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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.
Maketh tips her head to the side, watching Rey. Unlike the wedding, this moment is oddly quiet. Serious. It reminds her of their courtship, such as it was.
As for what comes next--
Maketh smiles just a little, and fetches wine glasses. She's siting on the couch when Rey comes back, in the process of letting her hair down. She wore flowers braided in it for the ceremony. Emily helped.
As for what comes next--
Maketh smiles just a little, and fetches wine glasses. She's siting on the couch when Rey comes back, in the process of letting her hair down. She wore flowers braided in it for the ceremony. Emily helped.
Taking her time, Rey lingers in the kitchen for a few seconds while she pops the cork over the honey wine. She holds the neck of the bottle, bringing it close to her chest before she returns to the living area where she finds Maketh on the couch.
There is something particularly stunning about her in that way. It isn't the light or the dress, or any other way Rey had seen her. She's beautiful, with the floral scent in her golden hair and the way she greets Rey with that look in her eye.
"Found some mead in the cabinet," she says as she emerges from the kitchen shortly after, in order to take a seat beside Maketh. "Thought you'd like it."
Just a feeling.
There is something particularly stunning about her in that way. It isn't the light or the dress, or any other way Rey had seen her. She's beautiful, with the floral scent in her golden hair and the way she greets Rey with that look in her eye.
"Found some mead in the cabinet," she says as she emerges from the kitchen shortly after, in order to take a seat beside Maketh. "Thought you'd like it."
Just a feeling.
You are correct, it does not, but whether you do or do not speaks to your character.
[She has learned that is important too. It separates people from monsters who belong in prison.]
[She has learned that is important too. It separates people from monsters who belong in prison.]
[Action] /vaguely ambiguously a few days after Null post
lifetothefullest
2017-10-31 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lance isn't bothering using the network, for several reasons, and just shows up at the guard post; if he can't find Maketh here surely someone will know where to look for her, and it probably wouldn't hurt to talk to other guard members anyway.
So he steps inside cautiously, and upon noticing Maketh is indeed here just decides to get this over with and make his way over to her desk.]
Hello, Maketh.
[Might as well start off civilly before things go downhill.]
So he steps inside cautiously, and upon noticing Maketh is indeed here just decides to get this over with and make his way over to her desk.]
Hello, Maketh.
[Might as well start off civilly before things go downhill.]
Edited 2017-10-31 15:40 (UTC)
[Maketh watches Brennan for a moment.]
Why would you be concerned with my character?
Why would you be concerned with my character?
Mead. Something about that feels familiar. A comfort, though Maketh can't quite remember why. Perhaps it doesn't matter.
She smiles, shifting to brush her shoulder against Rey's.
"I do."
She smiles, shifting to brush her shoulder against Rey's.
"I do."
[Maketh glances up briefly, then returns to her paperwork. She's running on coffee and little sleep and as such has no patience for Sweets and his specific brand of nonsense.]
What do you want, Doctor Sweets?
What do you want, Doctor Sweets?
[Lance is similarly low on patience; he's had a headache for the past three days or so from trying to deal with all the chaos going on, and then there's the issue of the chaos itself. But, fortunately, he knows there's very little point to niceties with Maketh, and so he gets to skip right to the point of the conversation and save them both time.]
I wanted to know what the official position of the Guard is, in response to the Null's latest request.
[...Okay, not the point, but definitely a point he's interested in. Might as well start there, especially considering a few of their most recent conversations.]
I wanted to know what the official position of the Guard is, in response to the Null's latest request.
[...Okay, not the point, but definitely a point he's interested in. Might as well start there, especially considering a few of their most recent conversations.]
Oh good, her instincts weren't off then. Rey is relieved to hear, and some tension is released when she feels Maketh up against her like that. She wills herself a steady hand as she pours themselves a drink each.
"Glad to hear it."
She leans back, glass in hand, and takes her first long drink of the sweet wine.
After some deliberation, Rey swallows hard and glances to Maketh. "So, um. Just so you know, I've never -- really don't anything like this before."
