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arnulfas-legacy: Aggressive Negotiations
“We do, it… helps, on multiple fronts,” Genesis said. Especially for himself, keeping him centered from the emotions that even his master hadn’t quite been able to tame. His eternal struggle, to fall in line with his training. He’d done well enough to be knighted, at least…
He shook himself out of his ruminations, folding himself onto the grass opposite her as he considered her question. “I suppose it depends on what you mean. Do you mean the inability to let an emotion go despite meditation, or something more like just being too wound up in the moment and not even having the chance?”
“The second.” she clarified, selecting a few bits from the tray and snacking as she watched him still, watched how he moved, how he didn’t, then turned her gaze away to the greenish tinged sky.
Meditation was not something she did... she didn’t see how sitting still and silencing her mind was going to help anything. The very thought of trying to be still and control emotions sounded exhausting and while she was far from lazy... she tried to steer clear of exhausting activities.
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arnulfas-legacy: Aggressive Negotiations
“You would be correct,” Genesis said, regarding the meaning of his name. It was an… interesting choice, but it was his and that, he supposed, was what mattered.
He inclined his head at the offer, blue eyes sweeping the garden. Peaceful and beautiful, at that. And, perhaps, he might benefit from the unexpected but not unwelcome company.
“I would be happy to join you for a time,” he said, coming over. “Such an environment might be exactly what I need.”
“Your kind meditate often, I believe?” she asked, folding her legs under her again, “What do you do if you find yourself in a situation in which you can’t find peace?”
She reached to a nearby tray of fruits and nuts and moved it over, setting it between them in a silent offer to share it with him and watched him, curious, patient.
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arnulfas-legacy: Aggressive Negotiations
“Fricka… a pleasure,” Genesis said, bowing. He made note of the little flicker of pain, but no comment; it was clearly under control, and he doubted she’d appreciate the mention, even if he had enough training as a healer to perk up a bit at it with want to help. Really, right after such a long trip was not the time…
“I’m Genesis, as I imagine you well know,” he said; as the diplomat on call, his identity was no secret. “And I certainly have no intention of making the situation unsavory. I’d much rather an ally than an enemy.”
She wasn’t so sure about ally, but it was better than an enemy; after all, with the way her contracts often worked out, she could very well be hunting him down a month from now and it was easier to off someone you weren’t particularly attached to, in any way.
“Genesis.” she repeated, his name having been quickly lost on her at the beginning, more important things in the forefront of her mind. “A beginning, I believe.”
A pause as she looked around the garden, then awkwardly gestured to where she’d been sitting, “Will you join me? It’s peaceful out here, at least.”
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arnulfas-legacy: Aggressive Negotiations
Indeed, what Jedi didn’t? Genesis knew the answer, just as surely as he knew it was infinitely wiser to take the fall than admit the truth. He smiled easily, shrugging. “One coming off a very long trip here and a very long day, I imagine. Fortunate that I’d run into you as opposed to some, perhaps?”
Not the most diplomatic way of putting things, in regards to his hosts, but he suspected the mercenary would understand. “But I haven’t walked myself into an ‘unsavory situation’ … have I?”
Smiling wide, teeth baring, she shifted, slowly straightening with her back to the wall, leaning on it once she was upright, “Not unless you make it unsavory.”
Her energy flickered with pain signatures for a split second as she pushed off the wall and sauntered over to him, extending her left hand. Her eyes studied his face intently, memorizing it, filing it away, curious but not too curious.
“Some of your kind have made situations unsavory... I’d rather that not the case this time, not here.” she stated. “I’m Fricka.”
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Aggressive Negotiations
As soon as he was released, Genesis went back to his room with full intention to meditate some of the static out of his head and pave the way for useful, focused consideration. But that was, apparently, not to be. Something was in the way, he couldn’t settle, couldn’t focus, and he wasn’t sure what to do but possibly try a change of environment.
He swung by the kitchens to get a snack - nothing too heavy before he sank to meditation - and set to roaming. He noticed far too late that he had stumbled upon a part of the gardens that already had someone present and paused with a quick, reflexive smile and tilt of his head. “My apologies, I wasn’t paying attention.”
He turned to take another exit out.
Fricka’s eyes cracked open at the intrusion, watching veiled under her lashes, before shifting as he spoke and opening them the rest of the way, fixing him with a mildly curious and toying look.
“What kind of Jedi doesn’t pay attention?” she asked, resting chin on propped up knee, “Seems an easy way to get one’s self into all sorts of unsavory situations.”
