Quicklog: Murrue and Cagalli
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joiedecombatMurrue took, all things considered, a little longer to request this meeting than was strictly necessary. She's been in Golden Hall long enough by now to have more or less gotten her bearings - or at least made a good start on it. It's all been a little bemusing, and, truth be told, there are some questions she's still not quite sure she wants the answers to just yet.
On the other hand, it's not as though she's been accomplishing much by delaying matters. Having taken a bit of extra time to assimilate at least means that when she finally does show up to meet with the Priestess of Phoenix, she does it with the self-assurance befitting a grown woman and a (former, less-than-ideal) officer of the military, and manages not to look at all sheepish as she's escorted to the audience room. Let's see how long she keeps it up.
The audience chamber for private, planned meetings is much smaller and more private than the public one. There's no lines to wait through, but the time frame is more limited, mainly meaning it's more difficult to get an appointment. But Cagalli demands her Acolytes give her at least two or three private meetings a day, because there are certain people who will not wait in line and they deserve to be heard too. Even if they probably have to wait in line to avoid waiting in line. Ironic, huh?
Sitting on the far wall of the chamber, in front of a fireplace, the Priestess has had lunch brought in to the room for her and her guest, the laid out on trays. Along with some different sauces to pour onto the strips of meat and other. Of course the one that Cagalli has just finishes scarfing is one with a good amount of chili sauce poured on it. The Priestess of Phoenix likes her food hot. Certainly seems appropriate.
As the Acolyte leading the way to the audience chamber opens the door and lets the guest in, the Priestess glances towards the door, though what she sees at the door she does not see with her own physical eyes. The Rune of Sowilo has robbed her of physical sight (most the time), causing her eyes to look glazed over and pupilless, but there is still a point in looking, because of Sowilo's spiritual sight. ...But even with the spirit sight she still has to peer for a moment, as the spirit-form at the door is vaguly... familiar...
Bless Edea for the forewarning; without it, the sight of Cagalli's blind, pupilless eyes might have been more than a little dismaying. As it is, Murrue came forewarned enough that she can pause a little inside the room, clasping her hands half-consciously behind her, and smile in a way that's audible in her voice when she says, lightly, "Hello, Cagalli. It's been a while, hasn't it?"
... Yes, that form is familiar. "Captain Ramius?" Cagalli immediately jumps up and just stares at the spirit form, surprised at who brought her in... but then again, perhaps not. "When did you-- how long--?" And then to totally break her mood she twists her face in anger and shakes her first towards the south as she says under her breath, "... oh I'm so going to punch him when he gets back with the Aegis." ...And maybe she won't be the only one.
Murrue laughs a little in spite of herself, warm and low in her throat. Some things, it seems, just don't change. "A week or so," she says; "maybe two. I should have come before now - it's been a little..." A brief pause, while she looks for the word. "...odd," she decides presently. And then pauses again to glance curiously in the general direction of the south, and back to Cagalli. "Dare I ask who you're planning on punching?" she wonders, smiling again. "Not Kira, surely."
...Oi. Cagalli needs to keep her big mouth to herself at times. She looks surprised at the question, as if afraid she spoke outloud. "...No, not Kira. Though he's here. As well as Lacus." Now, should she answer the real question or not... She actually hesitates for a moment, lowering her first as she ponders the possibilities. ...And how to break it to her easily! Man, she knows what it's like to think someone died and then see them again. Only as far as she knows, Fllaga really did die. This isn't like the Kira incident where it just looked like he died... Hard to live while breathing space. Unless you're Batman.
Finally she just says it. "Fllaga-shousa. He's here too. Or he /was/. He stole one of the Aegis-fighters when Thunderbird attacked the Temple a while ago and hasn't come back yet."
Suddenly, Murrue is very, very still, seeing again the image that was all but burned on the insides of her eyelids during the first days after Jachin Due - the distorted silhouette of the Strike against the blinding energies of a positron cannon. "...Mwu?" Her voice sounds quite a bit smaller.
