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rowancrowned) wrote2015-03-22 06:02 pm
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"Okay," she says, "Good."
The few is nice, but it reminds her too much about all that Qun poetry, going on about tides and oceans for fucking ever. Still, she stands and looks out over it. It's a good thing to keep in mind.
"She's in hot water right now," Eshal says. "I don't think she should be. I especially don't think she's safe. But she's not one of mine, and she doesn't trust me for shit; there's a limit to what I can do for her."
The few is nice, but it reminds her too much about all that Qun poetry, going on about tides and oceans for fucking ever. Still, she stands and looks out over it. It's a good thing to keep in mind.
"She's in hot water right now," Eshal says. "I don't think she should be. I especially don't think she's safe. But she's not one of mine, and she doesn't trust me for shit; there's a limit to what I can do for her."
"Ah," he says. "Who?"
In more words, it's not entirely a surprise. Flint, then? Her suspicions were founded, and Gwenaelle may have--
No matter. It will be simple enough to keep her safe. He will owe Eshal for the information, but that is cheap for having Kitty safe.
In more words, it's not entirely a surprise. Flint, then? Her suspicions were founded, and Gwenaelle may have--
No matter. It will be simple enough to keep her safe. He will owe Eshal for the information, but that is cheap for having Kitty safe.
"Kitty thinks Flint's the type to torture information out of her. Flint or Yseult. I don't know if that's true, but I do know that when someone says 'I'm worried I'll get tortured' to take them seriously."
She keeps frowning at the ocean.
"Kitty did the same shit Flint did. Kitty did less than Flint did; she never used her information against us. If she's getting punished for it, Flint better, too. He doesn't get special treatment."
She keeps frowning at the ocean.
"Kitty did the same shit Flint did. Kitty did less than Flint did; she never used her information against us. If she's getting punished for it, Flint better, too. He doesn't get special treatment."
"Kitty will not suffer anything worse than the Vint currently in the dungeons, if she is punished," he says. "That is the precedent being set."
Not just because it says something about Rifters. He looks past her, to the closed door, warded with a form of craft alien to Thedas.
"Without Skyhold, we have no oversight. The last time a Division Head did something similar, Skyhold stepped in. Furthermore, any punishment of Commander Flint would risk splintering within Riftwatch. Why he ever-"
'didn't think through the consequences of his actions' is probably the rest of that sentence, but. Instead, Thranduil inhales, exhales.
"What else did you come to say?"
Not just because it says something about Rifters. He looks past her, to the closed door, warded with a form of craft alien to Thedas.
"Without Skyhold, we have no oversight. The last time a Division Head did something similar, Skyhold stepped in. Furthermore, any punishment of Commander Flint would risk splintering within Riftwatch. Why he ever-"
'didn't think through the consequences of his actions' is probably the rest of that sentence, but. Instead, Thranduil inhales, exhales.
"What else did you come to say?"
Eshal's expression goes dark. "We can't throw him in a cell. I get it. But he should be blocked or kept back from things... There has to be some answer."
As for more to say, does she ever. "And we can't let Kitty end up in a cell. It leaves her... compromised. She should be put under..."
Eshal's face wrinkles with thought, trying to seek out the translation, before giving in.
"What's the word in trade, for when someone is confined to a place that isn't a dungeon? Your office, is what I'd suggest. She would be punished, and kept safe."
As for more to say, does she ever. "And we can't let Kitty end up in a cell. It leaves her... compromised. She should be put under..."
Eshal's face wrinkles with thought, trying to seek out the translation, before giving in.
"What's the word in trade, for when someone is confined to a place that isn't a dungeon? Your office, is what I'd suggest. She would be punished, and kept safe."
"Either he is a Division Head, with all our trust, or he is not." He makes a short gesture to indicate as much, the severing of something. "Either we trust one another and share our intelligence, resources, and plans, or we are five petty kings, squabbling."
But for the solution for Kitty, he nods.
"House arrest," he says. "It will suit. I will inform her."
But for the solution for Kitty, he nods.
"House arrest," he says. "It will suit. I will inform her."
"I get what you're saying, and a few days I would have agreed. But we have to- he fucked up and he hurt us. He has power and he abused that. If we let that go, we're not petty kings, we're tyrants who answer to fuckall nobody."
All said quietly, harshly, staring into the sea. Her stance tenses, but she doesn't move.
All said quietly, harshly, staring into the sea. Her stance tenses, but she doesn't move.
"So, you have my vote. You have your own. What of Monsieur Rutyer, and the Scoutmaster?"
He eases back into sitting on the edge of the desk, his grip on the sides easy. He isn't yet sure how to feel about being the first to be asked.
He eases back into sitting on the edge of the desk, his grip on the sides easy. He isn't yet sure how to feel about being the first to be asked.
"And do you intend to mention this to any of the other heads before we have our... gathering?"
( gwenaëlle doesn't linger that long with flint, all things considered—says her piece, hears his, a drink in companionably unhappy quiet. she leaves reassured but drained, disappointed, and unsure in several directions that are not (to thranduil's probable disappointment in turn) the one marked 'whether or not to continue trusting flint'. for all that hardie spends the entire conversation with his head on flint's thigh, he trots after her when she leaves, and they—walk.
a while.
kitty has gone, by the time that she returns. she bypasses her husband entirely, ushering hardie ahead of her and going to sit before her mirror and undo her hair without greeting him. )
a while.
kitty has gone, by the time that she returns. she bypasses her husband entirely, ushering hardie ahead of her and going to sit before her mirror and undo her hair without greeting him. )
( kitty helped him clean up, and the bed's sheets are turned down, the nug asleep on the foot, if severely disappointed in the lack of dog to sleep on. he sits at his smaller desk, dressed for bed, hair undressed around his shoulders, and says- )
I almost called the Duc. I thought you went to Hightown.
