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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-04-19 07:12 pm
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[ april ii log: here's unbroken bone ]

Who: Everyone
What: The sun finally comes out in proper spring, the labs are full of excitement, and Piotr prepares for real war. Your princess is in another castle.
When: April 18th - 30th
Where: the Barrayaran camp, the Cetagandan base, Riverfall Village
Warnings: TBD

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

TIMELINE
4/18 Fast-penta interrogation: Sonia
4/19 Eavesdropping Alpha (Barrayar)
4/21 Eavesdropping Bravo (Barrayar)
4/22 - 4/23 Vorkosigan Vashnoi trips
4/24 Eavesdropping (Cetaganda)
4/25-4/26 Satellite launch
4/27 Flower-viewing party



barrayar
Morale is still recovering after Princess Sonia's capture and the deaths that resulted from the ensuing battle in Riverfall, but at least they were able to make contact with Colonel Vorvolk, the leading officer of the other half of Piotr's army, and reunite the guerrilla army for the first time since their last camp was discovered several months ago. Their discovery is not only timely, but critical -- Piotr intends to launch an attack on the Cetagandan base next month, before any reinforcements can arrive, in order to force Zahal to recall at least part, if not most, of the occupying force in the capital city, so that Piotr's army and the civilian underground resistance can work together to retake Vorkosigan Vashnoi. If they can take back the city and continue to defend it, they might even stand a chance at pushing Zahal's forces out of the district entirely, and considering that Vorkosigan's District is one of the hot spots of the invasion, this might even turn the tide of the whole war in their favor. They'll also be attempting to rescue Sonia during the attack, making the most out of the chaos, but that is their secondary objective.

Zahal, of course, means to make the most out of his new hostage. Knowing for certain now that Piotr's army has contact with the Riverfall villagers -- a fact that puts the camp at risk for discovery once again -- Zahal sends a missive to Riverfall with instructions to pass it along to Piotr. His demands are simple: they'll guarantee the safety and return of the Princess on Piotr's complete surrender. Piotr responds by scrawling a particularly rude and short-worded rebuttal over the original message and has it returned promptly -- stuffed inside the mouth of some poor beheaded ghem soldier, left at one of the base entry gates to be discovered by patrols.

Hopes for a successful attack are bolstered still when word comes that Emperor Dorca and Crown Prince Yuri are on their way to the Dendarii mountains. On the 18th, a courier from Dorca's battalion arrives, only to discover that the first courier sent by Dorca some weeks ago never made it to Piotr's camp to deliver the news. Dorca and Yuri bring with them another 200 soldiers when they arrive on the 20th, which nearly doubles their forces, and, like Colonel Vorvolk's half of the army, they set up camp in another part of the mountains nearby, connected by the cave netwrok that runs through the Dendarii mountains. Unfortunately, the occasion isn't entirely joyous, as Crown Prince Yuri recently lost his only remaining son and heir in battle shortly before departing for Vorkosigan's District. This is not only a sad occasion, but a politically uneasy one: Yuri's wife died some years ago, and while he is next in line to succeed his father as Emperor, the lack of an heir to his own makes for a politically shaky situation. Should he die before producing another heir, the title of Crown Prince will fall to his half-brother Xav instead, and that…brings a whole host of other political issues to the table. Needless to say, while Yuri's succession isn't an immediate issue, the politically savvy are feeling a little nervous about it.

But the war marches on, and preparations must be made. Their odds are better, but they're still vastly outnumbered by the Cetagandans. They'll need the help of the underground civilian resistance to prepare to retake Vorkosigan Vashnoi, as well as some supplies. After all, they'll have an easier time infiltrating the Cetagandan base with a larger force if some of them look enough like Cetagandans.

camp
Although the army is stronger than it has been in months, not all is at peace. Colonel Vorvolk has always been a trusted member of Piotr's general staff and a loyal officer, as well as a long-time acquaintance. However, his views on the outsiders don't exactly align with Piotr's: he thinks Piotr has been much too quick to trust them, especially given that several of them came over from the Cetagandan side, and Duv Galeni hails from Komarr, the planet that sold Barrayar out to the Cetagandans. Vorvolk doesn't believe that the outsiders should be given such freedom or privilege, let alone allow them to participate in critical military operations. Most of his own soldiers seem to share the sentiment, as do the Vorbarra soldiers -- in fact, Yuri vocally agrees with Vorvolk, and those outsiders who have been in Piotr's camp from the very beginning will feel an uncomfortably familiar air of suspicion and mistrust settles over the camp. While nothing has effectively changed -- the outsiders are not segregated away from the camp again as they once were, nor put back under guard -- the Barrayaran soldiers who are comfortable with and even like the outsiders are suddenly in the minority.

