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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-03-18 02:15 pm

[ march ii log: ageless beauty ]

Who: Everyone!
What: The skies finally lighten, and so do spirits, but there are still quiet machinations in the dark. The good doctor's fate is finally decided.
When: March 18th - 31st
Where: Barrayaran camp, Cetagandan base & Riverfall Village
Warnings: TBD

Quick links:
Riverfall
Barrayar: Plague / Camp / Missions
Cetaganda: Plague / Base / Missions

First: Special thanks and credit to Vee ([profile] veelynn) for lending us her beautiful photography for this event!

TIMELINE
3/19 Art Fair
3/20 York & Ratchet's arrival to the Barrayaran camp
3/22 Raid: Medical Supplies
3/26 Haut Sei's arrival, Eavesdropping Eta
3/27 Eavesdropping Sigma
3/27 - 3/28 Rat Race
3/29 Official reception for Haut Sei
3/30 Mystery Plot

One thing can be said for the month of March: at least the weather's gotten better. By mid-month, while the piled-up snow is slow to melt, the temperatures have now risen to just freezing rather than well below freezing. It's still a pretty cold March, but by this point, anything close to freezing feels like a balmy spring, and they have a nice string of sunny days for the rest of the month.

riverfall
Although their numbers have been thinned by the flu epidemic, Cetagandan patrols still pass regularly through the village, allowing those spying for the Cetagandans to pass along information via dead drop.

Riverfall was hit just as hard by the epidemic as the camp, and by the end of the month, the village houses no more than sixty people. The aid from the outsiders and soldiers in caring for and treating the sick goes a long way, but by the end, there are still a lot of bodies to bury and souls to burn death offerings for. There's an overall somber cast to the village despite the brightening weather.

barrayar
The Barrayarans haven't been hit as dramatically as the Cetagandans, but their numbers are much fewer, and patrols are still thin. Anyone healthy enough is being asked to pull double shifts, stretching their resources where they can, but at least the food situation is improving considerably thanks to both Xav's relief supplies and the lightening weather.

Once seeing both his daughters recover from the flu, Prince Xav leaves camp on the 19th to rendezvous with his transport back to Vorbarr Sultana so he can make another risky attempt at getting off-planet and back through the wormhole blockade. Ezar, as Piotr's aide-de-camp, sticks around -- and so does Negri, of course.

Knowing that it would be safer (if less comfortable) and possibly more useful for the Barrayarans to rendezvous with Micah rather than try to get them back off-planet, Xav leaves Doctor Niadem's fate in Barrayaran hands…and not to great result. Now that the Cetagandans have Micah, Piotr and his general staff -- and anyone in-the-know enough about the situation to provide any advisement -- are still debating what to do about Micah and the wormhole device. They could either try to rescue Micah to their side…or leave them in Cetagandan hands and hope to make contact via one of their informants.

This makes cultivating informants on the Cetagandan side an even higher priority, and if anyone has any ties to outsiders on the other side, personal or otherwise, Piotr wants to hear about it. Any intelligence about the Star Gate Project is vital.

plague
The ill in the camp and Riverfall are recovering, slowly, but the flu is still spreading, reaching its apex, and people are still getting sick. Even as the weather clears up, it's still damp, and many of the sick are falling to pneumonia, a near-certain death without antibiotics. They've already exhausted the medical supplies Xav and Ezar brought with them, and the medical raids went poorly -- only resulting in enough antibiotics for about 20% of the village and camp's combined population.

By the end of the month, though, the Barrayarans are finally beginning to pull through. The camp and village start to recover, with the mortalities over the month total to 58 influenza-related deaths. It's time to bury the death, burn a death offering, and keep on moving on.

camp
Both Olivia and Sonia have recovered from their bouts with the flu, more or less intact despite Olivia's very touch-and-go health for a while. Now Sonia's repaying everyone's visits to her by tending to the sick and helping out where she can. And as the weather warms up and people start to recover, the line for the bath tent starts getting longer…it's still pretty cold, but after lying around in the sickbay tent for a while, few people are going to complain for the chance to wash.

