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Mark Pierre Vorkosigan / "Peter Kane" ([personal profile] jacksonian) wrote in [community profile] barrayar2016-01-22 09:49 pm

I am junking up this beautiful community with this junk

All the other starters are so beautiful but instead I'm coming in and ruining everything with this useless post with this sad sack
Comment to this post and I will write you something
use_everything: (It bears scrutiny)

[personal profile] use_everything 2016-01-23 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Barrayar rarely tolerated the media circuses, the dazzling shows and immortalized moments that the rest of the civilized universe seemed to invite. Images of the Butcher were official photos, or those moments where the lion stormed out of his den. There were so few speeches to watch, but there were declarations, eloquent but hard, like folded steel.

There was nothing to show him at rest, or relaxed.

Never the less, the man in front of him had only a few sprinkles of grey in his hair, rather than most of it turned with time. The lines on his face were a fresher stress, held rigid...

But there was no mistaking him, his profile, or the sharp, unnerving eyes that focused on the clone... softening as he sees his son.]


Miles.

[The distraction had mercifully given the clone respite from the one thing that would have broken the whole charade: that moment of deadly intent was missed. Instead, Aral looked up and saw his son, a fist full of cereal at the kitchen table, looking very much caught.

With some private amusement, he simply raises an eyebrow in question. His boots echo clearly on the linoleum as he unhurriedly paced around the table to the counter behind. Reaching above the knife block to the cabinet, he simply fetches one bowl.

And sets it in front of 'Miles.']
Edited 2016-01-23 16:26 (UTC)
use_everything: (So you say)

[personal profile] use_everything 2016-01-23 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a faint, passing frown at the cagey expression on his son's face. There's some temptation to ease down the shields between them, catch some hint of what is going on...

But, besides an agreement, he could probably guess. This hadn't been exactly smooth for either of them.

He answers that with a light sigh, pulling a chair from the table and reversing it before taking his seat there. Aral rubs at the back of his neck with a large hand, considering the question.]


These two days have offered a world of education. I can't quite place where good resides, yet.

[No, that was a lie. He gives a longer, evaluating stare at Miles' shoulder.]

Fairing better, I take it?
use_everything: (That had to hurt)

[personal profile] use_everything 2016-01-23 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Aral looks satisfied at that, impressed even. Less than two days for a break like that. For as much as some parts of the world seemed to fantastic to have any basis in reality, there were advantages.]

In every way possible, I've come to think.

[A troubled expression passes across his face, and he lays out the accumulated paper and notes from the day instead.]

Though if we could bottle up and take any of it back, the healing magic would be first on my list.
use_everything: (Come again)

[personal profile] use_everything 2016-01-23 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[The downward glance means the clone misses narrow, speculative glance. Miles himself had helped arrange for the healer, something that had mended that mess of bones couldn't be called anything but. Even in their time.]

Hm.

[He lets it go.]

Very little. Orientation went quickly enough.

[There's a note of amusement in his voice.] You never did say what they had you working with.
use_everything: (Turning over old stones)

[personal profile] use_everything 2016-01-24 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
Investments. Must have gotten that one from your mother.

[He puts his chin in his palm, elbow on the back of the chair. Aral's sharp eyes search his son's face. It seemed strange to be back to this, and nothing he particularly wanted to foster.]

Relax. This isn't the interrogation.

[They already did that.]
use_everything: (Neutral)

[personal profile] use_everything 2016-01-24 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Perhaps it stands to reason. The Butcher of Komarr was well known for targeting economic factors as surely as he did troops and politics, but there was that incomprehensible returning all of the wealth he'd accrued as Lord Regent...]

Hm. That might be useful position in this world.

[He gives him some shrewd regard.]

That is the blood and bones of a country like this one.
use_everything: (The tools of intent)

[personal profile] use_everything 2016-01-24 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a slight curl of his lip at the practices of Jackson's Whole.]

Fortunately, not that far gone, agreed. Though it seems to have been enough of an ideological shift for this country's enemies to define themselves as such. From the propaganda one might think this country holds all possible advantages.

[The look is curious, sharp, challenging, the same studying test as he often gave his son growing up. There's a prompt here, an expectation.]
use_everything: (Happening things happening)

[personal profile] use_everything 2016-01-25 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[The Butcher's expression folds, closing a little. Still, he tilts his head in acknowledgement.]

To some degrees, as long as the economy prospers in general, there's not as much of an issue as it would seem to beg.

Hm. Still, I imagine you've had some dealings with the Jacksonians, at this point.

[Studies aside, with the Fleet, it would be almost inconceivable not to.]