While few are foolish enough to disrespect the outsiders where Piotr can see them, some of the soldiers from Vorvolk's and Dorca's camps are borderline hostile toward the outsiders, jeering, taunting, even making hex signs or spitting in the most extreme cases. There are still plenty of soldiers who remain friendly towards the outsiders, but it's leading to friction between them and their other Barrayaran comrades as well. After several days of tension, a major fight breaks out in Piotr's camp over the outsiders' presence, and a few outsiders might even be dragged (or throw themselves) into it. Everyone involved in the fight gets a firm reprimand and then some, and worse still is that the fight does little to ease the tensions -- if anything, it only makes them worse.

Dorca and Yuri's mourning casts a somber air over the camps, and both Emperor and Crown Prince are in grave moods, Yuri's especially prickly. As his son was a public figure, they hold a public burning of death offerings on the 22nd, so that Imperial subjects may pay their respects to the recently deceased Prince. A large pyre is set up within one of the larger caves, so that the smoke will be less conspicuous, and any offerings submitted in earnest will be accepted. Typical Barrayaran death offerings consist of a small lock of one's hair, or, if none is to hand, any other personal object they might have on their person that would burn, such as a piece of clothing.

missions
With contributions of…mixed success from the outsiders, as well as help from the soldiers, the villagers are able to repair some of the homes damaged in the recent skirmish. Some of them are too far gone for repair, and so are broken down to salvage whatever materials they can for other repairs. Considering the village now houses fewer than fifty people, housing space is not a concern at the moment.

Preparations for the coming attack on the Cetagandan base go well overall. The raiding parties manage to steal uniforms and face paint for about 50 soldiers to disguise themselves, and parties sent to Vorkosigan Vashnoi successfully make contact with civilian resistance cells to pass their plans along.

The unabridged mission results can be found here.

cetaganda
Zahal sends his terms to Piotr for Sonia's release, and the gruesome rebuttal -- a crude message scrawled over Zahal's own hand-penned calligraphy, the delicate paper shoved into the gaping mouth of a dead ghem soldier, his head left to be discovered just outside the best -- infuriates him. He's known Piotr for too long to expect him to give in right away, but this is just sheer insult. He's well aware of just how vulnerable the base is right now -- the epidemic has mostly run its course, but their total forces are down to about 6,000 soldiers, and there are only about 100 ghem scientists left. His requests for reinforcements have been delayed by Cetagandan central command -- they have no extra troops they can spare on planet, and it will be another month before more ships arrive. Zahal is struggling to balance out his forces, split between the base and Vorkosigan Vashnoi -- right now binternal base security is badly undermanned in favor of increasing the occupying force in the capital city. Piotr Vorkosigan is too smart a man not to take advantage of an opportunity like this -- Zahal just doesn't know exactly what he's planning to do. The Cetagandan base is in a vulnerable state.

However, there is one edge they have: Cetagandan intelligence knows that Emperor Dorca and Crown Prince Yuri are in Vorkosigan's District. The courier who never made it to Piotr's camp was intercepted by Cetagandan intelligence before he even made it to Vorkosigan's District, and the information was sent accordingly to Zahal's outpost. Piotr might have rejected his first demand -- but would the Emperor, the Princess's grandfather, respond the same?

But as the trials of war marches on, so do the advancements of science. Micah is still hard at work in the labs working on the Star Gate Project, but the data they've been able to gather is incomplete and insufficient. They have convinced the Cetagandan science officers to send a scientific party, Micah included, off-planet to take a closer look at the collapsed wormhole and launch a satellite to record more data. They've made a fair bit of progress in discovering the new type of field generated by the collapsed wormhole, tentatively named the Niadem field after its primary discoverer, but they still know too little about just how and why the exotics have been brought here to complete their designs.

base
Despite the military tensions, the Cetagandans work hard at maintaining a lighter atmosphere around the base. Since the weather this month has finally given them some real relief -- and the epidemic raging the base has been quelled -- the Cetagandans decide to host a flower-viewing party on the 27th in the gardens adjacent to the Grow Labs. It is explained to the exotics that such events are regularly held to herald the coming of spring, although emphasis is placed on the fact that the viewings are usually much more sophisticated and lavish than the 'meager' offerings of the lush gardens on the base.

