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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.
pigsfeet: (THE PONCHO RETURNS)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-27 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Daryl has watched people sew, it doesn't mean he knows how to sew. If watching equaled doing, he'd know how to sing. But, sure, if she wants him to sew. He swipes at the cloth in broad, inelegant sweeps, sewing the hole closed in something that resembles stitching up a wound. If she wanted a skilled hand, she should have grabbed someone else.

"I ain't good company."
shri: (» the gravel and the stone)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-27 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
She's at least polite in her corrections when she notices him do anything too grevious, not immediately answering his question as she leans across, and adjusts in quiet words. 'No, there, you see, the thread will pull through easier like this.' 'Careful, you'll catch yourself.' 'No, closer together or it'll tear.'

After a moment though, when she's back to her own work. Trusting she doesn't have to repeat herself twice on anything, pondering on his question. "Having had much of it, of late, I am inclined to disagree."
pigsfeet: (miss congeniality)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-28 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Daryl is too used to bad teachers to take instruction slowly. His stitches improve at a rapid pace despite himself. Once, a needle goes through the tip of his finger, but it doesn't bleed; his rough fingers are too calloused for that.

"We were waiting to die," he grumbles. "That ain't company."
shri: (» it keeps my veins hot)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-28 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"A man," she begins, pulling the thread through again, her own stitches at an even pace, and as he improves, he doesn't much need her teaching. "Who is willing to risk so much for a dying woman, without even knowing why or what he's retrieving?"

She leans forward, hair sweeping as she holds the material closer to her as she peers at a particularly fiddly part of the tear. Then she straightens, looking up at him, frankly with utter expectation he will not look away from her. "That is company I will always keep, and will fight to do so."

Firm, a promise and an acknowledgement. Why she had to speak Piotr first, whatever protection she could give him, whatever favour. It was his, now.
pigsfeet: (watch my high chaos playthrough)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-03 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Daryl wants to ignore her suggestions, to make it clear how silly it is that she's making him do this, but then she'll have to unstitch all his work, adding to hers, and really, it's not a bad skill to learn. Despite their size, his hands aren't clumsy, and he makes quick work of her suggested improvements.

"Was doing it for my own reasons," he mutters, a bit of string in his mouth as he pulls another knot tight. "Ain't gotta worry your head over it. You better?" He looks up at her with a significant expression. She looks... different. Better, but more than that.
shri: (» red orange yellow flicker beat)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-04 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
Better is a word for it, she supposes, no longer slowly sliding towards death is the truth of it. But since that can never be anyone's knowledge, she nods slowly. "Well enough, now, and hope to be so soon. It seems I... needed a respite."

Which is the easiest way of saying what it was to spend long unconscious hours after he and Washington had done the best to keep her moving, keep her awake and not slip until she was safe too.
pigsfeet: (that's a rock)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-04 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"You sure ain't dying no more." He suspects, from Miles' rather pointed commentary, that the vial he gave her was more meaningful than he knew. He also knows he doesn't want to know. Maybe once before, it would have been important, but now? He has his own secrets. They'll both keep them in turn.

So he lets the subject drop.

"Gotta thank you," he says, maybe a little more softly. "Beth don't need looking after." A pause. "Good that you did, though."
shri: (» i move through town)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-05 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
That part at least is easy, she nods to him with an easy acceptance of the words, fiddling with a thread as she knots it at a point to make sure the thread didn't slip too much in wear and tear, and then keeps on going.

"She doesn't." A happy agreement on that point. "She just needed some time to learn a different set of rules. I was happy to make sure she could do that as safely as possible."
pigsfeet: (pleaaaase)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-05 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
Daryl snorts, unable to stop himself. "She don't gotta get married, either." That gets out before he can stop it, and he hopes it doesn't sound... he doesn't know. Weird? Byerly had thought he wanted to screw the poor girl, which is a circumstance he wouldn't wish on anyone. Luckily, Daryl is ironclad sure that the queen is smarter than goddamn Byerly.
shri: (» it keeps my veins hot)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-05 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
She might be smarter than Byerly but oh does it beg some teasing. "Oh? Does she have a beloved already?" She does her very best to keep her face perfectly straight but there's a smile that she does her best to smother down before it creeps up on her.