There's a distinct interval before she laughs again - a brief, helpless little hitch of escaping breath - and rubs a hand over her face. "I'm taking this all very well, aren't I?" Or she had been, until just about now. Had been carefully not wondering, even after she'd been warned about the dead turning up in the Dream, because, really, what would be the point, and what would be the odds? "How long--?"
Yeah, so the Priestess isn't the best at breaking news easily. So sue her. Cagalli moves closer and then gestures in the direction of the chairs, "You're taking it better than I would... Sit down. I'll tell you what I can." ...And it keeps her from feeling obligated to hug the woman. If it were Kira making that odd sound, she probably would hug him without question. Moving to seat herself again, she speaks while looking off into nothingness, "He showed up about a month or two ago. Wandered right into the Temple of Phoenix with... another kid from our world, Shinn Asuka?" She doesn't recognize the kid either, but he tweaks some kind of weird memory in the back of her head that she thinks she's better off forgetting. "Apparently Asuka had told him that I was the Priestess, so he wanted to make sure. ...And there he was." ...She'll leave out that she made a very valiant attempt to punch his lights out for dying on them.
Who could blame her?
--Yes, sitting down seems like a good idea. Murrue makes her way to one of the chairs and seats herself carefully, tucking her feet back under the seat, between the chair legs. "Asuka... the name doesn't sound familiar," she admits. Which is entirely beside the point. "...a month or two," she murmurs, after another brief pause. It just figures. "I'd heard that you were here, and Lacus, and Kira. That's why I asked to see you. But... well."
Not this girl, that's for sure. She ran through the hallways and bodytackled Kira when she found out he was alive. And she's done her fair share of crying over people too... Cagalli still looks apologetic that she had to break the news like that, but she understands what the woman means, "Didn't dare to hope Fllaga-shousa would show up too? ...I can sort of understand that. I've been here almost a year and a half and... Even Lacus only showed herself about a year ago." And we won't go into Athrun's short visit to the dream. That was a nightmare.
And then she says softly, "...I'm sorry. It's my fault Fllaga-shousa ran off like that..."
Didn't dare to hope... yes, that's about the size of it, and Murrue dips her head with an inarticulate little noise of acknowledgement of that particular truth.
And then smiles, only a little wistfully, and looks down at her hands in her lap. "I very much doubt that, Cagalli," she says gently. "It's just like him." Which isn't to say Murrue may not *deck* the man when he finally makes it back, but--that's for later. She's quiet again for some moments, thinking, before she risks wondering, "How long has he been gone?"
"No, I showed him the fighters that Golden Hall has been developing. I was hoping he could be one of the pilots since so few actually know how here..." Cagalli shakes her head. "He wouldn't have stolen one if I hadn't shown them to him." So it's her fault!
"...Thunderbird destroyed the Temple almost a month ago, just a week or so after I saw him first. He disappeared right after that." That's quite some time, really, but she immediately says, "I think he's okay. He was brought in as Hawk's Priest, and I think Phoenix would tell me if Hawk needed to find a new one." ...she hopes.
"I see." It's something of a lie, but it seems safer than the alternative. "And with things as they are, there's no way to track the ship he took, is there." Not really a question. As much as Murrue would *like* to start off in Mwu's last known direction - she knows better. She's gotten good at coping. "We'll just have to trust him to come back safely," she says quietly, and does her best to make it sound like it's that easy.
Not technically a lie... Phoenix might have told her if Hawk's Priest faded out depending on the situation. Of course living may be even worse, depending on where he crashed... Cagalli shakes her head, "The Aegis wasn't finished yet. They didn't have the weapon systems finished, and they only have enough power for short range. He could have gone further than he should have and then not have enough power to get back..." There's a lot of pausing, because she can't help but feel bad she hasn't done more to find him. Then again, her city has been decemated and the world has crumbled all around them. She's been distracted...