Typical of Cetagandan functions, it is elegant, overwrought and full of a lot of needlessly artfully crafted food and drinks -- many of them intoxicating, so take care what you drink. Sonia and Micah are both in attendance, although Sonia doesn't look particularly happy to be there. The party is celebrating in particular some of the genetic-botanical achievements of some of the ghem lady artists on the base, as well as some recently genetically engineered koi, to update the atmosphere of the garden to proper spring. However, the real show-stealer is the debut of Amai's personal project: an elaborate zoo-biological sculpture designed as tribute to the Star Crèche itself. It takes up a considerable portion of the back wall of the garden, vinelike branches woven into the trellis, curling and spreading in elaborate patterns, and flowers bloom along the lengths in clusters, each a different color. On a closer look, they can be identified as asters -- but some in colors no one's ever seen an aster before. The vines themselves are ridged with what looks like some kind of delicate fin that sways softly with the slightest breeze, a shimmering dark blue. They look more like koi fins than anything botanical, and with the groups of flowers set over them, it looks something like a night sky. In the center is an elaborately crafted flower sculpture of the Star Crèche's screaming bird insignia in minute detail. And though it is rooted to the rest of the sculpture, it seems to move at times -- the slightest flutter of its wings. The placard placed with it explains that each colored cluster of asters is an artistic representation of one of the Constellations that make up the haut caste. The Navarr constellation, from which both Diya and Sei hail, is flowered in asters of a striking violet color.

As time passes, Haut Sei's presence becomes more palpable on the base, and her force bubble is seen more frequently outside of the science/medical complex. Though she and Diya are working closely together, it's clear to anyone who spends enough time around them that there is some tension between them. Ba Talim is almost always present when they are together, although it can at times be found on its own around the base.

missions
The gene therapy trials take a turn for the worse despite glimmers of promise earlier on, and all three subjects suffer from complications with no progress made.

The investigation into the weapons smuggling operation is ultimately a failure -- while they are able to track down one of the resistance cells, the civilians involved manage to get away before any useful information is extracted from them. The next time Cetagandan soldiers return to the place where they'd been discovered, the establishment has since been boarded up and closed down.

The unabridged mission results can be found here.

Note: Gavalas, Ezar and Gail are both available for threading on request. Hit Madi (Gavalas) or Ammay (Ezar & Gail) up if you are interested!
protocol: (► mr president i want a man from you)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-25 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"You might've had an easier time getting along with the locals before recent events," Wash answers, not without amusement in his tone, but it's -- wry, terribly so. Sonia, Kaidan must've seen Sonia being brought in. He has news enough from Natasha and Byerly, but it wouldn't hurt to hear a little more, if he can.

"The research labs seem to come with the territory, with Cetaganda. Far as I can tell they'd try to stuff an entire operational gene lab in a bug-out bag." Conversational, light, working alongside Kaidan in filling the cart and pointedly standing at an angle so as to avoid, ah, crossfire. Wash is comfortable with sharing some of what he's learned, as long as it doesn't stray too far from the kinds of things any soldier would talk to someone in the barracks about. "They've control of most of the planet, so civilian population probably doesn't register as much of a problem to Zahal. This holdout has been a particularly stubborn one -- an eyesore to him, by now."
lovernotafighter: (Come on with it)

Sorry about the novel. I have lots of feelings about this...

[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-04-25 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Nothing’s bothering me!

[Because it wasn’t. It couldn’t be. To still be bothered by it meant that Felix still had some place in his orbit, and Tucker had blown him off a fucking tower. He had won. He had been the goddamn victor, for all of Felix’s useless posturing. That dickslit had no place in anything anymore because Tucker had made sure of it.

Felix hadn’t been faster or stronger than him. The Sim Trooper had fucking proved it in life, and it wasn’t going to be any different in death.

