Antimersia wrote:Luminesa wrote:House Mahajan - Losing Games
Daana had remained with the rest of the Mahajan camp, doing his best to keep Gregor's soldiers from getting involved in the pandemonium which was slowly unfolding. The men were restless, if only because they could tell that the larger Houses were about to explode. Not all men within Mahajan's camp thought with the best of intentions, and many were opportunistic as their generals, but with far less grace. If Cynis and Vai attacked each other, some of the men whispered, they could always seize what they could from among the larger Houses. But even hearty and hale Daana could read their base intentions in their eyes, and as he stood guard for some time, he would shoot looks toward anyone who whispered of any nefarious intent. He even marched toward one soldier, and his words zipped through the man's brain and down his spine.
"We are not going to act like animals. The Lady Vai was badly hurt by scoundrels."
"And...why not take from Cynis then and leave them in the snow?" the soldier, who was another Lieutenant, questioned.
"Because it will solve nothing. We're at war with the Bull, for gods sake, not with our own army! We're at the enemy's gates and here we are about to kill each other! You will get your little group over there to behave, and if they act out of line and approach our allies' camps without our commands, I will personally cut-off their hands and you can let them know that now."
The terrified Lieutenant nodded, and rushed away before the usually-cheery general could see the sweat pouring off his body. At that moment, Captain Lang returned with a pipe between his own lips. Daana turned to him and frowned. "You didn't steal that from Gregor, did you, Lang?"
"If I was feeling a little more rested and sexy, maybe I would. Right now I need a drink."
"You and I both."
Lang looked over his shoulder at the Vai and Cynis parties, glancing another way for a moment as Shan Yui walked back to give orders to Ledaal not to engage with their bickering. "Not gonna lie, if Gregor went ahead and just burned some of them and we marched on without some of these idiots, I wouldn't cry for them."
"For once, Gregor wants unity. Not to mention he is furious that one of his students was egregiously harmed."
Lang withdrew his pipe and blew into the cool air. "...Actual pigs."
"Mhm. But unfortunately we can't solve their problem. And Gregor...Gregor is already angry enough, I'm surprised the entire camp isn't on fire."
"I give it a day or two."
Gregor did eventually return, but only to give orders for healing supplies and food to continue going around. Daana sat to continue the game with Medi, whom he could tell had grown much more somber due to the circumstances of battle. He hated to see the spark dying in a cheeky man's eyes, and so he grinned at him even if Medi could not see his smirk. "You're a good kid, you know that? You give Gregor something to think about beside his desire to burn the world and another packet of tobacco or whatever the hell he puffs these days."
"The scent of money and being eternally single?" Lang joked as he walked past, which allowed for Daana to swing the blunt end of his sword out and to almost trip him. As the Captain hopped out the way he gave a loud cackle, and the General shook his head before meeting his eyes. Lang was to continue to keep an eye on the Mahajan men and to communicate with Ledaal if anything changed.
Turning back to Medi, the bald General continued to smirk. "You're kicking my butt at this game, I hope you know that. You've got a good feel for the pieces, and ah...I'm properly stuck. If I hadn't had to rush to go make sure our men didn't get too feisty I would have lost sooner too." He paused as he reviewed his moves, tapping his chin and smiling. He then looked back to the blind bandit. "You think much to ladies and to any sort of fun? You're a good lad, and you've got your sweet ghost-friend, though sometimes I wonder if she has to make sure you behave around the girls too. The gods know we've all got a friend like that." He winked toward Azraelia, knowing that she was most likely also exhausted from trying to keep his spirits up, and he was not going to make her have to handle caring for Medi's morale alone.
Medi and Azraelia
Medi forced out a smile, hearing Daana’s words. He could tell that the general was trying to lift his spirits. And he’d be lying if he said that is wasn’t working a little. But as he moved his pieces on his turn, entering the end game of the match, he still couldn’t help but feel hopeless. He looked up at his opponent, maintaining his forced smile to show him and Azraelia that their efforts are not made in vain. But, what he says betrays his face.
“Win or lose, this is just a game. I’m completely useless in a real fight right now. I’d end up opening my wound again and bleeding out on the battlefield. In fact the only reason I haven’t turned back, even with Azraelia’s requests too, is because I made a promise I’d fight. I helped defend that city and took a blade in the shoulder for it. But, Gregor’s men pulled me and Azraelia out of that ship wreck. So I still haven’t repaid that debt. And here I am, wounded and unable to fight. Getting more and more treatment and bandages. I’m racking that debt up higher and higher and I doubt I’ll be able to ever pay it back in kind. It’s…. hard not to feel helpless.” Medi explains. He moves one final piece, a bishop to pin his king into the corner of the board. “Checkmate.” He thought on Daana’s other comments, about girls. Medi was always one to mess around with whatever woman seemed interesting. Being tied down was never interesting for him. Wanting to travel the world made extended attachments disadvantageous. In Fact, his travels so far with Azraelia have been by far the most time he’s ever spent with a woman who was not his family.
