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hadriel_logs2017-01-05 01:40 pm
mismanagement) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-01-05 01:40 pm
Entry tags:
the bigger the river
Who: Henry Percy and Maketh Tua
What: Dealing with hangovers and talking politics.
Where: Apartments
When: Morning after this
Warnings: Talking about fantasy politics, war, and genocide.
Maketh prides herself on a certain amount of resolve. Not necessarily just when it comes to drinking, but also with living her life. She endures. She commits to her choices and suffers whatever outcome they demand. It's the Imperial way. And in the Empire's absence, it's remained her way.
Normally, her way doesn't involve acknowledging hangovers. It's something that happens to other people and certainly not to her. Maketh Tua was known in the Academy as the cadet who was never late for morning muster, regardless of how much she had drunk or what she had done in the predawn hours. Indulgences can never interfere with one's duty. It's a rule. Thus, hangovers don't happen to her. She gets headaches, but those are firmly ignored. They're not useful.
She's hung-over today, hair down over her face and her hand clapped tight over her mouth. She got in a damn bar fight. With witnesses. Ashoka had called Henry to fetch her before she could beat Hux senseless. It's quite possible she was crying then or sometime afterwards. Maketh woke up with red eyes and a wet pillow.
How utterly unprofessional.
Maketh rubs her eyes hard enough to see fireworks blooming in her skull, and attempts to consume enough coffee to feel like a person again.
"I didn't hurt him," she murmurs. "I only gave him a black-eye."
What: Dealing with hangovers and talking politics.
Where: Apartments
When: Morning after this
Warnings: Talking about fantasy politics, war, and genocide.
Maketh prides herself on a certain amount of resolve. Not necessarily just when it comes to drinking, but also with living her life. She endures. She commits to her choices and suffers whatever outcome they demand. It's the Imperial way. And in the Empire's absence, it's remained her way.
Normally, her way doesn't involve acknowledging hangovers. It's something that happens to other people and certainly not to her. Maketh Tua was known in the Academy as the cadet who was never late for morning muster, regardless of how much she had drunk or what she had done in the predawn hours. Indulgences can never interfere with one's duty. It's a rule. Thus, hangovers don't happen to her. She gets headaches, but those are firmly ignored. They're not useful.
She's hung-over today, hair down over her face and her hand clapped tight over her mouth. She got in a damn bar fight. With witnesses. Ashoka had called Henry to fetch her before she could beat Hux senseless. It's quite possible she was crying then or sometime afterwards. Maketh woke up with red eyes and a wet pillow.
How utterly unprofessional.
Maketh rubs her eyes hard enough to see fireworks blooming in her skull, and attempts to consume enough coffee to feel like a person again.
"I didn't hurt him," she murmurs. "I only gave him a black-eye."