He's not too old, she supposes, then again she's not the best judge for that or so she'd been informed. She apparently got married far younger than most people by Miles' reaction to her words.
pigsfeet: make it last the whole night long. (sing me a song)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-05 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
Daryl gives her a dry look. "Yeah," he says, "two dead ones."

That is, after a moment, probably not his place to mention. Beth, he knows, wouldn't appreciate it in the slightest. Shit, she'll be pissed. But then, at least, he'll deserve her anger. He'll take it. It's what he gets for talking before he thinks.

(And, shit, he liked Zach. He was a good kid. Never knew Jimmy, but he liked talking to Zach, liked how the kid mooned over Beth and sighed when she walked by. He shouldn't have died, especially not like the way he did.)
shri: (» sparking up my heart)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-05 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
Well - that's that then, isn't it? "You are remarkably reticient to being teased, has anyone told you that?"

But she's hardly put off. Continuing with her work. "Nor would I or the Countess foister her off on the first man that came across. It's just... dangerous for a woman to be unallied without a companion. Ridiculous as that is."

She snorts, at least as a widow she was afforded some freedom and choice of movement and what she likes. But to be young and pretty unmarried always caused problems.
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[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-05 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Ain't everybody?" He's never met someone lining up to be made fun of. Daryl has put an inordinate amount of effort into not being a laughingstock. Mostly, it's a worthless effort, but like many things he's been taught, he doesn't know how to stop trying.

"You really planning to marry her off?" He notices she's still talking like she has the authority to try it. He'd like to watch, if she does. It'd be nice to see Beth spitting mad at someone who isn't him.
shri: (» the future runs through our bones)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-05 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Did she mention that?" She shakes her head, bemused. "I take it is quite a difference, where you come from, you both seem alarmed with the thought." A click of her tongue on that difference. "But marriage isn't about... a relationship, I suppose. It is about security for the future."

He is obviously... protective, of the girl, and she doesn't want to startle him to that point. Seems explaining is the best course of action.

"For instance, if this were my home and I a Queen still, I would take her on as a court singer and a dependant of my retinue, and she would be paid out of such funds. Granted, if it were my home, she would have been married years ago, I thought she would have been married already." Her hand waves as she explains, the needle still pinched between her thumb and forefinger. "That would be my only goal, here and now. Just the same, I want to see her cared for. Whatever form that takes. If it's marriage, well so be it, if it is to organize... a business for her, or something like it, than I shall be glad for it too."
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[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-05 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"She can take care of herself," Daryl says. It's neither a warning or an admonishment. It's the simple truth. Beth has lived through worse shit than the queen knows. Thinking back on her dying desire to kill that cop bitch, she's probably lived through worse shit than Daryl knows.

Which is an unsettling thought, so he sets it aside. Daryl keeps sewing. "She told you 'bout... Georgia." About how things are there. "Ain't no security there. Ain't none here, neither."

The unspoken advice being that no one needs to get married unless they want to. Daryl isn't worried about Beth getting carried off, so much as her getting tied up in some stupid political shit neither of them are prepared to get her out of. If it's a fight, they'll handle it, but none of them know how to do the courtly dance the queen is describing.
shri: (» forever singing)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-06 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
"She can." That at least, they can agree on.

But she keeps on sewing as well, from the outside, it seems like idle chatter she supposes. The two of them working, and every so often when he pulls a stitch too wide, she gestures to it for him to correct it and then leaves it at that. "She told me some, and I got the impression that it is... an unforgiving chaos." Which is as good an explanation for court life too.

"... and that she cannot return." She clearly doesn't like it, but if it is true then. "But if she is to stay, these battles are different. I want her equipped to handle them."