Morale is still buckling, so amidst all the doom and gloom, Sonia decides to try and bring a little levity to the camp by hosting a makeshift little art show on the 19th. The Princess can often be seen with her old antique camera, taking candids or scenic pictures in the mountains, although she rarely shows her work to anyone else. Tonight, though, she has hung up a variety of her black-and-white photos around the camp for the art fair -- some of the candids are even of outsiders, and Sonia's aim seems to be catching everyone in their warmest, happiest moment. There's no sense of tragedy or despair in her work.

She's encouraged as many of the soldiers and outsiders to contribute anything in the way of art -- stories, songs, performance, or craft, she invites it all. A few soldiers make a surprisingly harmonic little chorus, and some visiting villagers give engaging tellings of Barrayaran legends. Lakshmi shows off some of her embroidery, and Beth and Tucker both bring a little singing to the table, although the majority of Barrayarans probably aren't going to appreciate a cappella Queen. Daryl shoots a mouse and either fails to understand art entirely or transcends to a brand new plane of artistic enlightenment. Also, please don't let Tucker pose nude for you.

It winds up doing some good for morale -- giving the soldiers some other context to focus on besides the war, something of an escape, or a reminder of what they're fighting for and what they long to live to see again. And for the first time, Sonia doesn't feel quite so useless.

missions
The medical assistance provided by the outsiders doesn't go unappreciated, nor without effect. Not every day is a success, but at least they manage to keep the mortality rate from climbing too high.

The medical raids are a near-unmitigated disaster, with every single raiding party running afoul of Cetagandan guards and losing some of their bounty on the way out. They only manage to make away with supplies/topicals/OTC analgesics for 40% of the population, vaccine for 20% of the population, and antibiotics for 35% of the population.

The race to Micah's location in Vorkosigan Vashnoi is a frantic one, but despite the outsiders' efforts as well as Natasha, Byerly and Kaidan's efforts to slow down the Cetagandans, the Cetagandans get to Doctor Micah Niadem first.

Here are the unabridged mission results.

cetaganda
Piotr's attempt at psychological warfare was a total success: Zahal is furious over the severed body parts of his own soldiers discovered around the camp, and even more so over the wholly unintentional but devastating biowarfare that comes with it. That part has Piotr rather tickled.

With full intel on Micah's location in hand, Zahal sends as many able-bodied squads to Vorkosigan Vashnoi as he can, including several exotics. Natasha, Kaidan and Byerly work covertly to try and slow the operation down, but ultimately, the Cetagandans still reach Micah first and bring them back to base -- taking proper precaution to vaccinate them before bringing them in, of course. It wouldn't do for their newest and very valuable asset to suddenly die of some backwater plague.

The Cetagandan base is still pretty thin on the personnel front, but they're managing to continue operations as normal. The announcement of the visit from the Handmaiden of the Star Crèche has every able-bodied person on base in a frenzy as they try to prepare and make the base suitable for receiving her. This is clearly an occasion of great honor as well as face -- if she were improperly received, ghem-General Zahal and Lady Diya would surely suffer for it.

plague
The plague reaches its apex in the Cetagandan base, but with Ratchet and Natasha's help, they were able to synthesize a vaccine for the flu. The quarantine isn't airtight, so there's still risk of infection, and they have to make sure those distributing the vaccine aren't at risk of spreading the infection. Overall, they're able to inoculate about 80% of the uninfected population.

Amai makes a full recovery, despite being dramatically (albeit not entirely unrealistically) convinced she was on death's door every second.

By the end of the month, the Barrayaran flu has about a 30% mortality rate on the Cetagandan base, resulting in about 3000 influenza-related deaths.

base
The quarantine remains in effect until nearly the end of the month, but finally, once the epidemic has died down and the Handmaiden has been vaccinated, Haut Sei Navarr arrives. The base hurriedly puts together a formal reception for her on the 30th, and rather than another party, it is just that -- a clearly ritualized receiving of her presence, so rarely seen beyond Eta Ceta, let alone the rest of the Empire.