( in orlesian. )
I almost called the Duc. I thought you went to Hightown.
( in orlesian. )
"Ride the sword's edge between sedition and discretion," he remarks, wry.
"What would you think fitting, for a punishment?" He gestures lazily to indicate, perhaps, two sides of a scale. "Something that preserves his authority among the rest, yet still allows for the weight of his choices magnified by his position."
"What would you think fitting, for a punishment?" He gestures lazily to indicate, perhaps, two sides of a scale. "Something that preserves his authority among the rest, yet still allows for the weight of his choices magnified by his position."
She quirks a brow. "You're not my type." A pause. "Wait, sedition's a different word..."
But, seriously. "I'd give him less access to information unless it would keep him from doing his job. And, yeah, less of a say in things. Not none, but less. Wouldn't make it public unless he did himself. Not sure how long."
But, seriously. "I'd give him less access to information unless it would keep him from doing his job. And, yeah, less of a say in things. Not none, but less. Wouldn't make it public unless he did himself. Not sure how long."
No weapons. ( he says, near instantly. ) Nothing that could fall into the hands of the enemy and be turned against us.
( that's easy.
he puts the book on his desk, and opens it. it is the entirety of cosima's notes- mostly on the illness, but he'd gathered up everything she'd written while with research, and put it between the pages of the book. some of it isn't even hers, the legacy of the other rifter she'd spoken to about things beyond thranduil's knowledge, but there's a great many pages on germ theory, at least. )
Ways to produce more food. To heal the ill. To make improvements to our ships and our transport. These are what would help us.
( that's easy.
he puts the book on his desk, and opens it. it is the entirety of cosima's notes- mostly on the illness, but he'd gathered up everything she'd written while with research, and put it between the pages of the book. some of it isn't even hers, the legacy of the other rifter she'd spoken to about things beyond thranduil's knowledge, but there's a great many pages on germ theory, at least. )
Ways to produce more food. To heal the ill. To make improvements to our ships and our transport. These are what would help us.
He glances upward, a brief pleading to a god who is not there.
"He is not Research, he is Forces. He needs that information to do his duty, unless the rest of us carried the burden for a while longer. As for his vote- perhaps prevent him from breaking ties."
"He is not Research, he is Forces. He needs that information to do his duty, unless the rest of us carried the burden for a while longer. As for his vote- perhaps prevent him from breaking ties."
[ In spite of lessons learned and his own quick clarification as to where his interests lie, Tony's fixed attention on Thranduil seems like he might have an argument prepared for this first part. None comes. Thought ticks over.
His eyes flick down to the book opened between them. ]
Refrigeration, soap, and a coal-based industrial revolution. What else you got?
[ This is rhetorical, judging by the start of half-smile, and Tony puts out his hands -- may I? -- and pivots the book around enough for him to glance over. Hmm. Contemporary Earthling Woz Here. He takes one of the loose pages by the corner to pull it closer even as he adds; ]
Would you say no to defense tech? Sabotage, surveillance? 'Cause you shouldn't.
His eyes flick down to the book opened between them. ]
Refrigeration, soap, and a coal-based industrial revolution. What else you got?
[ This is rhetorical, judging by the start of half-smile, and Tony puts out his hands -- may I? -- and pivots the book around enough for him to glance over. Hmm. Contemporary Earthling Woz Here. He takes one of the loose pages by the corner to pull it closer even as he adds; ]
Would you say no to defense tech? Sabotage, surveillance? 'Cause you shouldn't.
Edited 2019-10-22 08:25 (UTC)
( he cannot help but smile as he responds in the same, )
You have been braver before.
You have been braver before.
She considers this carefully, before her expression lightens. Not quite a smile, but more collected than before. Less cold, quiet rage.
"Well," she said, "you've convinced me it's something that needs more careful thought. Like I said, I really only meant to tell you about Jones." A grateful nod in that direction. "But I hope I've convinced you... not doing something about Flint still makes us petty kings. Tyrants, whatever you wanna call it. I'll think on something to do, and if you've ideas, I'm open."
She takes a step, two, toward the door.
"And- thank you."
"Well," she said, "you've convinced me it's something that needs more careful thought. Like I said, I really only meant to tell you about Jones." A grateful nod in that direction. "But I hope I've convinced you... not doing something about Flint still makes us petty kings. Tyrants, whatever you wanna call it. I'll think on something to do, and if you've ideas, I'm open."
She takes a step, two, toward the door.
"And- thank you."
"It is not something to require much consideration," he says. "Only concern of how best to do it, and the reminder was timely."
He exhales. He would pour himself a glass, but.
"Speak to Byerly, or do not. If you bring it up, I will speak in support. If you do not, then perhaps I will."
He exhales. He would pour himself a glass, but.
"Speak to Byerly, or do not. If you bring it up, I will speak in support. If you do not, then perhaps I will."
"Congratulations on your appointment, Ambassador Fazon. And thank you for the warning. She is a dear girl."
And there are his manners, appearing as she takes her leave.
And there are his manners, appearing as she takes her leave.
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