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Genesis’ brows rose at the way things unfolded. Not the bickering, no, that was no surprise - how often did he deal with that? it was par for the course and barely worth mention - but that the bounty-hunter-turned-guard was the one to speak up. She must have been very done with all this. He idly wondered if the credits were worth it, or if it was merely a matter of pride in seeing the job through.
Regardless, her words made him hum thoughtfully, inclining his head a moment as he considered the group before him. “My friends, may I assume what she speaks is true, then? Honorable N’wk, exalted Chancellor, you must understand that sometimes compromises must be made for progress.”
He placed his hands together, gloved fingertips pressing lightly, and looked at them earnestly. “I know, no one wants to give ground. No one ever wants to give ground. But is not something better than nothing?“
He watched them, seeing discomfort, distrust, and disgruntlement. This would not be an easy task. But then, that’s why they’d sent him. He smiled. “Let us begin negotiations, shall we?”
The negotiations were not going well even with the Master Jedi, and Fricka paced the shadows behind all of them, simmering with irritation, waiting for one party to throw in the towel for the day and not caring which side did first.
Finally, after four hours of bickering, the Chancellor called and end to the day and they were all released, much to the relief of the uninvolved parties. A serving girl escorted the Master Jedi to his quarters and Fricka tailed her own charge until she was also released for the time being, free to escape and eat and rest.
The kitchen fixed her a light plate of native fruits and meats, which she took out to one of the gardens and settled against a wall, more exhausted from the day of listening than a day of fighting could ever make her. With any luck, she would be undisturbed.
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How do they like to unwind after a long day?
Usually a long soak in the bath or sauna, followed by some quality time with her man. Nothing relaxes and puts her to sleep faster than quality ‘cuddling’.
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Muse Development Questions
Does sleep come easy to them or no? What does their bedtime routine look like?
If they could only have one food for the rest of their life, what would it be?
What would the bring with them to pass the time on a long flight?
Do they play an instrument? If not, have the ever wanted to learn?
What movies are the most nostalgic for them?
Do they know how to cook? If so, what’s their favorite thing to make?
Sweet or savory?
How do they like to unwind after a long day?
What is their relationship with their extended family like? Are they the kind of person who’s very close to aunts, uncles, and cousins? Or are they the kind of person who barely remembers they exist?
If they had to pick to one song to listen to for ten hours straight, what would it be?
What is their morning routine like? Are they a morning person or no?
What is their pain threshold like? Will a stubbed toe take them down, or does it take something much more drastic?
Are they a binge watcher or do they prefer to stretch shows out? What kind of shows do they like? Are there any that they rewatch with any kind of frequency?
Do they have read receipts on?
If they had to sell their soul to save one person, who would it be and why?
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Genesis stepped forward as he was announced, already trying to get a feel for the room. He’d read the mission brief in its entirety twice, and done a little cultural research on the flight in. Whether or not it would be a simple matter, it would be nice to have a switch up from being directly on the warfront.
Which was not to say he didn’t like combat a little too much for a Jedi, but he liked variety. And this looked to be interesting, if nothing else, just from how thick the tension in the room was.
His presence did nothing to relieve it, and he got the distinct feeling that calling in a Jedi had been a last ditch effort for more than one reason. But no matter. He was a trained diplomat, and a trained warrior. One way or another, things would settle.
He offered a small, polite smile, bowing slightly to the assorted representatives before moving to the chair he’d been pointed at. “I’ve read the information you’ve sent me, but perhaps there may be benefit in a more detailed briefing on both sides?”
Almost instantly both sides erupted into accusations and bickering, decorum having been thrown out the window the day before; behind them, their aides looked at each other nervously, each wondering if they should step in but neither brave enough to do so.
“Silence!”
Fricka took the initiative (mostly out of annoyance) and stepped forward, slamming the hilt of her sword on the conference table, bringing about immediate peace, the sound still echoing around the room.
Straightening, she skewered the two parties with a look before turning her gaze to the Jedi.
“The long and short of it, Master Jedi, is that the honorable N’wk’s terms are too far reaching. Honorable N’wk, “ here her tone was laced with heavy sarcasm “wishes to own outright the land they wish to mine, therefore keeping any profits from returning to the people and government of Umla-3. Obviously you may see where this is an issue, however the most exalted chancellor of Umla-3 wishes for the mines to be manned by their own people and wishes to receive no less than 75% of profits made.”