"The Acolytes might be able to do a locate spell, if they can find a personal item, but he hadn't really been here long enough to even have more than one set of clothes." And even those the Acolytes gave him. So they were robes more than clothes. And he complained, boy did he ever.
This time, the little laugh that hitches in Murrue's throat has a little more of humor in it. "It never stops, does it?" she murmurs, a question not directed at Cagalli. And, after drawing in a long breath, she lifts her shoulders in a helpless shrug. "We can only do what's within our power. ...Which reminds me that I didn't just ask for a meeting to let you know that I'm here. Actually," she's smiling again, now, a little crookedly, "before you knocked the floor out from beneath me, I was intending to volunteer my services. I've heard some things about what's been happening recently... I'm not exactly sure how I could be of help, but I thought perhaps you might have some ideas."
"...Yeah, unfortunately I don't have much really to offer." Cagalli says with a half-smirk, not trying to be modest really, or sarcastic. She actually thinks she has little to offer this place in terms of actual power or protection. She's tried hard for a year and a half, but that doesn't mean she's doing the right thing. Difficult to be sure when very few people say to her face what her own mistakes are, especially when she knows she's made some. "...And of course, sorry... Didn't mean to drop something like that on you immediately..." But better to do it now, in her opinion. And she was never one to wait til a better time, either. She's a 'get right to it' kind of girl.
"...Of course you can help. Once Fllaga-shousa gets back and helps me get the Atlas ready to fly there'll even be something for you to Captain if you still want to do that. Fllaga-shousa might outrank you, though, cause when he makes it back he's promised Knighthood." Mainly because Cagalli needed a Knight and he happened to get dropped in her lap, perfect for the position of Sky Guard Junior Knight and Admiral.
Murrue spreads her hands in a pointless, mostly unconscious gesture. "If not now," she says lightly, "when? It's all right." There's a note of warmth in her voice when she adds, "Besides... MIA is an improvement on KIA, isn't it?" She will, as she told Edea, count her blessings. However uncertain some of them are just now.
The subject of the Atlas and a potential captaincy has her sitting up a little straighter, brows lifting. "I admit," she says after a moment's pause, "I'm not sure that's what I had in mind by helping." She did, after all, only become captain of the Archangel by accident, and by her own reckoning her performance was... poor. "But I did volunteer. If it needs to be done, I'll give it my best." The comment about Mwu outranking her makes her pause, and when she says, "It'll be a hardship, but I'm sure I'll cope somehow," her voice is very bland.
Cagalli wasn't exactly aware of all the circumstances of Murrue becoming the captain. Nor that she had doubts towards the accidental taking of command. As far as she's concerned, she was a good Captain, and very fitting to reprise the roll... but the surprise causes some hesitation, "...If you'd rather have another position that's fine. We can use any number of assistance in Golden Hall. ...We've lost some very important people lately. What other areas do you think you could assist in?" ...Honestly she feels bad. She knows so little about the woman outside of the Archangel. Even afterward. "Not that I wouldn't like someone to keep Fllaga-shousa on his best behavior in the department he's going to be in." Cause she certainly couldn't do it. She's SO decking him when he makes it back.
She may have to get in line. "Honestly," Murrue says, "I'm not sure what you need. My skills are military, but in a place like this, I imagine the military is hardly what I'm used to." Then again, she hadn't really been expecting to find aircraft, even partly-developed aircraft. This is a day for revising a lot of the things she thought she knew. "I think you know more about my capabilities than I know about your needs. If you want me for your ship, I don't think I should complain about it." At least she's had some experience.
"What I need right now is Sky Guard. ...especially with the state of the world now." Cagalli was not expecting the changes that have happened to take place, and the Sky Guard was in development pretty much since she got here (because she's a tech girl and this low-tech stuff just seems like a bad idea to her). They're magic based, but close enough to tech to count. Standing up, she smiles in such a way that it touches her glazed eyes and says, "I don't think I could stop calling you Captain anyway. It may take a while to get a reliable crew, but having at least one Captain is more than I had yesterday."