But he could feel it, the way his eyes kept flickering to Wash’s hand to make sure the knife was there, was held tight, to make sure it wasn’t coming towards him in any capacity. It frustrated him, this compulsion to look when every time he dragged gaze up to the Freelancer, it would flicker back down again just to make sure. Again. Again. Again. Dammit, he was stronger than this, he was tougher than this; Wash had been hurt a million times and he wasn’t all jumpy about shit. Donut didn’t get skittish about Wash even though Wash nearly killed him. Why was it different for him? Why was he being a fucking wuss when he had survived just fine?

Because it’s everything else.

Maybe. Maybe it was as much about how he got played, about what they did to him and Chorus and all of his friends as much as it had been about that blade sinking past his suit, through his skin, into him. Maybe it was the intimacy of being that close to a sociopath, one that didn’t have an excuse like the Meta did, the one that just cared for nothing more than the billboard sized TV they wanted. Maybe it was all some symbolic crap that he didn’t give a fuck about and didn’t want to understand. Denial was a beautiful thing.

Get past this? Shit, he barely knew what “this” was.]


What’s there to know about knives? Don’t get stabbed. That’s the only fucking rule and I already know that one.

[But that’s not what Wash was talking about, was it?]
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-25 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank the heavens. A boon to us all.

[ He leans back against the fence at his back, surveying the fellow. Clearly not from around here - his accent makes that clear enough. (Not that Byerly's accent is precisely local, either - he has a patrician drawl, the sound a stark contrast to the Dendarii locals' speech.) He sounds neither Barrayaran nor precisely galactic - an outsider, then, perhaps? Not one Byerly had ever met. ]

Of course, it does beg the question of why you must make that noise at all. It's infernally cheerful, and only madmen are cheerful about being put to work.
vorrutyer: (what a shitty grin)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-25 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sometimes literally," Byerly quips. "One time, a charming companion of mine left his briefs in the bedroom of his charming companion. His charming married companion. I, being a good soul, risked life and limb to pilfer them back again." A true story, that. One of the many services Byerly provides to his friends and those he's trying to ingratiate himself to - being very, very light-fingered.

"But yes, that is my favorite pastime. I don't suppose you have any impeccably tailored bloomers to share?" He lifts his glass to Kaidan, trying to look too drunk to remember anything. Not that he'll have the chance to get this intel to Miles, of course - but, well. He doesn't collect gossip just for business. Sometimes he wants to hear scandalous stories for pleasure, too.
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-25 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"And you've been in deep cryofreeze since then?" he asks, tapping a finger against his chin. And then he winks - "Or are you simply a fantastically preserved older woman?"
mirrortide: (084)

[personal profile] mirrortide 2017-04-25 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"I was trapped in a mirror for five thousand years, actually. But gems don't age like humans do. I'd look the same even if I'd never gotten trapped." There are some Gems older than 10,000. It's not like it's uncommon.
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-25 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Really?" He frowns, squints, leans in. "Because I think I see a few gray hairs there." He leans back and asks, mildly, "So how does one end up trapped in a mirror?"
mirrortide: (014)

[personal profile] mirrortide 2017-04-25 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
You aren't fooling her, Byerly. Lapis doesn't even know the significance of grey hair. Besides, she already knows shes blue all over.

"None of your business, that's how." It's a touchy subject.
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Tarn & Diya - 4/28

[personal profile] eugengineer 2017-04-25 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)

The gene therapy has...not been going as hoped. Sei is especially frustrated, which gives Diya some small shred of schadenfreude, but she doesn't want to see these trials fail. Whatever Sei's purposes...Diya still isn't sure of them, isn't sure just how much of Sei's interests and intentions reflect those of the Star Crèche, but without contacting the Dowager Empress directly there's no way to know. And she'd have to do it without Sei's knowledge, and even then...even then, it would be weeks before a return message would arrive. She knows Sei isn't being entirely honest with her -- she just doesn't know what truths, exactly, are being obscured.

And Diya can take no personal joy in Natasha's results, not when it'll have a negative effect on their other trials with Natasha. She strides through the hall with her usual grace, seeming more like gliding than walking, to find Natasha. They'd already seen the development of the hemophilia, but now the secondary test results are in. She's already contacted Natasha via wristcom to meet her in the medbay; as Diya turns into the corridor leading to the main medbay area, she expects she'll be seeing Natasha soon.
terrifyingrenegade: (p020)

[personal profile] terrifyingrenegade 2017-04-25 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"O-oh! Oh, yes... The gene therapy." Pearl's trying to sound enthusiastic but, considering her owndetermined... She doesn't want to be the one to take that sliver of hope away from him.