A statement which could be construed in a variety of ways, but words are failing.
"Glad to hear it."
She leans back, glass in hand, and takes her first long drink of the sweet wine.
After some deliberation, Rey swallows hard and glances to Maketh. "So, um. Just so you know, I've never -- really don't anything like this before."
A statement which could be construed in a variety of ways, but words are failing.
I seem to recall having this conversation with you previously.
[Maketh doesn't look up from her paperwork. If she acts like he's not worth her attention, then maybe he'll go away.]
We will protect the city. As we always have.
[Maketh doesn't look up from her paperwork. If she acts like he's not worth her attention, then maybe he'll go away.]
We will protect the city. As we always have.
Maketh drinks. The mead is sweet and strong. Hearty, she thinks. The sort of thing she might drink with a good meal. Comforting.
She watches Rey, then offers out her hand.
"Do you want to?"
There's no need to ask what this refers to.
She watches Rey, then offers out her hand.
"Do you want to?"
There's no need to ask what this refers to.
'Protecting the city' is an incredibly vague answer, I'm sure you're aware, and one that's up for interpretation. After all, if you consider the gods a larger threat to the populace than the Null, then you'd still be 'protecting the city' by allowing people to assist the Null.
[He doesn't like the dismissive attitude toward him, but he also knows it's probably purposeful and so he's doing his best to ignore it in turn.]
[He doesn't like the dismissive attitude toward him, but he also knows it's probably purposeful and so he's doing his best to ignore it in turn.]
The Null remain an unknown element.
[One that she intends to gather intelligence about before making a decision one way or another.]
Your 'interpretation', as you so eloquently call it, is of no concern to me. Did you have something of actual importance to discuss, or is this another your fishing expeditions?
[One that she intends to gather intelligence about before making a decision one way or another.]
Your 'interpretation', as you so eloquently call it, is of no concern to me. Did you have something of actual importance to discuss, or is this another your fishing expeditions?
[Normally, he might allow them to go in circles a little more, but this seems pointless and he doesn't have the energy for that. So instead--]
Fine, I'll make my question very clear. Are you planning to do anything to attempt preventing harm from coming to anyone the Null have listed as targets?
[And since it's basically a yes or no question, he watches her reaction incredibly carefully; answers to these types of questions are usually the easiest to read truth and deception from.]
Fine, I'll make my question very clear. Are you planning to do anything to attempt preventing harm from coming to anyone the Null have listed as targets?
[And since it's basically a yes or no question, he watches her reaction incredibly carefully; answers to these types of questions are usually the easiest to read truth and deception from.]
It feels like such an absurd thing to get butterflies over. She has no second thoughts charging into a blazing house, but when it comes to putting herself in a compromising situation before another person -- there's something terrifying about that that Rey can't place.
Her mouth tightens; a crease forms in her brow as her eyes fall ton Maketh's extended hand.
And then, without hesitation, she takes it. Curling her fingers around Maketh's own.
"Yes. With you, I think I want to."
Her mouth tightens; a crease forms in her brow as her eyes fall ton Maketh's extended hand.
And then, without hesitation, she takes it. Curling her fingers around Maketh's own.
"Yes. With you, I think I want to."
A person's character is an indicator of how they will behave when they are faced with the worst scenario. This is especially important for people in positions of leadership.
[There is the slightest pause here.]
So, I repeat my question: do you regret what you did then?
[There is the slightest pause here.]
So, I repeat my question: do you regret what you did then?
We will do our duty to the city and the people within in. Our numbers are unfortunately limited, but we have protocols in place.
[And she does intend to keep the majority of the people safe. It's just inevitable that one or two people will die. And from that, Maketh will have her intelligence.]
If you wish to discuss the logistics of our operations, I suggest you speak with Henry or Nick. I have little patience for you.
[And she does intend to keep the majority of the people safe. It's just inevitable that one or two people will die. And from that, Maketh will have her intelligence.]
If you wish to discuss the logistics of our operations, I suggest you speak with Henry or Nick. I have little patience for you.
