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srwug_alpha_rp2013-02-15 06:47 am
redcomet) wrote in srwug_alpha_rp2013-02-15 06:47 am
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☄ XXXIV - Backdated to 2/14
1 Action - Locked to Haman
[ There's a bouquet of flowers left in front of Haman Karn's door as she awakens that morning. The flowers are red, white, and purple, with a gold, glass vase. The card attached simply reads: "Happy Valentine's Day. Come find me in the arboretum later. - Char" ]
2 - Arboretum - Action
[ There's a bottle of wine out in a bucket of ice, on the only picnic table there with a tablecloth and a 'reserved' sign.
Sure. It's out in the open, but while the ship is in transit, it's the closest thing they can get to a fancy, romantic setting while Mineva is awake. So... here they are. In the Arboretum. In a setting that is just begging to be crashed and/or interrupted in the rudest way possible.
Dare ye? ]
[ There's a bouquet of flowers left in front of Haman Karn's door as she awakens that morning. The flowers are red, white, and purple, with a gold, glass vase. The card attached simply reads: "Happy Valentine's Day. Come find me in the arboretum later. - Char" ]
2 - Arboretum - Action
[ There's a bottle of wine out in a bucket of ice, on the only picnic table there with a tablecloth and a 'reserved' sign.
Sure. It's out in the open, but while the ship is in transit, it's the closest thing they can get to a fancy, romantic setting while Mineva is awake. So... here they are. In the Arboretum. In a setting that is just begging to be crashed and/or interrupted in the rudest way possible.
Dare ye? ]
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Haman remember the last time she had tried to go shopping in a place they docked at and the awkward and enlightening afternoon she had spent with her young subordinate, Kamille.
And as for the skirt, there was a reason Haman had taken wearing pants shortly after coming into power.
"No, I didn't meant it like that." She laughed, the idea of Char in tow on a shopping trip seemed, well frankly hilarious. "I could hardly make you carry my purse. I have people for that." It felt nice to unwind a little bit, the moment was intoxicating and she had not even tried the wine yet. The stress has been so high for so long, it was nice to release the tension in a moment of safety.
She did not fail to notice the way he was looking at her, it was always a reward to receive it. All those years of longing, and every day these where the rewards for her piousness to him.
Desire and Devotion.
Albeit, perhaps not complete, but enough.
"You know your flattery will get you no where with me, but do please go on." Haman sipped from her glass and made a playful gesture with her hand to show her easy sarcasm.
Her kiss left an iridescent plum lipstick stain on the rim of the glass.
"It was funny, even Mineva was excited by the roses this morning. it means alot to her to see us getting along. I never though a child would care so much about these kinds of things, but she is very receptive."
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"I love you, Haman, but nothing would make me carry your purse for you." That was humiliating, no man should be subject to such emasculation. He took a sip of his wine, before reaching out for the silver tray. It was put on a hot plate set to its lowest setting to keep the food inside warm.
Inside was a roast big enough for both of them, garnished with various fruit and spices. For a side-dish, there were two salads, and a bowl of relatively simple noodles with Neo-Italian parmesan sauce. It was the best he could do without stopping at a dock.
"We're all she has left, Haman. There's nothing you or I could say to each other that would hurt one of us worse than it hurts her." That's not another attempt at guilt-tripping her; it was the truth. "She loves us. She only wants us to be happy."
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"Nor would I make you. That's what I have Kamille for, or Cello. Never you. It would be absurd to even dream of." She couldn't help but beam at him,this had all taken some doing, and she was rather flattered he went to so much trouble for something that seemed so trivial until his moment.
But hadn't a person once said 'nothing is trivial'?
"I can only see how now unprepared I was to raise a child. I had no idea what I was doing when she was younger, and only now can I say I honestly regret it. I failed her, and my duty. But that's changing, and I hope day she'll forgive me for those things." Haman shook her head, she was no point getting upset about it now. "It's nothing something they briefed me on."
She looked over the fare with delight, she wondered why he had conned to cook all this? Surely the Red Comet didn't spend all day over a hot stove.
"I don't think I was prepared for how easy it was to love her, when i finally allowed myself to do so. I did not think I would like children so much."
[Not here, but...]
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"We'll never make up for that, Haman. But what we can do is give her the life that you and I never had, and a Zeon worthy of her rule. I don't want her to repeat the mistakes of the rest of her family." That would honestly break his heart.
"You're the closest thing she has left to family, Haman. Of course she loves you. And it's only natural to do the same."
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"Kamille's a genius, but he'll have to learn everyone has to pay their dues in the beginning." She paused and rested her chin on the back of her hand.
She sipped off her glass as her spoke, this heavy conversation felt good to share, instead of keeping them bottled inside all the time.
"Everyday these are the things we work for. For her happiness, and for the people who look to me for answers. Although lately it feels quite hard to tell how effective we're been at this. It feel like ages since I've been back to Axis."