The reception for Haut Sei is exceedingly formal, and unlike the relatively lighter air of the party last month, inappropriate behavior is going to be much less generously tolerated here. The exotics are not required to attend, but if they do, it'll be about a four-hour reception with a clear ritual protocol that will nonetheless seem very obtuse to outside viewers. Diya is prominent in the reception, being the only other haut on base, and is in fact the only one truly suited to receive her -- although, unlike Diya, Haut Sei does not appear in public unmasked. As is the custom of haut ladies still in their constellations, Haut Sei travels in a float chair encased in an opaque force bubble -- she can see out, but no one can see in. She brings with her a small entourage of servitors known as the ba, who serve not only as testing grounds for new genetic combinations, but are also genetically engineered for loyalty and service. Ba are not clones -- each ba is a work of art unto itself, each carefully created, and while they are not quite so fey in their beauty, the aesthetic effort is undeniable. All of the ba with Haut Sei are curiously hairless, which seems to be a popular trend in their design among the haut these days.

Meanwhile on the scientific end, the Cetagandans are delving deeper into what is officially referred to as the Star Gate Project. They're working with Satya to build a hard-light mapping device, but in the meantime, they have laid out the most crucial parts needed to build it: high-precision electromagnetic bearings to hold up the Necklin rods and spin them by a magnetic field for reduced friction; high-quality seals and pumps to create the necessary vacuum required for precise jump-plotting; something generating EM shielding to prevent interference, a problem unique to creating a Necklin field of this size and in this environment; and high-precision controls and controls software based on those used in existing jump ships, modifications for which are underway. And, of course, the Necklin rods themselves, which they have yet to figure out a way to fabricate.

And now that Micah is on base, the Cetagandans can finally put them to work in the wormhole lab on some of those elusive five-space math problems.

They're still developing their theory of neural netting and how a Necklin field might directly interact with the human brain without a jump implant. Based on their research so far, this may not actually be much of a problem, but there's another factor they have yet to work out: how to key the Star Gate to an exotics' own home universe. The Cetagandan neurologists have a few theories that they're working with Deanna and Natasha on.

missions
With help from the exotics, they're able to vaccinate 80% of the base's uninfected population. Satya and Pearl, despite their hard efforts, have yet to finish the hard-light mapping device by the end of the month.

A few exotics learn a bit more about Sei and Diya's history, as well as Diya and Amai's plans for covering up their less than authorized experiments. It also comes to light that the haut are planning to open gene therapy trials for any exotics who experienced power loss.

The race to Micah's location in Vorkosigan Vashnoi is a frantic one, but despite the outsiders' efforts as well as Natasha, Byerly and Kaidan's efforts to slow down the Cetagandans, the Cetagandans get to Doctor Micah Niadem first.

Here are the unabridged mission results.

Note: Negri, Amai, Zahal, and Olivia are available for threads by request only. Please hit up Madi (Negri & Amai) or Ammay (Zahal & Olivia) respectively for 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] infailtration 2017-03-28 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"The hell are you talking about, mutants? Are we in the middle ages?" York doesn't look pleased by this turn in the conversation, even as he looks Miles over again. Okay, so he's short. Big whoop.

"The Cetagandans thought we were pulled in by the wormhole. But if you were still in this system..?"
protocol: (► once you have a soul)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-28 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hey. Wash likes MREs. And he's still not going to even engage you on the Resevoir Dogs shit. Please stop making it hard for him to want to help you with this stupid date. ]

Can't even give me a day?

[ If he's going to figure out if he can get something other than groats and squirrel meat for you Tucker he's going to need some advance warning. ]
lovernotafighter: (Eyes up here asshole)

[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-03-28 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wash, no offense, but you only like MREs because apparently you're a masochist. ]

I was hoping for tomorrow. I...should probably tell her about it, huh? And make sure she remembers.

[You know, because a date with one person is just called "masturbation" or "every day with his rock".]
protocol: (► however the internal combustion engine)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-28 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Tomorrow? God. Okay. He's going to need to do this quickly . . . Why is he even helping you again. Christ. ]

You probably should, yeah. And just -- relax about it, okay?

I'm sure she agreed because she likes you and not because she thought you were going to be able to pull dinner and a movie out of thin air.
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-28 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
He dodges her, and she catches herself up short to keep from stumbling, all the energy of her stab going nowhere. Of course he dodges--he knows what a knife is, not like a walker--but Beth's relieved anyway.