A huff of impending outrage sounded at the far end of the table and Fricka quelled it with a thunderous glare before stepping back into the shadows along the wall, folding her arms. She’d done more than required of her and then some.
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Soft Sunday meme
Favorite way to receive affection?
Favorite way to give affection?
Non-sexual thing that always makes the muse melt?
Places they don’t like being touched non-sexually?
Do they like giving nicknames to their significant other?
Do they like being called a nickname?
What’s something their significant other can do to make them feel safe?
What’s the best way to calm down your muse when they’re angry?
Little things your muse does to show their significant other they care?
PDA that’s a definite ‘no’?
Does your muse want to have kids? If so, how many and what’s the reasoning behind the number?
Are they loud and proud about their relationships, or do they keep it private?
Do they workout or put on makeup for their significant other?
Do dirty jokes go over their head, or are they the one making the dirty jokes?
Do they find a need to be in a relationship, or do they have a ‘if it happens it happens’ feeling?
What food or drink can be given to them to show that their partner really cares?
Is your muse good with kids? What ages?
Would your muse be the one doing most of the cooking or not?
Is your muse good at housework?
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Aggressive Negotiations
Guard assignments were the worst, but they unfortunately tended to pay the best especially when the one being guarded was high ranking, in this case, the president of a multi-world mining group.
Cold and hard-headed, N’wk made many enemies over the years and rarely left the protection of his home-world headquarters, however surveys had shown that Umla-3 had an untapped bounty of minerals waiting to be exploited. He’d sent several negotiators to their government but had made little headway; they wanted to speak to him, in person.
That was where she’d come in, hired for an exorbitant amount; she’d argued that she didn’t do guard assignments as a rule and he’d argued that the best defense against assassins....was another assassin. Finding his logic and amount sound, she’d accepted.
Negotiations were not going well. They’d been there a week with no compromised reached and civility was becoming strained to the point that a Jedi had been called in to help things along and prevent a war from breaking out.
Fricka glanced at the sun; he was due any moment. She wasn’t happy with it as she’d tangled with the Jedi before, both good and bad occasions, but she was nothing but a guard in this case... she had no say.
The meeting room was filled with a tense silence and she was the only one moving, slowly pacing back and forth along the window behind her client, heavy boots silent on the smooth flooring, only pausing when the door hissed open and a lackey stepped in to announce the Jedi.
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Genesis nodded, following the reasoning. “I see… alright, then. Good to know.”
He made a startled sound when he was quickly kissed - and then she was off, dancing away from him, laughing and beaming and goddess bless, he was a lucky man.
He smiled teasingly, following at a leisurely pace. “Putting me to work, are we then? Fair enough. What first?”
She hummed, slowing to fall in next to him, fingers curling around his hand, “Well... I suppose that depends on what you feel up to doing. Do you want to pick for a while? I don’t want to wear you out quickly.”
After all, she hoped to keep him there all day; she wanted to dance with him at the festival later that night, and show him all their constellations....perhaps take a dip in the lake. She gazed at him for a moment, smiling softly before looking away.
Harvest
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“Convince you to stay?” Genesis repeated, somewhere between incredulous and amused. “What, my fabulous company and time to laze in bed with me isn’t enough? You wound me, darling.”
He was so very relieved to hear the pain had lessened, at least, even if the shadows of it would linger for a while by default. He touched her shoulder delicately, watching her. “…seriously, though. Give yourself some time, if only to get over the phantom pains as your body adjusts, hmm?”
He could argue the rest when they got there.
“You’re not that....fabulous.” she said dryly, laying back to catch her breath after the coughing fit. “Yes yes... you’re .....as bad as Dolph.”
She caught his hand and tugged, pulling him onto the feather bed, looking for the promised lazing and potential cuddling, seeking his warmth in substitution for what her own was lacking at the moment.
Sick Happens
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What Tragic Greek Character Are You?
Pentheus
You are Pentheus from The Bacchae by Euripides, and you hold yourself so tightly wound together and so perfectly in place that even the slightest push will make you shatter. You are determined, you are headstrong, and you are addicted to pushing yourself to your farthest limits just to see when you'll snap. You find comfort in tradition, order, and authority, because that's where you are allowed to be blind to the darkness inside you. Once in a while, give into the temptation and the chaos you keep denying yourself. It's the only way to not be afraid anymore.
Tagging: @multifandommuseroulette (Genesis, Lazard), @marie-dufresne
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