier this month followed by her performance in the moon-poetry garden, the often-sequestered Amai ghem-Soren is seen more around the base.

moon-poetry party
The moon-poetry party is about three hours long and steeped in ceremony, each participant taking their turn to recite. This is, apparently, not a recitation of one's own work, but rather selections of classical Cetagandan poems, and in so referencing something culturally ubiquitous, each makes a statement in its mere selection and juxtapositions. If you pay close enough attention, you might notice that each participant has very subtly coordinated their outfits to further complement the theme of their recitation. Although there is a definite dignity to the party, it doesn't take much to pick up on the fact that this is yet another arena ghem use to try and socially one-up one another. Among the participants are both the Chief Medical Officer Colonel Faro ghem-Naru and Doctor Amai ghem-Soren, whose performance was especially well-received, the theme apparently being something about subtle passions.

missions
The science interviews with the exotics go more or less well, although not quite so hopeful as the Cetagandans were hoping. They do, however, learn some things about FTL travel in other worlds as well as other kinds of neural implants.

On the evening of the 21st, York, Natasha and Kaidan accidentally bear witness to what is clearly some kind of travesty: clearly a human being, but both overgrown and underdeveloped, and exhibiting powers of hydrokinesis and psychic empathy, referred to only as a ba.

On the 23rd, Jasper, Lapis, Pearl and Darkstalker accompany some soldiers and a field science team to Riverfall village, coinciding with a visit from some outsiders and soldiers. They encounter some outsiders while there but also pick up a bit on what it is the Cetagandans are doing -- that the Necklin field problem still remains their biggest problem, and they've been getting conflicting orders from the higher ups lately.

The unabridged mission writeup is here.

Note: Negri and Zahal are available for threads by request only this round. Please hit up Madi or Ammay respectively if you want threads with either of those NPCs. You can also request a thread with Village Speaker Yakiv Gura if you want, in which case hit up Madi.
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[personal profile] for_art 2017-03-07 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Ghem-Naru gestures confirmation. "Until the ghem-General decides to grant you parole, yes." He raises an eyebrow. "You might not have killed anyone, but you were certainly party to the whole event."

The guards start to usher York toward the door. Off you go, Mister Freelancer, back to your cell.
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[personal profile] shri 2017-03-07 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
In part it is because she doesn't want to hear it - if it's a soldier she could dismiss it from both their minds as a cruel joke, talk to Piotr to vent some of that feeling. Because it is the path of those that drink the blackwater, to watch those around them die, that was the price. She would eventually, lose them all.

But it didn't stop her fighting that as often as she could.

This though, neither of them had a doubt about Dixon, and it wretches ugly in her chest in the thought. It was not as if that wasn't the way of the world, girls as sweet as her died often. Sometimes to cruel butchers blades, sometimes to sickness, to children. But it happened.

None of that, made it easy. "Oh daughter, no."

She pulls her close. Arm tight around her shoulders, as exhausted as she is, barely well, but not dying this time, but hanging on. Pressing her face into her hair, shutting her eyes tightly as she holds onto her. Pressing a kiss into her hair.
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[personal profile] eugengineer 2017-03-07 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Diya hums vague agreement. "I shall speak with ghem-Colonel Naru. We may be able to run some physical tests -- performance tests, so to speak. Without prior hard data for comparison, our findings may not be very insightful. But it may be worth trying."
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[personal profile] shri 2017-03-07 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Because they will not flourish. [ That is in utter disbelief, her hand waving away in sheer dismissal of that notion. Beyond even mocking laughter that she so often used.

Rather to hear such things out of the mouth of someone of her home, stings like she'd been struck. Recoiling like a blow to her face. Stepping away and shaking her head, no - that will not be the truth of it.
]

This isn't an unrest that they happened upon or were invited to solve by this land. This is an unrest that they made. They are invaders, they have come to a planet not their own and elected to claim it as their own.
Edited 2017-03-07 23:17 (UTC)
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-08 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
She tenses instinctively, even as Rani wraps her up in a hug. I'm not your daughter is on her lips, the memory of her own mother's staggering corpse suddenly fresh in her mind. And then she thinks, This is stupid, it's not what she means.

That's when she relaxes a little, her eyes closing, and buries her face in Rani's shoulder.

(Sometime later, she'll wonder if Maggie ever felt this way. If she'd stiffened and shoved Mama away despite wanting someone's comfort, even if she couldn't have her own mother.)
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-03-08 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
That is not...

[ She's not wrong. She's not wrong about that -- Wash's words about the Cetagandans still having the choice to leave this planet in peace and ignoring that option -- and it's difficult to argue that fact. It is fact. Those are not to be argued with.