"It's easier," she answers, shifting to face him head-on again. And if she wanted to stretch up, she could do that here, but he obviously knows what he's doing. She has the vague sense that he'll be able to throw her off-balance easier if she tries for it. Instead, she slashes at him, chest-height again, same grip, a horizontal arc this time. "When you're aiming for the head."
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[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-03-28 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[See? Don't give him the option of time, Wash, because the sooner it happened, the sooner he can see her. Spend time with her. Make out furiously with her. It was always going to be A.S.A.Fucking.P.]

I'm not worried. [Insert that laugh here.] She just deserves something good after dealing with so much bullshit for so long. That's all.

[Like it was no big deal. Like it wasn't unusual coming from Tucker, of all people. He smiled a little, shrugging slightly.] Thanks, Wash.

protocol: (► tooth grey yellow foyer)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-28 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
She'd recovered well enough to not fall flat on her face, that's good, but too slowly if this had been a fight. If he'd moved to strike her instead of just avoid her and stay out of the way, she'd be dead. Easier when you're aiming for the head, well, that's true in some senses.

"More power being a blow when you hold it that way -- easier to defend, too," and as if to demonstrate rather than dodging out of the way he catches her knife this time with his own, forearm across his chest, his own grip mirroring hers. He stays there for a second before he slips his arm down slightly, pushes at her arm with his own, enough to force her a step or two back. Again, Beth. Come at him again. "Is it always the best idea to go for the head?"
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[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-28 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Ratchet notices that stumble, the tightening of York's grip, but the thin, desperate claws of panic scrambling their way up his lungs and into his throat are useless to him just now, won't make them get there faster or make York any healthier, so he ignores them.

"No," he says instead, keeping York talking at least. "We fought his boss, and the army with which he was affiliated, but not Tarn himself. His job was different, he wasn't much of a footsoldier."
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-28 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Just -- waving a hand. Don't thank him. Actually really, really don't thank him, he doesn't want to have to think too much about this shit. He likes Sonia, he likes her a lot, she makes him think of family. Just. He really doesn't want to think about it. ]

She does deserve it. You'll do fine.

[ Somehow. Just. You do you, Tucker. It's apparently working so far. A thought, though. ]

-- Her birthday's next month, Tucker. The fourteenth. Ask her if you can take her out again, then.
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-28 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Beth tries to push his knife out of the way, but she knows it's a futile effort even as she's trying. Wash is stronger than her, and he knows how this particular move works--far better than she does, when she's pushed away as easily as a kitten. It's another moment of having to think about righting herself before she can do anything else. Her weight falls back to one heel, but she doesn't tumble over this time, either.

"At home, it is." If he were a walker, he'd be on the ground by now--the first blow to his chest wouldn't have missed, and she'd have followed it with a knife to the forehead. She draws in a breath, eyeing him for an idea of what she should try next. "You don't aim for anything else unless you have to."

And even then, it's usually desperation. Fighting people that can think is something very different--something that apparently got her killed at home. Wash is patient, asking questions without condescension, and she knows enough to tell that he's not using a tenth of his energy, putting aside her blows.
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-28 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
He is only using a fraction of his energy, but it's less because he wants to go easy on her and more because he's trying to test her, gauge how much she can already do. So far what he's got is that she's capable, would be able to hold her own against an opponent who was -- similarly unskilled. Anyone with training, anyone who's a soldier, she seems quick enough on her feet to maybe get something in if she's lucky, but if she's only ever been taught to go for the head, then. That might not get her anywhere.

Still. She doesn't have technique, but he can tell from the way she goes at him, from how familiar she is with the knife. She has fought before. She has attacked before.

"It won't work here so well -- Heads are hard to get to." The same is true even when it comes to guns. Go for a shot to the head if you can get a clean one, sure, but otherwise it's the center of mass, the most vital targets all in the same much larger much easier to hit area. "Why's that what you go for, back home?"

He's tended not to ask about her home, but he might like an idea of what she's used to fighting if he's going to try and teach her. He pulls away again, getting a few steps of distance between them, gesturing her forward once more.
protocol: (► costs!)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-28 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"No shit he'd look like he'd been dissected. They're --" They're cut open, torn apart and put back together. Augments and modifications. Genetic and biological. Take things out, put them back in. A lot of the rumors going around the UNSC about the Spartans are just that, rumors, but damned if Wash doesn't think most of them have pretty damn good grounding. Except the one about how they never die. He shakes his head. "We'd better get him over here, somehow."