Sorry this is late... wasn't feeling too good yesterday
"Soon, Axis will be coming to us. The Council is intent on war, Haman, and I know you aren't exactly opposed to it either. I just can't lose anyone else. Not you, not Mineva, not Kamille."
no worries! I played Ni no kuni all day yesterday.
"I'm never apposed to military action when it is just and required for the Independence of the people." Her pretty smile got flat, and cold. Arguing with him over politics at a time like this was no what she had in mind. Haman was about tried of being questioned by Char about her tactics. If he wanted to make the decisions, 'wear the crown' so to speak, he certainly could, and rightfully so. But there was more to it than that, as there always seemed to be.
"It will be good to be back there. Although there is some terrible music I am certain to have to face, it is a fair price to pay to be back home." She looked at him with a steely calm. "If we do not wish to loose, then we must fight hard to win. Only in victory can the things we love be protected. We have made many strong alliances here, the tides of fate have shifted in our favor thanks to this place. Victory is almost with in our grasp."
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She was right. They had to fight, and he would. It seemed like no matter what he did in life, he always managed to end up behind the controls of a mobile a suit at some point. "Just as long as you promise me that we'll both come back alive from this."
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"No matter what we do, fight, or surrender, people will die. You should know this better than I." Haman squeezed his hand back softly, thankful for it, even now. "I could never make that promise to you Char. I will do what I can to make us victorious, but there is very little that can be guaranteed in life, and less so in War." She paused, it was hard to say aloud, but this was the truth of their perilous life choices. The life expectancy for Zeon mobile suit pilots was much shorter than anyone liked to admit to.
"I know it's not what you wanted to hear from me now, but I cannot lie to you about such matters. If you do not wish to participate in battle in your mobile suit, I can certainly find a safer use for you, if it would set your mind at ease."
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It wasn't meant to be, an honest gesture at least.
"You act as if I plan to throw myself out of my cockpit! Char, you have been a combat pilot nearly as long as I've been alive. What is this really about?" She sat back a minute, and pushed away the friction of politics. There had to be reason he was going in circles, after going to so much trouble to set up this wonderful dinner.
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"The very possibility terrifies me, though."
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"And fear is healthy, but you can't let it consume you." She leaned forward against and took his hand. "You are with out a doubt the bravest man I know. I understand the pain of loss, I truly do. But what would you have me do? What action could I take that would set your mind at ease?" She reached out and touched his face with the other hand. "I will do anything you ask of me, you know this. But I feel like there is something more you aren't saying." Haman looked at him with her endless eyes both soft, and fierce all at once.
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"I'm not the hero Zeon needs anymore. I might have been once, but... if there is one thing I learned from Amuro Ray, it's that the future doesn't belong to us. It belongs to the next generation. Someday, Kamille will replace both of us, and then Mineva will replace him." He squeezed her hand. "That's why I will fight again, for both of their sakes."
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"And maybe I do." After all he had let her get captured once. Front right under his nose at that. And though it had shaken her faith in his skills, her love made her blind to it. "I don't disagree with you. Truly I don't. In these days of disaster anything could happen, and you're right to be concerned about it. If I or Mineva should die tomorrow, the squabble for control would be... disastrous to all of Zeon. I fear the Principality would fall under the weight of infighting, so many power hungry monsters." Haman frowned a little. "I'll be more careful if it will make you feel better. And I don't sortie on missions that have nothing to do with me either, for that very reason. I want to build the future we wish to give them, if I die, if any of us do, then I fear all of Zeon will fall too. Unless..."
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His eyes lowered. "We'll survive this, Haman. Win or lose."
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She sighed, feeling relieved. At least that was over, Haman was started to dread these outbursts of Char's worry. Although she knew they where no unfounded. If anything, if only showed her how much she really meant to him. And for that much at least, she was deeply thankful.
"I often worry about the consequence of my own death, and of Mineva. Without a line of succession she and I are both fragile representations of power. A woman and a child, to many, I'm sure, sees us as an easy target. I am not blind to the fact, Char. But I am thankful for the reminder. I often feel to safe these days, and worry my own lax attitude may be my undoing." Haman patted the back of his hand. "We can all stand to be a bit more careful, to stand together and keep close watch of our own. But this idea of succession other worries me." She stoked her chin with her other hand, thinking hard on all that had been said. "Until Mineva can be married, even our grip on power is tedious at best. And that is, blessedly, many years off."
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"I'm sure Mineva will find someone who loves her and cares about her when she's older. Maybe even an idealistic, young Newtype, like Kamille. And if I can, I'll continue to protect her until I die." Totally not ironic foreshadowing, why would he do that?
"I know you'll do the same, Haman. She's almost like your own daughter. I know you love her and want only the best for her."