Because it seems appropriate, Murrue rises to her feet as well and salutes, formally, but with a warm smile. "I am at your service. Although I hope you'll forgive me if it takes a bit of time for me to fully adjust to the situation. There's... a lot to take in." She laughs a little before admitting, "More than I'd expected when I woke up this morning." Funny how that happens.
"Believe me, I understand," Cagalli says, shaking her head a little. She went to sleep in Orb, worrying about how politics were going to go, woke up in this place with a bird Goddess talking in her head and showing her a seven thousand year history of a country the Goddess wanted her to lead out of darkness. The only response she gives to the salute is a return one, slightly different because it's Orb. She may be blind, but spiritual forms still move like physical ones, so she saw the gesture (more or less). "If you need a place to stay, there's plenty of rooms in the Palace. Or Lacus might be able to offer you a room in the Gardens."
"Edea--ah, Matron Berkano?--set me up with a cozy little closet in the Lighthouse Hostel." Murrue says it with a rueful sort of cheer. "About the size of the captain's office on the Archangel, actually. But it is my understanding that it's a temporary measure... there are other people who I'm sure need the space more. I'd be grateful for a room in the Palace if there's one to spare."
"There's a lot more rooms in here than we could use, honestly." Cagalli ponders for a moment as she wonders outloud, "It always seems to have at least one more room every time I try to look around it. I wonder if it's one of those magical enchantments they keep talking about." A powerful enchantment if it is, to always have a 'spare room' for anything and everything, no matter how full the Palace is. In fact, she's half sure that the Palace could safeguard the entire population of the city if it came down to it... especially since she knows at least once in the long history of the city that it did... of course most were under the Palace, but still. "So, yes, you have a room. I'll leave a message with the guards and the Acolytes and they'll have your room ready by tomorrow, so you don't have to burden Matron Berkano any longer than necessary."
"It's very much appreciated," says Murrue - and now, finally, she looks (and sounds) a little sheepish. "And I should probably stop taking up your time... glad as I am to see you here." It makes it easier, in a number of ways, and Murrue can appreciate what it must have been like to come to this place without any familiar faces to greet her. Counting those blessings, once again.
There's a pause, but Cagalli decides against warning Murrue about the Darkening... What are the chances that Fllaga-shousa will come back evil and possibly crazy? Not everyone has Athrun's bad luck, after all. "I look forward to speaking with you again about the Sky Guard. ...I'm glad to see you made it here." Fllaga-shousa will eat his words. He was all about 'I'll find her.' Hah. She found you when you ran off to get yourself killed again. ...dumbass.
"Thank you," Murrue says warmly. "We'll definitely talk more about the Sky Guard soon." She is, after all, going to have to find out more about what it is she's getting herself into. "Until then, take care." She starts to turn away, only to pause thoughtfully. After a moment she adds, in a determinedly cheerful tone, "As for Commander Fllaga, he had best return soon and in one piece... or I may kill him myself."
Cagalli laughs. "And if that happens I'll bring him right back so /I/ can kill him too." She can't help it. Phoenix did give her the gift of resurrection, and she can pass it on to others. What better uses for it than to get to kill someone twice for being stupid? ... okay, so that's a bit against Phoenix's intent. But Cagalli was never a token Priestess!
Murrue laughs, as well, even as she shakes her head, feeling suddenly better than she has in... at least a week or two. Maybe a lot longer. She offers another salute, this one rather more casual than before. "Good evening, Cagalli," she says--and on this cheerful note, she turns again to leave.
"Good evening, Captain Ramius," Cagalli returns the casual salute, still smiling as she does this. She isn't sure what else to call the woman besides Captain, though she is glad that woman does call her by her name instead of some title. Now she's going to have to send a note to Lacus and Kira, as they would no doubt want to hear that the Captain is present.