Hell if he wants to fight a Spartan, and hell if he wants one with the Cetagandans. Who knows what they'd learn from him, with just the slip of a needle . . .

"What's he know about us?" Freelancer's not exactly in tight with the UNSC anymore, York, if you've got a cover story already Wash wants to be ready to stick for it.
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-03-28 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Be careful. As though she wouldn't. But the idea that he cares if she's careful or not -- if she gets hurt in all of this or not -- is odd to her. He is a stranger. What should it matter?

So he gets a long, studying look before she nods, very faintly. Someone to talk to. She should go to Diya, and find out from the source just what they intend on doing. She'd had no reason to question before now, but this...this is a very big, very direct question.

Of course, Byerly would be happy to discuss the matter, she's certain. He knows what the Cetagandans have actually done, during the course of the war. He might be biased, but so far he's seemed trustworthy enough.

Her confliction plays across her face before she frowns faintly. ]


Even if what you say is true, and they could afford to even attempt such a thing...what would you propose we do instead? Remain here indefinitely? Put our trust in the rebellion?
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-03-28 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
One of your 'traitors', I understand. I will not help you apprehend him, if that is your intention.

[ She wouldn't offer her any of those who took refuge with the Cetagandans, in fairness. Not knowing what was intended for them. Vengeful as Lakshmi could be, and however much she might deserve said revenge, she would not condone such brutality.

Much less pave a road towards its enacting. And Byerly...has been kind. A voice of reason, and one of the few who doesn't look at her like a madwoman for trusting the Cetagandans in the first place. ]
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-28 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
She's about to try another jab at him, but his question stops her. The right answer is no reason or I can't tell you. And she's tired of the right answer--it means lying about something so basic that every other part of her existence is affected by it.

Beth lowers her knife, the tension of a waiting attack disappearing.

"Promise not to tell Daryl I said anything." She's tired of meandering around the question, awkwardly avoiding an explanation she wants to give anyway. "He freaked out when he found out I told people."

And it was stupid, say her rolling eyes. She gets why he was worried--the way Byerly's face went bloodless at the idea of the pathogen--but trying to act like everything at home was normal is impossible. Nothing about home was normal, by the end of it, even if there were pockets of time when she could believe they could have real lives again.
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-28 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. Well.

She lowers the knife, and Wash is uncertain, wavering, and the tone of her voice gives him a good hint even before anything else. She sounds tired. Tired of dodging around it, maybe, about whatever it is about her world that she's had to keep secret -- but he's met Daryl, and he seems sensible, practical, mostly concerned with taking care of his own. If he's told her not to tell, he wagers Daryl must have a good reason.

But Beth sounds like she wants to talk about it, and Wash is always inclined to listen. He hesitates, looking back at her before he nods, flipping the knife back into his palm as he straightens.

"Promise." He's making a lot of promises like this lately, apparently, but he means every one of them. He gestures with a tip of his head. "Take a walk with me, maybe?"

Maybe they can walk and talk for a while. This seems -- important, whatever it is, and if it's a secret the further they are from prying ears the better.
shri: (» in their heads and in their beds)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-28 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. Him.

[ That - stings, but she deserves it. She knows, given what she has done, there is no good reason to hand back over a traitor, because she made it perfectly clear to Byerly what she would do to him.

Leaving him in pieces in a enemy camp was least of them.
]

Do not trust him.
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-28 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"You know he actually tried to convince me that his job was necessary?" York shakes his head. "He definitely doesn't know shit about me if he thought that would work. Torture was one of the reasons I defected from my program."
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-28 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
She nods, sheathing her knife next to her hip, and for a minute or two, they walk in silence. It's not hard to get out to where there's only trees to hear them--one of the nice things about living like this. There's always someplace you can be alone, if you really want to be.

"It sounds crazy," she starts, her gaze steady on the snow before them. This is the kind of story that's easier to tell when she's moving, especially lately; the thought of death, her death, doesn't hold as much weight that way. "But when somebody dies--" you know dying, right?--"they don't really...stop. Not anymore. Somebody dies, and as long as their brain's still in one piece, they get back up again. But it's not the person you knew. It's just a body."