Vishkar was no different. So there has to be a reason, something to make it worthwhile, and she can't step any closer but her brows furrow down tightly. ]


They are going to make things better, if they would only let them. If you see someplace you can do good, you should. But these attacks, this rebellion, all it is doing is hampering the progress that could be made. Look around you! This could all be theirs!
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[personal profile] threemoons 2017-03-08 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
His wings fold back around him defensively, tail twitching. He didn't need this scavenger's pity, nor the reminder of how much he missed his friends.

"Seems like the vast majority of us are."
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[personal profile] shri 2017-03-08 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ What a miracle, silence.

But one that comes with a price, as he intones back something that - well, she thinks its a compliment apart from his complaints about her and this - Kimball woman. He is fond of her, it seems.

Perhaps, she can be soft on that. Pausing a little in her work. There's nothing closer to her than someone who is trying to do their best, despite everything put to them.
] It is who you are now.

[ Maybe she should be angry that such a choice was made for her, to some degree, but she does not know how to be other than what she is, anymore. ]
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[personal profile] komarran 2017-03-08 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
Was it worth retaking? [ A brutal question, but given what it was and the scale of the war, well... He's curious what Wash's opinion on that effort is. ]

It sounds as if it cost a great deal.
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[personal profile] shri 2017-03-08 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ She takes the space to compose herself, and for his breath away at her request, she has more fondness and respect for him than half of what his flirting words had given her. Quick gestures, she flicks out her fingers like she could undo the pent up agitation. The restlessness that sits deep - and it comes out as no more than a particularly long breath in and then out again behind his back. Setting her teeth and holding herself still that

- it's all gone, when he turns back.
] I detest those that took my happiness, my kingdom, and my people's innocence and life from them.

[ She can share softer things, at least. Tells them like there is nothing awful about to happen to them. Like they both don't know good memories can't last. ] You would have delighted in my husband's palace, the Fortress in Jhansi, or even my... the Rani Mahal. [ Though that place had come to feel a prison, in its way, relegated to a gilded cage while her people were fed upon and she was helpless to them. ] Every room was painted in rich colours, and every room had carpets. My husband loved music and art, and all manner of artisans would come to Jhansi, and so there was almost always something being performed, always music and every festival was done in great splendour.

[ Her eyes close, brief, lost in a good memory, a good thought. ] Flowers, there were always flowers. I miss the smell of them. My ladies would put them in my hair daily. Said that if I were to named - Lakshmi - that I...

[ Stop dreaming, Queen, the thought was a brush of a hand on her soldier. Sir Bors turning her mind to the future, or her father's urging upon discipline. ] ... well, it was a different time then. I was a far different woman. You can see why it is easy to miss.
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[personal profile] ghemsweetscent 2017-03-08 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
"I see," Amai says smoothly, but it comes out sounding more like how quaint. "How many worlds are in your republic?"
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[personal profile] shri 2017-03-08 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
She's beyond weeping, great outpourings of grief stopped when her little boy's heart did. But it comes to something like it, holding her. Wrapped arms tightly to her shoulders, face in her hair as she takes low breaths. Perhaps this an easy out pour, from speaking with the woman of her homeland, to what Miles had told her of his families fate. That she had to leave York behind where she had promised him to see his Carolina.

Just one more thing, it is always one more thing.

She can't stomach that helplessness, she never could. "We will... sort something out." She murmurs, light into her hair like it is the only thing. "You do not have to face such a fate if you do not wish."
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[personal profile] shri 2017-03-08 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
A great many things will be gifted to them. But this? This will never be theirs. Subjugation, destruction, enslavement, starvation, their livelihoods belittled and stripped from them, that will all be theirs, but this dazzling prosperity?

[ It's grit, desperate, listen, please, listen to her, please tell her that this isn't the future after all she bled for. ]

They will never see a breath of it. They will kill all that oppose them and call the graveyards peace, but the peace will be theirs.
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-03-08 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
How do you know? How can you say for certain?

[ She thinks of Rio de Janeiro, of the favela. What had Sanjay said? Those who served a purpose in Vishkar's future would find their lives improved. That was key. Those who... ]

Those who become part of a greater purpose can find peace. It is the only way. Discord, chaos, unrest, this can't serve them any better.

[ Both hands have curled into fists by this point. ]

I have known what it is to live in the wreckage of war, Rani. Were it not for people like the Cetagandans, like Vishkar, I would be there still. And it is no life for anyone.
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[personal profile] startpoint 2017-03-08 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Heaven help freelancers and their martyr complexes.