On the other hand, it's not as though she's been accomplishing much by delaying matters. Having taken a bit of extra time to assimilate at least means that when she finally does show up to meet with the Priestess of Phoenix, she does it with the self-assurance befitting a grown woman and a (former, less-than-ideal) officer of the military, and manages not to look at all sheepish as she's escorted to the audience room. Let's see how long she keeps it up.
The audience chamber for private, planned meetings is much smaller and more private than the public one. There's no lines to wait through, but the time frame is more limited, mainly meaning it's more difficult to get an appointment. But Cagalli demands her Acolytes give her at least two or three private meetings a day, because there are certain people who will not wait in line and they deserve to be heard too. Even if they probably have to wait in line to avoid waiting in line. Ironic, huh?
Sitting on the far wall of the chamber, in front of a fireplace, the Priestess has had lunch brought in to the room for her and her guest, the laid out on trays. Along with some different sauces to pour onto the strips of meat and other. Of course the one that Cagalli has just finishes scarfing is one with a good amount of chili sauce poured on it. The Priestess of Phoenix likes her food hot. Certainly seems appropriate.
As the Acolyte leading the way to the audience chamber opens the door and lets the guest in, the Priestess glances towards the door, though what she sees at the door she does not see with her own physical eyes. The Rune of Sowilo has robbed her of physical sight (most the time), causing her eyes to look glazed over and pupilless, but there is still a point in looking, because of Sowilo's spiritual sight. ...But even with the spirit sight she still has to peer for a moment, as the spirit-form at the door is vaguly... familiar...
Bless Edea for the forewarning; without it, the sight of Cagalli's blind, pupilless eyes might have been more than a little dismaying. As it is, Murrue came forewarned enough that she can pause a little inside the room, clasping her hands half-consciously behind her, and smile in a way that's audible in her voice when she says, lightly, "Hello, Cagalli. It's been a while, hasn't it?"
... Yes, that form is familiar. "Captain Ramius?" Cagalli immediately jumps up and just stares at the spirit form, surprised at who brought her in... but then again, perhaps not. "When did you-- how long--?" And then to totally break her mood she twists her face in anger and shakes her first towards the south as she says under her breath, "... oh I'm so going to punch him when he gets back with the Aegis." ...And maybe she won't be the only one.
Murrue laughs a little in spite of herself, warm and low in her throat. Some things, it seems, just don't change. "A week or so," she says; "maybe two. I should have come before now - it's been a little..." A brief pause, while she looks for the word. "...odd," she decides presently. And then pauses again to glance curiously in the general direction of the south, and back to Cagalli. "Dare I ask who you're planning on punching?" she wonders, smiling again. "Not Kira, surely."
...Oi. Cagalli needs to keep her big mouth to herself at times. She looks surprised at the question, as if afraid she spoke outloud. "...No, not Kira. Though he's here. As well as Lacus." Now, should she answer the real question or not... She actually hesitates for a moment, lowering her first as she ponders the possibilities. ...And how to break it to her easily! Man, she knows what it's like to think someone died and then see them again. Only as far as she knows, Fllaga really did die. This isn't like the Kira incident where it just looked like he died... Hard to live while breathing space. Unless you're Batman.
Finally she just says it. "Fllaga-shousa. He's here too. Or he /was/. He stole one of the Aegis-fighters when Thunderbird attacked the Temple a while ago and hasn't come back yet."
Suddenly, Murrue is very, very still, seeing again the image that was all but burned on the insides of her eyelids during the first days after Jachin Due - the distorted silhouette of the Strike against the blinding energies of a positron cannon. "...Mwu?" Her voice sounds quite a bit smaller.
There's a distinct interval before she laughs again - a brief, helpless little hitch of escaping breath - and rubs a hand over her face. "I'm taking this all very well, aren't I?" Or she had been, until just about now. Had been carefully not wondering, even after she'd been warned about the dead turning up in the Dream, because, really, what would be the point, and what would be the odds? "How long--?"