A really gross body, the kind of rotting, shambling nightmare that makes it easy to stay awake when it's your turn to keep watch, but Wash doesn't need the details. In deference to Daryl, she's skipping everything that might really get them in trouble here. (The pathogen, mostly. She's skipping the pathogen.) "And it doesn't stop, no matter what you do, unless you do something to its brain. That's why you always aim for the head. Nothing else counts."
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-03-28 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her reaction is fleeting disbelief, before a sort of pity. Yes. It would be difficult, not knowing one's place, feeling lost and adrift. ]

Everyone has a place in the world. It is a matter of finding it. Nothing more.

[ And she has every confidence that he could. That anyone could. Some chose to ignore the calling, and that was their choice. But true happiness could only be found in serving a purpose.

Of that, she was absolutely certain. ]
protocol: (► APPENDIX DOMINATING DEATH)

god halo kind of has legit alien zombies but i THINK wash wouldn't know about them

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-28 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Wash in the meanwhile might spin the knife idly as they walk, just some idle thing to keep his mind busy. The silence is comfortable, quiet comes easily to Wash, and he's content just to wait and let herself build up to talking about it. He wouldn't mind if she changed her mind, really. But then she starts, and Wash is listening, keeping his eyes ahead.

It sounds crazy, and that alone might have him tensing a little instinctively, just for the choice of word, sorry, Beth. But then -- when somebody dies, they don't stop. A chill runs down his spine. Zombies, like in those old holovids, that's the first thing to come to mind, and the more she talks the more it sounds exactly like that. He's never been the type of guy for that kind of thing, has never thought about what it'd be like if they were real, and he's trying to imagine it, trying to process it. It's difficult, until she talks about how that's why you always aim for the brain. It doesn't stop, otherwise, of course it doesn't, and that's something grounded and real and practical for it all to click into place in Wash's head, at least a little. That's why she fights like that. She doesn't fight people, she fights. What they become.

A sharp inhale. What can he offer her? Sympathy, solidarity. That's kind of the best he can do. It's clear he isn't thinking of questioning her, that she might be lying to him.

"That sounds like literal hell," he says. Another spin of his knife. Quiet, otherwise.
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-03-28 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's a funny thing. They stand on opposing sides of this conflict, but Satya trusts her at her word. She will not lie. She will not speak falsehoods, they do not suit her.

She would not bring this up without reason. Though as to what that reason could be?

Her eyes narrow ever so slightly. ]


Because he turned on you?

[ Understandable. If someone can betray a cause once, they can do it again, and Byerly's already admitted his loyalty was swayed by understanding just what would become of him if he remained on the losing side. ]
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[personal profile] shri 2017-03-28 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Because he threatened you.

[ She snaps it, because it scares her, terrifies her thoughtless. It cuts, it chokes, she digs as hard as she can onto that willing down the numb old fear. Her only blessing in this place now taken away in one dark alley-way with Byerly Vorrutyer hissing things to save his own throat. Her fingers curl in agitation, frustration, at her side. Pressing the sharp bite of nail into hardened callouses. All her training, her years fighting, this grey in hair and the scars in her body, and for what? If she could not protect her? ]
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[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-03-28 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, conflicts were contagious.]

I know it seems like it, but I don’t know everything. [Because those were questions he had that didn’t have answers yet, situations that he still wasn’t sure how he would tackle. Did they go home anyway? Did they stay until they could find a safer way? Was this a fucking sacrifice for all those people he cared about after all?

Shit. His brow wrinkled as he looked down at his feet, then hers, then back to his.]
I put my trust in myself. In Wash. In Carolina. Like, that’s it. I’m with the—dude, is it even a rebellion? Really? It’s their place first.

[Semantics. Whatever.] Look, I trust the people that I know, and I’m okay with that. We’ll figure shit out, one way or another, but…I think it’s okay to not know right now. Like, it’s annoying as fuck, but…it’s okay, too.
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-03-28 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Not as much as they could have. It took a terrible toll.

[ Saying more would likely be giving the rebels information. He is working with them, considers himself a part of them, so there's only so much she can say. She'll have to be cautious, as she imagines will be with her. ]

But the worst is behind us now. I have no doubt they'll recover and renew their efforts. I doubt their concerns will lie as much with extending good faith to the villagers, whatever their past intentions may have been.