That is said fiercely, stubbornly, muttered into her work. "I won't see another girl played victim to other's cruelties. Not while I live and breath." She leans forward with her knife, the one given to her in service of the Countess, and cut the thread with a definite snap. She's never so sure as when on the advance.
pigsfeet: (THE PONCHO RETURNS)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-09 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Daryl's expression twists sour at her words. So Beth told her what happens? Who else knows? And why does it worry him? If you can own any information, Christ, you deserve the patent on your own death.

He ducks his head, trying to hide the expression of remorse that momentarily shadows him. He focuses on his sewing, because that matters. He considers her words, her other words, while he watches every stitch. The fact that she thinks Beth will get caught up in some social trap, like a girl in some old fashion movie, is a cheerfully hilarious thought.

"You gave her a knife," Daryl says. "All she needs to get out of it." If someone corners her, social or otherwise, the best way to get out is by cutting a hole in the problem.
shri: (» their legacy's too hard to take)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-09 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
And that she can laugh at. Not cruelly, at least not this time, as she keeps stitching, flicking her fingers at him in a teasing gesture. It says more than anything to how comfortable she is around him. It's not darting or barbed, that way she digs at Byerly or even at times with Miles, she's comfortable.

"If that were the answer to all of life's problems, Dixon, I doubt we would have ended up in that cell together."
pigsfeet: (nopenopenopenope)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-12 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Daryl snorts. He remembers the Cetagandan ear still tucked away in his pocket. He ought to get rid of it before it gets truly putrid. "Worked for us okay."
shri: (» now they whisper it)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-14 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay, is hardly a perfect solution, I think you would agree. Besides, we are... hardly an average among our fellows at the best of times."

She waves her hand dismissively, shaking her head briefly before she curls back over her work. "But she will need an income, connections, if she is to stay, to ensure she doesn't have to rely on anyone else."

His care, she appreciates, but she's nothing but a bluntly practical woman at her best. Beth will need food, clothes, somewhere to live. Especially, and her frowns deepens, with what Miles had told her, she must be able to live without the Countess or Sonia's support. Lakshmi leans forward a bit further, to catch the end of her thread where she comes to the end of her row of neat, exact stitches, to snap the thread with her teeth. "If you will not hear me on it as a source of concern for her well being, take it from a woman who used to run such things, for thousands of people, every day."

She catches the excess thread from where it's wet and makes it easy to catch as she spins it between her forefinger and thumb, discarding it.
Edited 2017-03-14 14:16 (UTC)
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[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-19 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Daryl gets it, sort of. He gets what the queen means, at least. "If she's gotta marry some prick to do what she wants," Daryl says, "she ain't doin' what she wants."

It's as simple as that. Freedom, he's learned, is living without an arrow in the doorpost.
shri: (» the wishes i've made)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-20 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
"You truly are concerned about her, aren't you?"

If it were anyone else, she would think it was the concerned of the beloved. But... as it stood, Daryl didn't seem quite the type. Mores the pity, she could organize it, and be rest assured that they would both be in good hands.

"Alright, I will do everything in my power to make sure she never has to until she wants to. Does that ease you some?"
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[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-25 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Daryl shrugs, noncommittal. Of course he cares. Of course he's not about to confirm it.

"S'what she wants," Daryl mutters. "Too polite to say it."
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[personal profile] shri 2017-03-26 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
Another time, if this continues, she might shake him till she gets some lick of plain sense from him. ( Knows that she won't, just like he doesn't from her ).

"Much too polite." Sometimes. She thinks about her laughing at the thought of just being married already. Teenagers. Her eyes roll. "The same goes for you, of course, whatever I might do, whatever my own... position can do for you."

A nod, stiff, terms of a business agreement rather than concern. Rather than you did not even ask why, when you saved my life.
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[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-26 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't need your favors," Daryl growls under his breath. He wishes people would quit trying this shit, trying to buy him. He's never been for sale. Death has always been preferable to purchase. That's how it was in the compound. That's how it is now.

"Told you. Didn't do it for you."

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