Yeah, so the Priestess isn't the best at breaking news easily. So sue her. Cagalli moves closer and then gestures in the direction of the chairs, "You're taking it better than I would... Sit down. I'll tell you what I can." ...And it keeps her from feeling obligated to hug the woman. If it were Kira making that odd sound, she probably would hug him without question. Moving to seat herself again, she speaks while looking off into nothingness, "He showed up about a month or two ago. Wandered right into the Temple of Phoenix with... another kid from our world, Shinn Asuka?" She doesn't recognize the kid either, but he tweaks some kind of weird memory in the back of her head that she thinks she's better off forgetting. "Apparently Asuka had told him that I was the Priestess, so he wanted to make sure. ...And there he was." ...She'll leave out that she made a very valiant attempt to punch his lights out for dying on them.
Who could blame her?
--Yes, sitting down seems like a good idea. Murrue makes her way to one of the chairs and seats herself carefully, tucking her feet back under the seat, between the chair legs. "Asuka... the name doesn't sound familiar," she admits. Which is entirely beside the point. "...a month or two," she murmurs, after another brief pause. It just figures. "I'd heard that you were here, and Lacus, and Kira. That's why I asked to see you. But... well."
Not this girl, that's for sure. She ran through the hallways and bodytackled Kira when she found out he was alive. And she's done her fair share of crying over people too... Cagalli still looks apologetic that she had to break the news like that, but she understands what the woman means, "Didn't dare to hope Fllaga-shousa would show up too? ...I can sort of understand that. I've been here almost a year and a half and... Even Lacus only showed herself about a year ago." And we won't go into Athrun's short visit to the dream. That was a nightmare.
And then she says softly, "...I'm sorry. It's my fault Fllaga-shousa ran off like that..."
Didn't dare to hope... yes, that's about the size of it, and Murrue dips her head with an inarticulate little noise of acknowledgement of that particular truth.
And then smiles, only a little wistfully, and looks down at her hands in her lap. "I very much doubt that, Cagalli," she says gently. "It's just like him." Which isn't to say Murrue may not *deck* the man when he finally makes it back, but--that's for later. She's quiet again for some moments, thinking, before she risks wondering, "How long has he been gone?"
"No, I showed him the fighters that Golden Hall has been developing. I was hoping he could be one of the pilots since so few actually know how here..." Cagalli shakes her head. "He wouldn't have stolen one if I hadn't shown them to him." So it's her fault!
"...Thunderbird destroyed the Temple almost a month ago, just a week or so after I saw him first. He disappeared right after that." That's quite some time, really, but she immediately says, "I think he's okay. He was brought in as Hawk's Priest, and I think Phoenix would tell me if Hawk needed to find a new one." ...she hopes.
"I see." It's something of a lie, but it seems safer than the alternative. "And with things as they are, there's no way to track the ship he took, is there." Not really a question. As much as Murrue would *like* to start off in Mwu's last known direction - she knows better. She's gotten good at coping. "We'll just have to trust him to come back safely," she says quietly, and does her best to make it sound like it's that easy.
Not technically a lie... Phoenix might have told her if Hawk's Priest faded out depending on the situation. Of course living may be even worse, depending on where he crashed... Cagalli shakes her head, "The Aegis wasn't finished yet. They didn't have the weapon systems finished, and they only have enough power for short range. He could have gone further than he should have and then not have enough power to get back..." There's a lot of pausing, because she can't help but feel bad she hasn't done more to find him. Then again, her city has been decemated and the world has crumbled all around them. She's been distracted...
"The Acolytes might be able to do a locate spell, if they can find a personal item, but he hadn't really been here long enough to even have more than one set of clothes." And even those the Acolytes gave him. So they were robes more than clothes. And he complained, boy did he ever.
