[For awhile, things are looking up. While he's still annoyed at some of the practices of this side of the war, he likes the people, especially people that can party. So yeah, it's not that unusual to see him around the campfire, drinking with the rest, laughing and telling dirty jokes, and maybe he had a bet on that drunken swordfight or two.
Look, a guy has to have some fun, somehow.
Either way, it's not going to take much to get social or get in trouble; take your pick.]
B. Camp - After the Mystery Plot
[It had happened quick, fast, and he hadn't been close enough, good enough to save her. The old familiar feelings of Fucking Fix It At All Costs swarmed him, the need to screw the rules and get her back taking over his thoughts; all rationale vanished in place of that. Risks were bullshit, forgotten because they had Sonia and--
That's war, Tucker. Not everyone makes it back.
For as much as he hated Felix (and he did, he hated him so much), he had said one right thing at least, one thing was ruthlessly true amid a garden of lies. But they had gotten Wash and the Reds back (sort of), which meant he could get her back, too, as long as he didn't give up, as long as he took the stupidest chances and just did what came natural. Of course he could this, and it might be by himself, it might be with others, but he was freaking sick of losing people.
He wasn't going to lose her, too. He wouldn't.
So he stormed through camp on a mission: get supplies and go.The rest he would figure out on the way.]
C. Riverfall - Things Could Be Better
[Fuck. This. Place.
He knew he shouldn't be here, he had no fucking business being here after what the village had been put through, after losing Sonia. Tucker had defended those he could, but people still died and their princess was still gone, stuck with the enemy where they were doing who-knows-what to her. He looked at Ma Gura's place with a fleeting glance, before walking away. The appetite he wanted to have was gone, the memory of sharing buns with Sonia bitter as it slammed into him. This whole thing just fucking sucked.
Whatever, he'd deal with those later. Right now, he was worried about finding clues, finding stuff out, trying to formulate a plan because there had to be something.
So ignore the aura of general Pissed Off-edness that surrounded him; sure he promised Wash he wouldn't go off on his own, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try to figure some shit out if he could.]
Lavernius Tucker | Barrayar
[For awhile, things are looking up. While he's still annoyed at some of the practices of this side of the war, he likes the people, especially people that can party. So yeah, it's not that unusual to see him around the campfire, drinking with the rest, laughing and telling dirty jokes, and maybe he had a bet on that drunken swordfight or two.
Look, a guy has to have some fun, somehow.
Either way, it's not going to take much to get social or get in trouble; take your pick.]
B. Camp - After the Mystery Plot
[It had happened quick, fast, and he hadn't been close enough, good enough to save her. The old familiar feelings of Fucking Fix It At All Costs swarmed him, the need to screw the rules and get her back taking over his thoughts; all rationale vanished in place of that. Risks were bullshit, forgotten because they had Sonia and--
That's war, Tucker. Not everyone makes it back.
For as much as he hated Felix (and he did, he hated him so much), he had said one right thing at least, one thing was ruthlessly true amid a garden of lies. But they had gotten Wash and the Reds back (sort of), which meant he could get her back, too, as long as he didn't give up, as long as he took the stupidest chances and just did what came natural. Of course he could this, and it might be by himself, it might be with others, but he was freaking sick of losing people.
He wasn't going to lose her, too. He wouldn't.
So he stormed through camp on a mission: get supplies and go.The rest he would figure out on the way.]
C. Riverfall - Things Could Be Better
[Fuck. This. Place.
He knew he shouldn't be here, he had no fucking business being here after what the village had been put through, after losing Sonia. Tucker had defended those he could, but people still died and their princess was still gone, stuck with the enemy where they were doing who-knows-what to her. He looked at Ma Gura's place with a fleeting glance, before walking away. The appetite he wanted to have was gone, the memory of sharing buns with Sonia bitter as it slammed into him. This whole thing just fucking sucked.
Whatever, he'd deal with those later. Right now, he was worried about finding clues, finding stuff out, trying to formulate a plan because there had to be something.
So ignore the aura of general Pissed Off-edness that surrounded him; sure he promised Wash he wouldn't go off on his own, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try to figure some shit out if he could.]
D.
[Wildcard and open!]