“Don’t talk like that!” Azraelia demanded. “This is a war! People get injured. Be happy you’re alive and protected others. Don’t be sad that you can’t do it again. And who knows when we will march again! You might be healed before Zara is! I hardly believe we would march without her leading it.”
“Assuming she does recover. Have you heard any news on that front Daana? Beyond the fact that without her cracking the whip people are starting to get restless.” Medi asked, trying to take his focus and aim it somewhere constructive.
Daana - Matters of the Heart
Medi's morale was low, much lower than Daana had originally realized. He had seemed frustrated, but not hopeless as he was now. Now he was talking about having no use, about being unable to play a part in the battle. Daana understood, and he simply smirked as the younger man tipped his king and won the match. "Eyyyy look at that. You're much better than me. I keep trying to play it with Gregor, but he's a hard man to play. Mostly because he doesn't have the time, but you ought to give him a game one day. He'll make a much better challenge than I will." He winked at Medi, and then thought over his words.
"You know, being completely honest with you, Medi, you're hardly the only person struggling with this war. And with this wretched attack by Cynis on Vai, our men are starting to talk and Ledaal's men are no doubt giving Shan Yui a hard time. But we keep going because of what's behind us. My wife and children, Shan Yui fights for Lord Eugeni, Lang fights for whatever man he's currently fancying, and you fight for this lady here." He nodded to Azraelia before he turned back to Medi.
"But never call yourself useless. You don't have to take-up a sword and face every fight, our medics don't do that and neither has Azraelia. But your being here, your cheer and your sense of humor, they are quite handy. And you're a sharp mind. Your input into our strategies, your quick hands with weapons, all of that can be put to work somewhere, somehow. Mahajan might be as wicked as any other clan, but one thing we're not is boring. And we'll keep you busy. Your mind doesn't need to be where mine and Gregor's have to be, which is on the...entire operation. You just continue being you." He paused as he picked-up the chess pieces and looked back down at the board. "And if you do bleed, Lord Eugeni sent a generous amount of medicine and we'll be getting more soon." His smile turned back up to Medi, twinkling with his indomitable fire.
Thinking about Lady Zara, however, continued to make him nervous. Captain Lang and Lieutenant Navid continued to work among their ranks, along with other Mahajan soldiers, and he turned to look from them to the rest of the camp before answering. "I haven't been over to check on Lady Zara. I certainly would not disturb her without permission from Gregor...or I suppose her uncle. I'm not her immediate family in any sense of the term, but from what I understand, she's a tough young woman and she should make a full recovery. Provided those pigs didn't decide to cause her too much physical damage..."
"There's definitely someone going to be executed." Captain Lang walked over and sat with the group, now bringing cups of tea for everyone. He did look at Azraelia with some confusion, but he still held a fourth cup. "Ghosts should be allowed to spill the tea with the rest of us. And thanks by the way, General Daana, for outing me." He rolled his eyes as he grinned over to the general.
"Ah what, were you keeping it a secret?!"
"No, but I like to keep the suspense going. Anyway, Lady Zara's the topic, hm?" Lang became slightly more serious as he looked at Medi. "Well, Vai and Cynis are going to have a bunch of legal crap to go through, and somewhere in the middle of it we're going to keep fighting this war. Gregor is going to meet with Lord Breton, and if they don't get in bed together or kill each other, or both, we should be able to finish the siege of this castle."
Daana almost spit his tea and stared at him. "Only you could turn an international incident into something out of a back-shelf smut novel!"
"I've only read so many of them," Lang added sardonically, "but you know, for some people, executions can be very hot."
"Oh go to Hell with you," Daana murmured, as he suppressed a laugh and stood. He then looked down at him and at Medi. "Behave, I'm going to go talk to Gregor and check around the camp."
"I'm always only on my best behavior, General," the Captain answered with a salute. When he walked away, his face turned much more serious as he looked back to Medi and Azraelia. "Right, so, these men are barbarians, and I don't know what they're planning. But if they ever hurt the two of you I'm cutting heads off and I'll start a civil war myself. I honestly wish Gregor would just burn someone alive already and get it over with, but that's not how diplomacy works."
He kept his voice down, before he took Medi's hand in his. "But he does need you. You're a bright light in this hellhole. I almost wish Lord Eugeni had come with us, but I understand why he didn't. But you keep being yourself, just like Daana said. And protect her at all costs. These animals and sons of bar-whores don't know how to treat women." He gave Azraelia a knowing look, one laced with a much colder fire than Daana's. "If they do start to decide killing each other, stay close to me or Navid and we will get you away from the danger. You're ours now, we're going to make sure you live whether you like it or not."