Voice Testing Post

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Canon

A.

[You may find yourself facing large, heavy gates. Behind the bars, you can easily see the enormous, austere residence spread both tall and wide against a backdrop of a lake, stables and a small, private cemetery. The unbridled horse grazing, unhitched beside a carriage, by a liveried servant is in direct opposition to an obviously futuristic lightflier not far from it.

Even the guard that narrows to nervous attention holds both a sword and a strange, small device.]

And you are?

[The voice comes from behind.

Aral, for his part, neither looks, nor feels the part of the lord. Having taken the long way, treacherous and unmonitored paths and foothills back to the residence, he smells of sap, a chemical tinge of smoke and the exertion it took to get back. His green dress uniform had survived in all but the pressed edges, looking as if he'd intended the slight look of disarray and set jaw.

He lifts a hand, stilling the guard from comment on him, and focuses all of his attention on this newcomer.]

B.

[The Counts and Minsters poured out of the building first. The debates of the evening being traded in words so sharp that they might as well have been blows. Aral followed much more sedately, having taken a bit of time to brief his intelligence officer and leave orders for the evening.

It's by chance he stumbled across a stranger, enough out of place to inspire both caution and curiosity in equal measures.]

You seem lost.

Mask or Menace

C.

[It helped to liken the city to a space station. It had the bustle of a large hub.. the rowdy clash and wild fusion of fashions and cultures that defied any easy identification of a trend or perhaps some anthropological hint as to the people - and species... intelligent and alien, the very thought sent his mind into fits of fantasy and planning at once. It was like water, as far as he could tell. Formless, impossible to grip, but could fill the air around you and sweep one far away should he let it. There were colors and layers fitting the ghem Cetagandan... lack of modesty known to the Betans... the maliable gathering of anything adorned by a Jacksonian mindset...

And yet, nothing that fit anything else.

There was only one way to begin. Diplomatically.]

Might I ask a question?

OTHER

[Pick your poison, or let me know and I'll cater a starter to you.]

Comments

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Quite so.

May I ask where your own world is, in regard to space exploration?

[While he could hazard a guess, it didn't mean that there wasn't some wild, new explanation. By god this dimension was maddening and intriguing for its unpredictability.]

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[ Her hand stays atop his, her free hand bringing out her file again. ]

That's listed here too, isn't it?

[rathercommon]

Nowhere near that. We've barely even broken leaving the atmosphere.

[ Sidestepping his questions - ]

Anyway. How does your navy work, then? Is it a space navy?

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Outside of an honorary relic, almost entirely, yes.

[The bare minimum of an answer without going monosyllabic.]

[dendarii]

[ He's well and truly cocooned now, the soft casts keeping his whole upper body immobilized. But temporary, he reminds himself; a few more sessions (at most) and he'll have no trace of the incident on his body.

(He would have appreciated the wine very desperately, but Aral would have had to tip it into his mouth. He'd rather keep his pride in that case.)

When Aral returns, Miles looks up at him - winces, gently, seeing that drawn face. Knows it very keenly, can make a very good estimate of how much pain his father must be in right now. At least the sharpest pains are dulled, even though Aral is likely not getting the pleasantly warm after effects of the healing. ]

It's better this way. [ He says with the voice of experience. ] Bones are tricky enough to heal even when they're not as fragile as mine. Better to do it in two sessions than heal it wrong.

[dendarii]

[ He expected nothing less of his mother, of course, but the sense of relief back from Miles is palpable. He is afraid on a terribly deep level of his parents looking at him and finding him wanting. Not the son they had wanted to raise ... ]

Yes, Mother. That's the link.

[keep_nothing]

[ Her breath catches as his relief washes over her like a wave, and her reaction is instant: she releases one of his hands (carefully, carefully) so that she can cup his face, her motherly instinct to protect kicking in at that vague, deeply rooted pain of rejection. ]

Never, my boy ...

[ She's not even quite sure what's she's saying, what she's responding to here, she just needs to reassure him, to ease that deep fear. ]

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I'll admit I was satisfied to see the practicality of setting it. At least not all of reality has been sublimated by the arcane.

[Aral was a flexible man. By Vor standards, he was practically a contortionist. But this complete upending of the rules.. he'd had no time to even recognize his resentment, much less sooth it.

He takes a seat again, chair turned in (finally) a more familiar manner, studying his son.

There's a temptation - perhaps a cowardly one - to wait until Miles asked. But they were already operating on the spirit of his word, rather than the letter. It had taken on a whole far past half an hour.

He lets out a breath. There's no eagerness in him and the regret is mild, but present.]