A pale, slender hand finds its way to Tarn's shoulder, a light grip of sympathy. "How come they won't let you partake?" she asks, trying to distract from her own awkwardness.
terrifyingrenegade: (WHAT WERE WE THINKING)

[personal profile] terrifyingrenegade 2017-04-25 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a creeping horror that starts to cross Pearl's face as Lapis speaks, gradually overtaking the air of jaded skepticism she's been putting on up to now. Not just Lapis' powers would pose a threat here. Jasper, or any of the other non-human exotics... hell, even her own abilities would give the average human an unfair edge.

The implications are blood-chilling. If Lapis is correct, the Cetagandans haven't just been taking from them all without permission... They've been taking, and then using their unwilling contributions for potential slaughter.

"What exactly did you hear?" Pearl says urgently, deadly serious. She's half hoping that further details will explain this all away, reveal it to be some kind of sick joke, or a simple misunderstanding.
symmetricks: (pic#10950172)

Symmetra

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-04-25 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
There is a calm to space, something soothing about the entire notion of it. She's never been, not truly, but this cold, dark sea of shimmering stars is a welcome respite from the bitter ugliness of the war...and the conflict inside her own head.

Of course, that peace can't last.

There are lights and alarms to signify the malfunction, drawing her from her thoughts with a snap, as her eyes move to her fellow researchers. Well. They ought to do something about that, hadn't they?

"What has happened?" Symmetra swiftly draws herself to her feet.
symmetricks: (pic#10950176)

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-04-25 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Satya wishes she could share their enthusiasm. Oh, she's been dutifully working this whole time, but ever since that fateful discussion between the two of them? She no longer seems terribly engaged during the work. She concentrates on the mechanics of the work, the numbers, the cold hard facts.

It prevents the guilt and uncertainty, at least for a time. And she's every bit as likely to spend the wee hours of the morning -- or what passes for morning in space -- awake and working right alongside Micah.
symmetricks: (pic#10948815)

after capture

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-04-25 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lakshmi was in one of these cells, once. His fate will be less kind, she feels, with growing tensions on the base being what they are.

Does he deserve the retribution coming his way? Who can tell. She's trying to determine that for herself as she stands some distance from the cell, observing him doing everything in his power to antagonize his captors. ]
Edited 2017-04-25 17:00 (UTC)
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-25 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
My dear woman!

[ He breaks off his whistling as soon as he sees her, raising his hand in cheerful greeting. There's nothing remotely gloomy about his manner, for all that he's just as aware of his likely fate as she is; he's smiling and relaxed. ]

Come over - come, do come. Let's chat.
protocol: (Default)

if you have to apologize then i do, too. insert novel get novel

[personal profile] protocol 2017-04-25 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The thing about Felix is that, well, Wash has been shot in the back before. Wash has trusted people, loved people only to see them turn around and leave him for dead. He's seen Maine ( except he wasn't Maine anymore, was he, but god sometimes in those dreams ) bearing down towards him growling and snarling like the animal that everyone else always said he was and Wash always knew he never was, has laid there bleeding and barely conscious enough to process South's voice calmly explaining that the Meta has two choices, here, still remembers how wholly he used to believe in the Director's vision before was forced to reckon with how hollow it really was. And yet, well, it hurts every time, god it hurts every time and Felix. Had been cruel.

Felix had been a specific kind of betrayal. A manipulative one, a clever little bastard who knew how to worm his way under your skin, to carve himself a little space right next to your heart, to make you trust him before tearing himself right out. He liked doing that. Delighted in that. And Wash knows how to deal with that hurt, that pain, has felt it enough that he's almost ( but not quite, never, not even fucking close really ) numb to it, anymore, but Tucker.

Wash isn't obviously jumpy about anything, sure. Not outwardly. But there are things he jumps at, things that pull at cracks in his mind that'll never heal ( he still doesn't think he'll ever be able to bring himself to even so much as say Allison ). He second-guesses everything, lets paranoia rule him, jumps at shadows because a false start or two is a hell of a lot better than missing a knife in the dark, and sure it's safe in some ways but it's a miserable fucking way to live. It's a misery that he'll live with, because he knows how broken he is. Tucker isn't there, yet. Will never be there, if Wash can help it. Tucker can do a lot better than him here, like he can do a lot better than him in so many places, and Wash is determined to help him there.

