Maketh Tua (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mismanagement) wrote2016-01-25 02:02 pm
mismanagement) wrote2016-01-25 02:02 pm
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IC Contact Post [Hadriel]
This is Maketh Tua. State your business.
[Whistler shuffles to what has become his favorite spot, in a chair he's now overloaded with pillows]
I was just thinking I might have more skills that can help you than just the knack for building stuff, you know?
I was just thinking I might have more skills that can help you than just the knack for building stuff, you know?
There is no need to discuss it further. All you need to do is eat and lie down for a short nap, and you have my word that I will leave you to your business as soon as I see you lie down.
[She opens the container of freshly cooked food and lets the scent lightly waft over in Maketh's direction. It's not the fanciest thing she's ever made, but she used a good mix of herbs based on what was available, and it has a pleasant smell.]
[She opens the container of freshly cooked food and lets the scent lightly waft over in Maketh's direction. It's not the fanciest thing she's ever made, but she used a good mix of herbs based on what was available, and it has a pleasant smell.]
No.
[Neither of them did.]
Shadow was difficult, sometimes. But I understood him. I suppose that was something.
[Neither of them did.]
Shadow was difficult, sometimes. But I understood him. I suppose that was something.
[Maketh lowers her mug, watching him.] Such as?
[No, no, no. Maketh shivers, fighting the urge to bolt back to the kitchen with her notes. She can't do this, she can't have witnesses. Not yet.]
Please, Ikaruga. I can't. I have work to do.
Please, Ikaruga. I can't. I have work to do.
What did you understand about him, if I may ask?
[His temper? His proclivity for violence? His arson ways?]
[His temper? His proclivity for violence? His arson ways?]
Being made for something violent.
Not so literal, in my case. But it
mattered. More than expected.
Not so literal, in my case. But it
mattered. More than expected.
Perhaps you were made for violence, but it is you who chooses whether or not to be so in a place like this. It was his choice, as well.
[And when it comes to Shadow -- his choices with Carlisle, with Sato, probably with others -- he certainly did make his choice.]
[And when it comes to Shadow -- his choices with Carlisle, with Sato, probably with others -- he certainly did make his choice.]
You're correct, of course. I find it
difficult
sometimes. But that is not an excuse.
difficult
sometimes. But that is not an excuse.
[She knows that kind of body language - when someone has something to hide. She knows it well. She's encountered it in her targets or people who had information on her targets. Years of mercenary life has taught her to hone in on this and exploit it, but she likes Maketh and is trying to help her. Besides, she's fairly certain Maketh has encountered enough predatory people willing to exploit her weaknesses to last a lifetime.]
Work that you will do better with some food in you and some sleep.
[Softly.]
Simply because Hope can revive people does not mean I intend to let you work yourself to death. I'm fond enough of you that I find that prospect unacceptable.
Work that you will do better with some food in you and some sleep.
[Softly.]
Simply because Hope can revive people does not mean I intend to let you work yourself to death. I'm fond enough of you that I find that prospect unacceptable.
Maketh. Lance came to me with a plan to manage Sato in the short term. I thought little of his proposal, but he is determined to see it through with or without our assistance. As it will affect the Guard and imply our involvement regardless of what we do — not to mention our duty to keep him safe — I think it best that we impose ourselves.
To that end, he has agreed to take council with us. I want you and Nick there. If we are to avoid a repeat of recent events then our combined wisdom is needed.
[He sighs, and after a beat tells her what he will say to no one else:]
I worry that our control over this... feud slips through our hands like grains of sand. Sato should never have been this much of a concern for us. We cannot make any further mistakes.
To that end, he has agreed to take council with us. I want you and Nick there. If we are to avoid a repeat of recent events then our combined wisdom is needed.
[He sighs, and after a beat tells her what he will say to no one else:]
I worry that our control over this... feud slips through our hands like grains of sand. Sato should never have been this much of a concern for us. We cannot make any further mistakes.
I -- I understand.
[She doesn't like it. But she doesn't have to. She's made too many mistakes lately.]
I will meet you there.
[She doesn't like it. But she doesn't have to. She's made too many mistakes lately.]
I will meet you there.
I would call it 'monitoring' or 'observation' but I think it would be easier to just get to the point and say spying.
That was part of why Bish, you could call him my boss, approached a blind man in the first place.
That was part of why Bish, you could call him my boss, approached a blind man in the first place.
[Maketh laughs just a little.]
Your boss was a clever man, then.
[No one would anticipate a man like Whistler having the talents he does.]
I would find such talents -- very useful, here.
Your boss was a clever man, then.
[No one would anticipate a man like Whistler having the talents he does.]
I would find such talents -- very useful, here.
[Whistler huffs a small chuckle. Bish could be called clever. Or just one of luck's favorites. But irregardless he had a good knack for things like that. Getting things done under the radar.]
I was hoping you'd say that.
I was hoping you'd say that.
What makes you think I did anything?
I have something for you and I'm not bringing it to the lab.
I have something for you and I'm not bringing it to the lab.
You really don't want me to answer that.
Fine. Yes, I am home.
Fine. Yes, I am home.
[Whatever Hux intends, Maketh is prepared. Either it's a trap and he's going to attempt killing her, or he's bringing alcohol. The odds are evenly split.
She keeps her pistol close, just in case.
The knock on her door comes promptly. Maketh opens it with narrowed eyes.]
....what is that?
She keeps her pistol close, just in case.
The knock on her door comes promptly. Maketh opens it with narrowed eyes.]
....what is that?
I'm pretty sure it's a cat.
[The black cat was attached to Hux's shoulder but he had managed to catch the thing up in thick blankets. He had no intentions of getting gnawed on.]
Can you let me in? This thing has sharp claws.
[The black cat was attached to Hux's shoulder but he had managed to catch the thing up in thick blankets. He had no intentions of getting gnawed on.]
Can you let me in? This thing has sharp claws.
[It looks like a cat from a distance. Maketh steps back to let him in, confusion evident. Kylo is the one who keeps cats, not Hux.]
What are you doing with it?
What are you doing with it?
[Once he was inside he leaned over to pretty much dump the cat onto the floor, letting it go where it wanted.]
Giving it to you, obviously. It kept trying to gnaw on Anakin's cat so while Kylo likes having a house of cats, this one was causing trouble.
Giving it to you, obviously. It kept trying to gnaw on Anakin's cat so while Kylo likes having a house of cats, this one was causing trouble.
[The cat-thing promptly trots across the floor like it owns the place. Maketh stares at it blankly.]
And you thought giving it to me was the solution.
[Perhaps he hopes it will kill her. Maketh watches the cat. It has silky black fur and all together too many mouths.]
I see.
And you thought giving it to me was the solution.
[Perhaps he hopes it will kill her. Maketh watches the cat. It has silky black fur and all together too many mouths.]
I see.
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