You'll forgive me if this is clumsy. I have not the first bloody idea of what I'm doing.

[dendarii]

[ Ah. He chokes up again, bowing his head. He hadn't meant to trot that one out in the open - though with the newness of this link, it likely all mixes together. Trying to follow the roots of that particular issue would take her very, very deeply into Miles' psyche. ]

I - I know. [ A sharp breath. ] -- You never did, neither you or Da. Don't - don't ever think that.

[ But he's still scared now. ]

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The same, I'd assume.

[keep_nothing]

Some place called De Chima, #7?

[dendarii]

[ Miles had been gearing up to ask, in fact, but had held back for the moment, hoping not to be held to the fullest spirit of his father's word - to bear the injury until Miles had been healed in full. This is a compromise he can accept. And Aral offering first, however, clumsily, is a balm.

He relaxes by increments, feeling along the link from his side to see what he can do. Pulling it back is something he'd never tried; Gregor was smooth enough, taking it, and had found it to be as simple as redirecting a flow. It figures that Aral presents a different problem. If Gregor is water, then Aral seems as rigid as stone - both different from Miles' blazing flames.

Slowly, carefully, he tries to pull that pain back to himself. Envisions it like redirecting a column of flame back towards himself, tugging at it over a great distance. ]

Neither do I. [ He admits it readily enough. ] Just - relax, if you can. Maybe I can force it.

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[ It is all swirling about, her own fears and panic rising to the surface in response to his, as fresh as she felt them only a day or two ago—Put him back in the vat for about eighteen years, I can’t handle this—but here in front of her is twenty years, the result of all the doctors' work. Her living, breathing son. A well of joy overtakes her panic, causing her eyes to pool again. Damn it, she was trying hard not to be the weepy mother here. ]

[dendarii]

[ Well it's too much for Miles, absolutely. He has to close his eyes for a moment, letting himself be flooded by it - that someone could feel joy and pride in accomplishment in him, just as he is, with no knowledge of anything else he's done - straight down the cold bottomless well of self-worth issues in his soul, but oh so sweet to feel in the moment. Unable to lift a hand to hide his face, he leans lightly against her shoulder again. ]

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[ She wraps both arms around him then, finally, carefully, like she's been wanting to do since she realized this is her Miles. She bows her head over him, her hair curtaining around both of their faces. She suddenly realizes something with a laugh, breath puffing against Miles' hair, her voice shaking with it and with all of their shared emotions behind it. ]

If you call him Da, I hope that means you call me Ma. "Mother" just sounds so terribly formal.

[dendarii]

[ That's a release right there, a way to sort of vent the mess in his head. Focus on this one small thing and laugh instead. ]

It just never took. I don't know why. Perhaps you are just more formidable than he is.

[ Utterly wry and fond. Miles' relationship with his mother is no less close for using a more formal term. ]

[keep_nothing]

Oh dear, was I a strict mother?

[dendarii]

Goodness, no. At least - not the way you're picturing, I think?

[ Something is setting inside him as he converses casually like this. It feels natural. ]

You were very firm, but very Betan too.

[keep_nothing]

[ Another laugh, pulling back from leaning over him, her hair briefly trailing over his face. Her own mind is starting to ease, the companionable conversation helping too, as well as Miles' casual words. She can't quite find it in herself to let go of him though, her arms still loose and gentle on his casts. ]

I bet that was a learning curve for your father then as well.

[dendarii]

[ That's okay by him. It's nice, being held by his mother. ]

Oh, for sure. I remember his reaction to you walking Gregor through a presentation on safe sex. You had slides ...

[keep_nothing]

[ She blinks in honest confusion. ]

Barrayar doesn't have its own presentation? Oh, but I guess it would go against those Rules ...

[dendarii]

[ Miles returns the exact expression, blink for blink. ]

Rules? What Rules?

[keep_nothing]

Oh, I had tried to write down all the unspoken rules about the double standard of sexual behavior in Barrayar once. I got to about forty of them, but I gave up when I realized every single rule had a different variant depending on the present company, sometimes several variants.

[ She says it so casually that someone who might have been half listening to them wouldn't pick up on the actual subject; she could have been commenting on the weather for all they knew. ]

[dendarii]

[ Oh god. He shouldn't have even touched on the subject of sex, however obliquely. Clearly he's gotten more than he bargained for. ]

Mother! Really --

[keep_nothing]

[ She laughs, her amusement at his reaction apparent even if they didn't have the link. ]

That can't have been the first time you've heard that! Clearly I didn't raise you as Betan enough.