And, yes. Apparently he's going to do this now. What better way to really pull Tucker away from the hell going on around them, after all. He'd honesty not planned on really delving into this too deeply, just to bring it up as something for him to to be aware of while they trained, but Tucker never does things in halves, right. ]


Don't get stabbed is a great rule, but stabbing's just part of what you do with a knife. [ So very calmly, while watching Tucker evenly for every little reaction, every flinch, every twitch. ] The thing about a thrust with a knife, though, is that you usually need to be real close to pull it off. Usually it's slashing first, getting what damage you can, carving away at your target however you can reach, bit by bit until they let down their guard or until you get past their guard enough to go in for a clean stab.

[ Knives are great weapons for cunning little shits. Goes with the theme. ]

Even then, you twist the knife, when you can. Drag it through the flesh for more if you can manage it. You make it count. You make it hurt.

[ But ah, he isn't just talking about the knife, is he? Wash still has his hand held out, still holding it out by the hilt. This isn't about knives and Wash is sure that Tucker knows that as much as he doesn't want to admit it. ]

Felix was real good at that. [ Takes a liar to know a liar, right? Wash should've known better, because he's been through that shit, he's done that shit, but the Reds and Blues had softened him so much he'd been just as blind to it as the rest of them were. He needs to be more careful, sure, especially when he's looking out for them, but hell if he'll let anyone turn Tucker into as miserable of a bastard as Wash himself is. ] We all bought into it, you know? Not just you.
Edited (fusses fussily) 2017-04-25 18:20 (UTC)
symmetricks: (pic#10948812)

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-04-25 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
And what, precisely, do we have to discuss?

[ They hadn't parted on the best of terms, the last time they had spoken. She knew then that she couldn't trust him. Now? It's even more unclear where he really stands, what part of the man she'd met and initially liked was even real.

Disconcerting to say the least. ]
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-25 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, failing all else, we could begin with your hair treatment. You look fantastic.

[ He leans casually back against the wall behind him. ]

Or...Well. Perhaps you have some questions for me? That's another possibility. I shouldn't want to presume, though.
symmetricks: (pic#11027236)

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-04-25 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This used to be charming. She remembers. Vaguely. ]

What point would there be in asking you a question, Byerly? I could hardly trust any answer you gave me.
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht 2)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-25 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a gleam in his eye. ]

Why - because all is laid bare between us, now. You know who I am - what I am. And so I sit before you, naked of lies. Innocent as a babe.
symmetricks: (pic#10950174)

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-04-25 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A soft scoffing noise escapes her almost instantly. ]

'Innocent'. Even now, you cannot help yourself but to lie through your teeth. Is there anything true about you at all?
vorrutyer: (god honestly what is this guy's face)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-25 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Ask and see.

[ There's challenge in the way he lifts his eyebrow. ]

A sharp ear can sort truths from falsehoods.
symmetricks: (pic#10950178)

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-04-25 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
How convenient for you. Anyone who falls for your lies is a fool, then, and should have known better.

[ But her eyes narrow, thoughtful. ]
vorrutyer: (handsome)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-04-25 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His smile broadens. ]

A fool? No, not a fool - just less clever than I. Or perhaps someone who now mistakes truth for lies. Because I told very, very few lies, my dear.
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[personal profile] mirrortide 2017-04-25 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"I had a killer headache at the time, but I know I heard-" Lapis pitches her voice to Sei's, it's not a perfect match, but hey, she's also not in a mirror anymore. "Postpartum genetic modification is hardly an acceptable option for any Cetagandan, but there is much to learn from the exotics' genetic processes. As for the rest..." And then she pitches her tone to something more like Diya's, though at this point it's more stiff and mocking and-

Look, Lapis tried to be friendly with her.

"'Does she then intend for these complexes to be incorporated into the ghem genome?'" And finally her voice returns to her own, but it's clear that Lapis is more than a little frantic because she knows Steven probably wouldn't approve of her letting someone use her genes for mass planetary distruction.

"And then that Sei one was like That Dowager person has no instructions yet, but come on, Pearl! You know what we could do would be really, really bad for the rebels here." And for as much as she's a huge jerk she doesn't want to hurt anyone.