[ So that's what Yuri Vorbarra looks like. Yuri Fucking Vorbarra, the madman who will go on to murder most of his house. The one who will accidentally ensure that Miles exists at all, at least in the form he knows now ...
He's smart enough not to stare while Yuri (or anyone who might care) is looking at him. But when the man's back is turned ... Miles looks as though he'd like to burn holes in his back with his eyes. The man is different from what he was expecting, but - what else was he expecting, really? Some obviously insane maniac? No, he's not at that point yet. Not for a while. And damn it, he has to wait if he wants to change any of this. There's no way in hell Barrayar gets through the war if the succession goes up in flames now...
It's still enough to make a man nervous. And Miles is nervous under everything, a ball of energy with no walls to hurl himself at. So he mutters to himself instead. Recalling what he'd overheard not too long ago. ]
"Quiet," my ass ...
Death Offerings
[ Miles is front and center at the public death offering. Not because he's loyal to Barrayar - though he is - but rather because he has something different to mourn. So this is why Yuri tried to kill all the other Vorbarras. Because he lost his son after his wife had died ... If that son hadn't died, then maybe the massacre wouldn't have happened at all. Maybe Mad Emperor Yuri might have been remembered as Paranoid Fuck Emperor Yuri instead.
So Miles adds a lock of his own hair to the pyre not for the son, but rather for the destabilization his death represents. For the deaths to come. ]
You can add cloth if you'd prefer.
[ He murmurs gently, in case you're here too and completely lost. Or just not feeling the impromptu haircut. ]
Fights n' Shit
[ Hell. It's a testament to how good camp has been recently that Miles didn't even think about how the influx of new soldiers might affect him personally. At least he's not Komarran, but the new soldiers don't consider a mutant to be much better. At best he gets hex signs constantly. Being spat on is more common, often accompanied with a jeer about how easy it is to hit the top of his head when he's that short.
And today - Miles gets into a fight. It's a small squabble, not his fault really. He'd been requested to take a message to Dorca's camp. Had done so more or less safely, as the soldiers hadn't touched him while he still had a job to do. But as soon as he turns his back, one of the soldiers knock him to the ground. A jeer about how desperate Piotr must be to have muties in his army, look how puny this one is - and then a sharp kick to his ribs that makes him cry out. The bruises from Tarn still hurt like hell; he has to blink back tears as he sits back up again, cradling his injured side. ]
Better - better a useful mutant than an empty meathead.
[ Wrong answer. So was the punch he was halfway through throwing. This is not going to end well. ]
OTA
[ Miles is also going to be around camp and Riverfall! Trying failing to help out with the construction efforts mostly. ]
Miles Vorkosigan | OTA
[ So that's what Yuri Vorbarra looks like. Yuri Fucking Vorbarra, the madman who will go on to murder most of his house. The one who will accidentally ensure that Miles exists at all, at least in the form he knows now ...
He's smart enough not to stare while Yuri (or anyone who might care) is looking at him. But when the man's back is turned ... Miles looks as though he'd like to burn holes in his back with his eyes. The man is different from what he was expecting, but - what else was he expecting, really? Some obviously insane maniac? No, he's not at that point yet. Not for a while. And damn it, he has to wait if he wants to change any of this. There's no way in hell Barrayar gets through the war if the succession goes up in flames now...
It's still enough to make a man nervous. And Miles is nervous under everything, a ball of energy with no walls to hurl himself at. So he mutters to himself instead. Recalling what he'd overheard not too long ago. ]
"Quiet," my ass ...
Death Offerings
[ Miles is front and center at the public death offering. Not because he's loyal to Barrayar - though he is - but rather because he has something different to mourn. So this is why Yuri tried to kill all the other Vorbarras. Because he lost his son after his wife had died ... If that son hadn't died, then maybe the massacre wouldn't have happened at all. Maybe Mad Emperor Yuri might have been remembered as Paranoid Fuck Emperor Yuri instead.
So Miles adds a lock of his own hair to the pyre not for the son, but rather for the destabilization his death represents. For the deaths to come. ]
You can add cloth if you'd prefer.
[ He murmurs gently, in case you're here too and completely lost. Or just not feeling the impromptu haircut. ]
Fights n' Shit
[ Hell. It's a testament to how good camp has been recently that Miles didn't even think about how the influx of new soldiers might affect him personally. At least he's not Komarran, but the new soldiers don't consider a mutant to be much better. At best he gets hex signs constantly. Being spat on is more common, often accompanied with a jeer about how easy it is to hit the top of his head when he's that short.
And today - Miles gets into a fight. It's a small squabble, not his fault really. He'd been requested to take a message to Dorca's camp. Had done so more or less safely, as the soldiers hadn't touched him while he still had a job to do. But as soon as he turns his back, one of the soldiers knock him to the ground. A jeer about how desperate Piotr must be to have muties in his army, look how puny this one is - and then a sharp kick to his ribs that makes him cry out. The bruises from Tarn still hurt like hell; he has to blink back tears as he sits back up again, cradling his injured side. ]
Better - better a useful mutant than an empty meathead.
[ Wrong answer. So was the punch he was halfway through throwing. This is not going to end well. ]
OTA
[ Miles is also going to be around camp and Riverfall!
Tryingfailing to help out with the construction efforts mostly. ]