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srwug_alpha_rp2012-10-04 02:06 am
Time is slipping away from us so stay with me / I can make you glad you came
Haman had been watching the battle closely, she always did when Char was out there. When the Comet has been shot down she had wasted no time in scrambling her own troops to recover him before he drown. Loosing him would be bad for Zeon, and worse so if it happened while Haman was watching.
He had been hurt an shot down so many times it was starting to get old, and Haman didn't even look phased by it as she waited in the hanger for recovery forces. Although inwardly she was frightened, very much so for Char's well being, but more so by the intense feelings that had reverberated off the battle an echoed in her mind.
She had left Mineva safe with her handmaid, she didn't need to see Char or his mech in a post battle state, the poor child had seen enough. Haman would prefer it if Mineva believed Char was simply invincible, she had already seen and felt enough death for someone so young.
If you're trying to find Char after the battle, if seems this would be the place to do it.
((You can tag Haman or Char alone if you like, or both together, but put it in the subject line who you'd like to speak to))
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But he lost Hyakku Shiki. A mobile suit his sister gave him, and one of the greatest pieces of machinery Anaheim has produced to date, second only to the Zeta Gundam itself. The entire top half of that mobile suit was slag, and if he hadn't ended up in the water, he'd be dead for sure. Thankfully, a Zeon retrieval team came and got his unconscious body out of the water.
Char was just starting to come around when he was being wheeled out of the Zeon medevac mini-H.L.V. in a wheelchair. It was really a miracle he was in one piece, and only had a few bruises and a few more burns. Nothing that wouldn't heal naturally in a week or so.
"Haman," Char said quietly, having lost his voice. "Lockon--... is Lockon alright?" That wasn't the most graceful of revenge rages Char flew into, but hey - he had quite the kill count after all of that.
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Haman's tough act only lasted until she actually saw the wreck. It was a miracle he wasn't dead, and in fact, he was mostly alright. well good thing I didn't get worked up for nothing. As far as she was concerned Mobile Suits where replaceable, but they she was likely unaware of it's emotional attachment. He was the one who wasn't replaceable, not in her rank, or in her heart.
"The Sniper with the bad eye? Yes, he's fine. And the other one too, in the orange Gundam. In fact, you just missed a rather touching reunion between them." Haman touched his hand. "Lots of totaled suits, but everyone that sortied, came back."
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"How far off is Axis? Until I get a new Mobile Suit, it looks like I'm not going to be doing a lot of piloting." He knew Axis had a few new designs in the works, and knowing Haman, she had something special in the works just for him alone.
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It rather went with out saying that there where always a few aces up Haman's tight fitting sleeves when it came to suits, that wasn't what sent a painful chill down her skin.
"So long as we're on Earth, it would be a bit difficult. And even when we're in space, they're stationed pretty far out right now. But..." She squeezed his hands, the idea of him leaving her here made her feel almost physically ill. "Never unreachable."
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"I got attached to Hyakku Shiki. Sayla brought it here, just for me. Without knowing, of course, but still. It was the first gift I'd gotten from her in more than two decades."
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"Oh... I see. I didn't know." Haman made a mental note, there was a cunning plan formulating in the back of her mind. "Well, I'll make sure it won't get scrap unless you want it to be. It it's current state it would be a lovely statue if you wanted to keep it." It actually wouldn't look so bad in the palace garden back on Axis, yes... in the center of the rose garden. She was trying hard to offer some comfort.
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He sighs, and leans his head into her stomach; a vague sort of hug, considering where they were standing. "We can try, though. If not... we'll just build a replica. One that won't cost an arm and a leg to build."
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Instinctively, her hand came to the back of his head, as he leaned against her, her finger tips softly stroked his hair lovingly.
"Anything you want." Haman whispered softly, she would do anything to make him happy, if it meant he would stay beside her.
For a quiet moment Haman enjoyed this, not his sadness, but this tender moment.
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"How about you surprise me? I'm sure you already have an idea for a new Mobile Suit, anyway."
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"Consider it taken care of. You know I always have a few things in my back pocket." Haman held him tightly, letting herself enjoy this feeling of intermingled powers.
"Should we go back to our- er- my quarters? I'm sure you'd like to rest after all that." Haman looked down at him, she run the back of her finger along his jaw line, and smiled softly. And empathic sort of smirk that only said 'I feel you pain, but I am glad to have shared it.' "I'll keep Mineva away until your rested up a bit. I don't like letting her see your like this."
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"I'd like that, yes. Though it's really not as bad as it looks." He appreciates the sentiment, but if Mineva sees Hyakku Shiki like this, she's going to want to talk to him and make sure he's okay.
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"Alright." Haman nodded, came around the back and started to push the chair. "Regardless of what it looks like, you took a hell of a beating, and that deserves it's credit. I am glad you're still on piece, albeit a bit worse for wear, but you've lived through worse." Her voice rang with sweet affection, as her high heels clicked out the easy pace like a steady back beat to the drumming of her heart.
"You should really just move in, you know. If you don't I'm afraid they may force me to share with someone else eventually. And That would be a nightmare. I don't share my crayons well with uninvited company."
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"Of course. I didn't mean right now, I was just musing aloud. We'd both be sore if I ended up with some teenage roommate. Then where would have sex?" The showers. Or the locker room. We should really have sex on the bridge someday...
Moving on!
Haman pushed him along easily, feeling a little bad for bringing it up. She hadn't meant to pressure him at time like this, it was only a off handed remark really. Inwardly she was making herself feel increasingly guilty... ever since she had brought out the secret of his identity Haman felt that is she pushed to hard, he might just leave her all together... and she couldn't bare the thought. As they walked along the whispered in the back of her mind joined in, muttering ugly words laced with poison. By the time they reached the door to her room Haman's demeanor had changed completely. Not sad just somber, which didn't really feel to out of place considering the situation.