This time, the little laugh that hitches in Murrue's throat has a little more of humor in it. "It never stops, does it?" she murmurs, a question not directed at Cagalli. And, after drawing in a long breath, she lifts her shoulders in a helpless shrug. "We can only do what's within our power. ...Which reminds me that I didn't just ask for a meeting to let you know that I'm here. Actually," she's smiling again, now, a little crookedly, "before you knocked the floor out from beneath me, I was intending to volunteer my services. I've heard some things about what's been happening recently... I'm not exactly sure how I could be of help, but I thought perhaps you might have some ideas."
"...Yeah, unfortunately I don't have much really to offer." Cagalli says with a half-smirk, not trying to be modest really, or sarcastic. She actually thinks she has little to offer this place in terms of actual power or protection. She's tried hard for a year and a half, but that doesn't mean she's doing the right thing. Difficult to be sure when very few people say to her face what her own mistakes are, especially when she knows she's made some. "...And of course, sorry... Didn't mean to drop something like that on you immediately..." But better to do it now, in her opinion. And she was never one to wait til a better time, either. She's a 'get right to it' kind of girl.
"...Of course you can help. Once Fllaga-shousa gets back and helps me get the Atlas ready to fly there'll even be something for you to Captain if you still want to do that. Fllaga-shousa might outrank you, though, cause when he makes it back he's promised Knighthood." Mainly because Cagalli needed a Knight and he happened to get dropped in her lap, perfect for the position of Sky Guard Junior Knight and Admiral.
Murrue spreads her hands in a pointless, mostly unconscious gesture. "If not now," she says lightly, "when? It's all right." There's a note of warmth in her voice when she adds, "Besides... MIA is an improvement on KIA, isn't it?" She will, as she told Edea, count her blessings. However uncertain some of them are just now.
The subject of the Atlas and a potential captaincy has her sitting up a little straighter, brows lifting. "I admit," she says after a moment's pause, "I'm not sure that's what I had in mind by helping." She did, after all, only become captain of the Archangel by accident, and by her own reckoning her performance was... poor. "But I did volunteer. If it needs to be done, I'll give it my best." The comment about Mwu outranking her makes her pause, and when she says, "It'll be a hardship, but I'm sure I'll cope somehow," her voice is very bland.
Cagalli wasn't exactly aware of all the circumstances of Murrue becoming the captain. Nor that she had doubts towards the accidental taking of command. As far as she's concerned, she was a good Captain, and very fitting to reprise the roll... but the surprise causes some hesitation, "...If you'd rather have another position that's fine. We can use any number of assistance in Golden Hall. ...We've lost some very important people lately. What other areas do you think you could assist in?" ...Honestly she feels bad. She knows so little about the woman outside of the Archangel. Even afterward. "Not that I wouldn't like someone to keep Fllaga-shousa on his best behavior in the department he's going to be in." Cause she certainly couldn't do it. She's SO decking him when he makes it back.
She may have to get in line. "Honestly," Murrue says, "I'm not sure what you need. My skills are military, but in a place like this, I imagine the military is hardly what I'm used to." Then again, she hadn't really been expecting to find aircraft, even partly-developed aircraft. This is a day for revising a lot of the things she thought she knew. "I think you know more about my capabilities than I know about your needs. If you want me for your ship, I don't think I should complain about it." At least she's had some experience.
"What I need right now is Sky Guard. ...especially with the state of the world now." Cagalli was not expecting the changes that have happened to take place, and the Sky Guard was in development pretty much since she got here (because she's a tech girl and this low-tech stuff just seems like a bad idea to her). They're magic based, but close enough to tech to count. Standing up, she smiles in such a way that it touches her glazed eyes and says, "I don't think I could stop calling you Captain anyway. It may take a while to get a reliable crew, but having at least one Captain is more than I had yesterday."
Because it seems appropriate, Murrue rises to her feet as well and salutes, formally, but with a warm smile. "I am at your service. Although I hope you'll forgive me if it takes a bit of time for me to fully adjust to the situation. There's... a lot to take in." She laughs a little before admitting, "More than I'd expected when I woke up this morning." Funny how that happens.