The scenario Wash describes is easy enough to picture in her mind. York watching their backs while they tried to get out. Except no plan survives first contact with the enemy, they'd had enough missions go sideways because of unanticipated scenarios. How many times had that happened back in Freelancer? They'd failed to account for CT's betrayal, failed to account for their own instabilities.

And York always keeping an eye on the people around him. He was better at working as part of a team than anyone else back then. ]


And then he laid down covering fire for you.

[ It's not a question. It's what she would have done if she'd been the one covering the rear. ]
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-08 10:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wash nods, still breathing heavily, closing his eyes briefly again. He doesn't like being this obviously distressed, but he's fresh out of being knocked unconscious, the memories still fresh in his mind, and he's always been more vulnerable with Carolina, always been more comfortable with her. It really is good to see her again, but god, he should have York with him. He should've brought York with him. ]

It was supposed to be both of us covering for the rest, if something went wrong. Had a plan, had a fallback, we were both the most likely to be able to handle ourselves while the rest got out. [ A pause, and. ] He was hit by something, Ratchet went back for him, and I.

[ Wash can still hear that scream when York had collapsed and buckled into the snow. Still remembers turning back, York yelling at him to keep going, Lakshmi struggling ahead with Daryl trying to help her the best he could. He looks up at her, his expression obviously pained, grip tight over her arm. ]

I'm sorry.
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-08 11:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ A brutal question -- but an understandable one, from an academic who's apparently studied a period of war. Wash is always a pragmatist, besides. He can appreciate the question. ]

It took five years, and it was five years of hell. Harvest wasn't much of a colony anymore, but it was of strategic importance, at least before the Covenant started moving further inward.

It was our first real victory against the Covenant, and it was invaluable if only for that. It told us that . . . [ A pause, and. ] It told us that they weren't invincible.

[ It was the first time when it felt like a war and not a desperate attempt to draw out the inevitable. ]
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[personal profile] durango 2017-03-08 11:51 am (UTC)(link)
Deanna straightens even more, her chin lifted in some defiance. "Over a hundred and fifty worlds spanning more than 8,000 light years."

Hmmph. Quaint indeed.
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[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-08 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He makes a little soft noise of acknowledgment. He surveys her thoughtfully. This, too, is a posture, no less a manipulation than the prior flirtation and teasing, but it looks so genuine. He's good at this - absurdly good at this - with just the right amount of sympathetic pain around his eyes and lips, the right blend of empathy and opportunism in his manner when he says: ]

It's a bit hard to imagine you like that, reine. You don't exactly come across as a woman nostalgic for flowers. You seem a woman of steel rather than of tapestries.
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[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-08 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
And...Were there women-warriors amongst the outsiders that the Cetagandans picked up?
shri: (» but if we go we go together)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-08 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And for all his intent, it seems, he finally makes that careful first step for her to acknowledge him as more than something to be swept away from her. Not in anyway that mattered, or was useful quite probably. Teasing laughter and idle old stories.

Even so, any emotional depth to the idle words is kept far from her expression or tone, not even for her wariness of him. The Cetagandans had taken that from her, to her mind, drugged her, ripped up secrets of herself like yanking out weeds. Cared for half as much.
]

Because I was not a woman grown yet when I was fond of such things, I was thirteen when I married. You'll forgive a girl her fondness for flowers, I hope.
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[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-08 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Nothing to forgive.

[ He presses a hand to his heart, lowers himself in a half bow. ]

I myself prefer flowers to steel. It has always left me rather out of place in my home, but I don't think it makes me any less worthy. [ He lifts himself up, and he says, for once quite thoroughly honest - ] I wish that humanity was such that no one would have to take up swords. That that girl could have grown into a woman who loved flowers, too.
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-08 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure.

[ Jasper, in a way. Natasha. Really not going to tell you shit about Natasha, though. ]
shri: (» so we pull our feet through)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-08 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her smile kicks up, brief as it is, sends those new found lines creasing deep on her face. Weathered, as she perhaps always should look, so they could all be on the same page. ]

Then who would keep you busy, Byerly?
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[personal profile] startpoint 2017-03-08 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Shit.

Her lips thin as she listens to the matter of fact explanation, mind flying to the fact that York knows her. Knows more about her than anyone except maybe Wash or Epsilon. He knows he real name, how she fights and her weak points. Wash said the same thing but it hits her all over again. She's a different person from back then but... there's enough that hasn't changed that the cetagandans will have valuable intel. ]


Did they consider you none the worse for wear? You aren't looking your best right now.

[ Still... there's something hopeful in her expression. If they took York alive then there's a chance to get him back. ]