[Maketh watches Brennan for a long time. Her eyes are hard.]
Yes. I regret many things that I did for the Empire.
Yes. I regret many things that I did for the Empire.
They hold hands for a moment. Maketh rubs circles on Rey's palm with her thumb, watching her. "It can be slow. As slow as you want."
She tips her head to the side. Gives Rey a little smile.
"When you're ready, kiss me again."
She tips her head to the side. Gives Rey a little smile.
"When you're ready, kiss me again."
I've told you I work for the government, right? A bunch of elegant-sounding wording isn't going to distract me from the fact that you clearly can't give a yes or no answer to a very simple question.
[Which says a lot on its own, and really tells him what he needs to know. But fine; he'd hoped that he was wrong, but if he isn't, then he'll just deal with it.]
I might do so. I imagine they both have strong opinions on this subject.
[And as much as he'd prefer not to, he'll also address with them the concerns he has with Maketh's answer if necessary.]
[Which says a lot on its own, and really tells him what he needs to know. But fine; he'd hoped that he was wrong, but if he isn't, then he'll just deal with it.]
I might do so. I imagine they both have strong opinions on this subject.
[And as much as he'd prefer not to, he'll also address with them the concerns he has with Maketh's answer if necessary.]
Oh, was that unclear? Go away, Doctor Sweets.
[She thins her mouth. He annoys her on an uncomfortably personal level and in another world - another life - she would have had him either shot or so deeply humiliated that he'd never dare to show his face in her presence again. But that isn't possible here.]
[She thins her mouth. He annoys her on an uncomfortably personal level and in another world - another life - she would have had him either shot or so deeply humiliated that he'd never dare to show his face in her presence again. But that isn't possible here.]
[Don't say anything, Lance. What has he just been telling Ephemera, and Kate, and others? Just walk away.
But he's also so good at giving advice on the subject because it's one he struggles with himself, and it's taking every ounce of willpower he has not to say something snappish in return. He's gotten the answers to both questions he'd had at the same time, and there's no point in continuing to talk to her; she isn't worth the time to effort, or the worsening headache.
So he refrains from what he really wants to say, although he also can't allow himself to just be dismissed like that without saying something. So, after a moment, he responds coldly--]
You know what the right thing to do is, and there's still time to do it. I suggest making an attempt.
But he's also so good at giving advice on the subject because it's one he struggles with himself, and it's taking every ounce of willpower he has not to say something snappish in return. He's gotten the answers to both questions he'd had at the same time, and there's no point in continuing to talk to her; she isn't worth the time to effort, or the worsening headache.
So he refrains from what he really wants to say, although he also can't allow himself to just be dismissed like that without saying something. So, after a moment, he responds coldly--]
You know what the right thing to do is, and there's still time to do it. I suggest making an attempt.
If I cared for your opinion in the slightest, I'd ask what you think you mean by that.
[Maketh's voice is icy calm. She doesn't look up.]
And then I remember: I don't. How refreshing. Good day, Doctor Sweets.
[Maketh's voice is icy calm. She doesn't look up.]
And then I remember: I don't. How refreshing. Good day, Doctor Sweets.
Her touch is soothing. Always has been, but it's even more welcome now. Everything Maketh does makes Rey appreciate her all the more.
"Thank you," Rey exhales. She means it, and it means everything.
After finishing off her wine in one go, she sets the glass down over the end table, not letting go of Maketh.
Looking at her from the corner of her eye, Rey's expression softens again. "You really are so wonderful, you know that?"
"Thank you," Rey exhales. She means it, and it means everything.
After finishing off her wine in one go, she sets the glass down over the end table, not letting go of Maketh.
Looking at her from the corner of her eye, Rey's expression softens again. "You really are so wonderful, you know that?"
[Don't say anything, Lance. Don't--]
Do you remember what you asked me once, a few weeks after I arrived, about whether or not I intended to challenge you regarding your position in the guard?
Do you remember what you asked me once, a few weeks after I arrived, about whether or not I intended to challenge you regarding your position in the guard?
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