"Believe me, I understand," Cagalli says, shaking her head a little. She went to sleep in Orb, worrying about how politics were going to go, woke up in this place with a bird Goddess talking in her head and showing her a seven thousand year history of a country the Goddess wanted her to lead out of darkness. The only response she gives to the salute is a return one, slightly different because it's Orb. She may be blind, but spiritual forms still move like physical ones, so she saw the gesture (more or less). "If you need a place to stay, there's plenty of rooms in the Palace. Or Lacus might be able to offer you a room in the Gardens."
"Edea--ah, Matron Berkano?--set me up with a cozy little closet in the Lighthouse Hostel." Murrue says it with a rueful sort of cheer. "About the size of the captain's office on the Archangel, actually. But it is my understanding that it's a temporary measure... there are other people who I'm sure need the space more. I'd be grateful for a room in the Palace if there's one to spare."
"There's a lot more rooms in here than we could use, honestly." Cagalli ponders for a moment as she wonders outloud, "It always seems to have at least one more room every time I try to look around it. I wonder if it's one of those magical enchantments they keep talking about." A powerful enchantment if it is, to always have a 'spare room' for anything and everything, no matter how full the Palace is. In fact, she's half sure that the Palace could safeguard the entire population of the city if it came down to it... especially since she knows at least once in the long history of the city that it did... of course most were under the Palace, but still. "So, yes, you have a room. I'll leave a message with the guards and the Acolytes and they'll have your room ready by tomorrow, so you don't have to burden Matron Berkano any longer than necessary."
"It's very much appreciated," says Murrue - and now, finally, she looks (and sounds) a little sheepish. "And I should probably stop taking up your time... glad as I am to see you here." It makes it easier, in a number of ways, and Murrue can appreciate what it must have been like to come to this place without any familiar faces to greet her. Counting those blessings, once again.
There's a pause, but Cagalli decides against warning Murrue about the Darkening... What are the chances that Fllaga-shousa will come back evil and possibly crazy? Not everyone has Athrun's bad luck, after all. "I look forward to speaking with you again about the Sky Guard. ...I'm glad to see you made it here." Fllaga-shousa will eat his words. He was all about 'I'll find her.' Hah. She found you when you ran off to get yourself killed again. ...dumbass.
"Thank you," Murrue says warmly. "We'll definitely talk more about the Sky Guard soon." She is, after all, going to have to find out more about what it is she's getting herself into. "Until then, take care." She starts to turn away, only to pause thoughtfully. After a moment she adds, in a determinedly cheerful tone, "As for Commander Fllaga, he had best return soon and in one piece... or I may kill him myself."
Cagalli laughs. "And if that happens I'll bring him right back so /I/ can kill him too." She can't help it. Phoenix did give her the gift of resurrection, and she can pass it on to others. What better uses for it than to get to kill someone twice for being stupid? ... okay, so that's a bit against Phoenix's intent. But Cagalli was never a token Priestess!
Murrue laughs, as well, even as she shakes her head, feeling suddenly better than she has in... at least a week or two. Maybe a lot longer. She offers another salute, this one rather more casual than before. "Good evening, Cagalli," she says--and on this cheerful note, she turns again to leave.
"Good evening, Captain Ramius," Cagalli returns the casual salute, still smiling as she does this. She isn't sure what else to call the woman besides Captain, though she is glad that woman does call her by her name instead of some title. Now she's going to have to send a note to Lacus and Kira, as they would no doubt want to hear that the Captain is present.
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Date: 2006-02-07 04:54 pm (UTC)...must not get ideas from the "Darkening" comment! Well, okay, I don't want to play Darkened Mwu, so you're probably safe. ;D
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Date: 2006-02-07 05:47 pm (UTC)...God, poor Murrue if he came back Darkened.