She palmed open the door and pushed him in and over to the bed they often shared. Red sateen sheets, and plush pillows that Haman obvious brought from Axis welcomed Char, freshly cleaned and presses (of course the Regent presses her sheets!).
And then Haman did the strangest, perhaps the most docile thing she had ever done behind the haven of closed doors. She got down on her knees and started unzipping Char's boots.
Haman bowed to no one. But even so...
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And there were the red satin sheets. Of course. He knew what that meant, he always did. But what she did next was... odd.
"Haman?" he asked, but made no effort to get her to stop. "I can take my own boots of..."
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"I though it was obvious?" The look she gave him was as if it where the stupidest question she had ever heard. As she said this she popped his heel out of his boot with a sure hand and pulled it off.
"I'm taking off your boots. I was under the impression..." She undid the other zipper and pull that one off to before he could stop her. "you where rather beat up, and it's such a pain to wrestle out of your own boots. It's easier if someone helps." For a moment she though of how difficult to was to wrestle off her shoe-pants, and the one time she had gotten stuck and Cello had had to help her out of her pants quite literately. It had been quite comical.
She sat back on her heels and looked up at him for a moment, the endless cosmos seemed to swirl in the depth of her midnight blue eyes, carefully framed in pink curls, a solemn look on her glossed lips.
I though you would like it...
Haman rocked back carefully onto her heels and stood up quickly with a soft swoosh on her split cape.
"Do you want me to go get you anything? " Haman's voice sounded a little flat this time, it's usual deep warmth seemed diminished somehow.
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"No... no, I don't." He tried to reach out for her. "I just want you to stay with me, for now."
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Haman was physically startled by his words, it showed on her face as at first she looked a bit wide eyes, but it melted quickly into a warm tight smile. She held her arms out as she took two long stride back to him, standing between his knees and leaning forward, Haman slid her hands over his shoulders gingerly, as if she was afraid Char himself, and this whole moment, would simply might crumble in her arms.
" For now. For as long as you need me. Forever... if you want it."
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Haman (Adventure time, oh boy!)
The man has NO regard for who's in the hall, while the woman looks a little concerned for who Haman is. "Sir... we should go another way."
"Wha for?"
"That's... Lady Haman Karn."
"And?" He still doesn't care... but he looks thoughtful. "Oh... Oooooohhhh. No... if she's got words for me, let her have them. Who am I to deny her that."
come on grab you friends, we'll go to very distant lands
Haman was looking over her tablet, and paying little attention to who in the the hall in front of her, so completely used to people simply moving out of her way she paid it little mind.
That was until she heard her name spoken in the breathy whisper, that tone that carried weight and fear even. Haman looked up sharply, malice in her eyes as she looked over the two figures.
It took a moment to pull the out of the back of her mind, she had tried so hard to block out those weeks of confinement that she never should have been forced to participate in.
Oh she would have words. Several in fact. But instead she could do the only thing she could think of.
With a snarl on her features, and the power of her anger radiating off her, she simply put her hand out to stop him, finger tips on his cool armor.
"What exactly are you doing here? You have about three second to explain..." She pulled her pistol out from under her tunic's petals. " before I found out what color your insides are."
come on grab you friends, we'll go to very distant lands
Who does not flinch at all at the gun. Maybe there's a reason for that.
"I'm here to get the party started. What else?"
"S-sir! This isn't the time to be joking." Even if she'd catch the bullet before he did.
"No, really. I'm here to help out. Mostly with crew morale."
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Haman doesn't like any of this one bit, but she relaxes her grip and pulls the gun away, she had no interest in shooting this woman, she seemed reasonable enough.
And he had answered her question after all.
But it did not diminish her anger, no one put's Haman Karn in a cage.
No one.
"Crew moral? After you incarcerated us? Tortured us? The only way you could increase moral is if you are dead, and strung up from my Quebely in the hanger like a war trophy."
She turned her ferocity to his guard.
"You seem sane enough, can you tell me what in the name of all that is holy is going on here."
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But, being that his guard was addressed, and her tone conveyed that, she replied. "It's as he says. He has come to help. Spreading music is his calling, at the time it was Adventus that gave him the means to get around the world to do so. They used him as much as he used them."
But she's cut off here. "I'm not trying to play victim. I know I did some pretty foul stuff. Willingly at that. I'm not asking for forgiveness. Just cooperation."
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"Music? As if that would be enough to cure all that ails us here." Haman couldn't help but think of her own monsters, lurking in the back of her mind, and how her time imprisoned by them had only exacerbated her deteriorating mental health.
"You want cooperation? Then get down on your knees and let me shoot you without a fight!" Haman shouted over the woman's shoulder at the blind man, nearly snarling. Every newtype on the ship could likely feel her anger.
Haman knew this wasn't Axis, she had very little authority here really, outside of the authority of her gun, especially now with Kamille and Cynthia gone, and Char injured.
"Otherwise I would appreciate it if you made sure I did not have to look upon your face one moment longer!" Haman turned back to the guard woman.
"And you, I like you, do be a good girl, and keep this monster where he can't hurt anybody. And away from me, and mine." Haman refused to holster the weapon, holding it tight to her side, her finger still on the trigger.
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Thing was, if he WANTED it, he could have most everyone on the ship dancing to his tunes... but how fair would that be?
"My job is the opposite ma'am. It's my job to keep others from attacking him. There is... someone else in charge of his punishment. I assure you, ma'am... he's very well looked after." Of course, she kind of shys away a bit, moving back towards the blind DJ. "I'll do my best to keep him from you."
She gives Haman time to walk away before speaking up. "You didn't deserve that."
"Yes I did. You haven't mete Cheng yet."