TIG Quicklog: Murrue and Daniel again!
Feb. 20th, 2006 01:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
joiedecombatIt is, perhaps, not really surprising how little time it takes for Murrue to come knocking at Daniel's office. It hasn't been all that long since Daniel sent someone off with a message to flag Murrue down... but really, she's not too hard to find, and she's got far more reasons to come right away than she does to delay at all.
So Daniel's not kept waiting very long before Murrue knocks on the door of his office, a polite tap-tap-tap. When she answers the invitation to come in, though, she is composed enough, brows lifted a little in interest (and, yes, hope) as she looks in. "I was told you wanted to see me..."
Daniel's office looks like something you'd expect from an archaeology professor whose mind works too fast for its own good. Every nook and cranny is piled with books, scrolls and manuscripts from all over the game and other worlds. He's wearing a black short-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of combat pants. There are even dog tags dangling around his neck. He looks up when Murrue enters. "Oh, hey. Come and have a seat." She'll have to move a big stack of books in order to sit. In fact, it might be difficult to find the chair at first.
Murrue's brows lift a little further as she surveys the office, quirking a lopsided, bemused sort of smile as she takes a few steps in. "On what?" she wonders, more gently teasing than anything, and unless he protests she will indeed carefully relocate books until she can perch herself on the edge of a seat.
"Sorry about the mess." Believe it or not, the office /is/ quite large. Daniel's managed to fill every corner of it with either books or artifacts. "I managed to find Mwu. He's safe and all right."
Murrue might have been about to say something about the mess - most likely a cheerful dismissal of the apology - but the mention of Mwu's name abruptly has her full attention, and if she hadn't already been sitting up straight, she would be now.
She'd been carefully not expecting much, and the straightforward simplicity of that statement has her blinking in surprise, once. Then comes the relief, like a ripple of clean spring air through the room. "Thank God," she says, quiet and heartfelt. "Where is he?"
"Wiiinnterheart." Daniel draws that out and then clicks a pen. "Apparently he's made some friends there and is trying to find a way to re-fuel the plane so it doesn't fall into enemy hands. I gave him the 'Winterheart is really not safe' lecture. I don't think it meant much from me."
A laugh escapes Murrue, a tiny little sound hitching out of her throat as she looks away from Daniel, down and to the side at nothing in particular amidst the clutter. "I think he thinks he's invincible. Not... entirely without reason," she admits, after only the briefest of pauses. "Although considering everything--" Here she stops, and shakes her head. "But he's all right. He's not injured?"
"He seemed fine. He told me to tell you...and I'm quoting here, so forgive me..." Daniel folds his hands together and clears his throat. He pauses, then speaks really quickly. "He said he'll make the impossible possible and...come back to you." Brows arch. It sounds really funny coming from him. He's...obviously not very good at relaying romantic sentiments.
Poor Daniel. The awkwardness of the situation isn't really at all helped by the teary brightness that comes into Murrue's eyes at those words, but she does him the favor of looking down again, ducking her head until she's blinked it back. "Thank you," she murmurs. "I apologize for putting you in this position... but I am very grateful."
Daniel smiles kindly, but he's not doing a very good job at hiding his discomfort. It's been years, but he secretly stings every time he sees another couple. Almost unconsciously, his eyes go to the carved Egyptian amulet that also holds his Rune. It's currently draped over a picture he had brought into the Dream with the help of a Lucidi. It's of an Egyptian woman with curly dark hair and wide eyes. "I'm sorry I couldn't be more help. I tried to convince him to take the land roads out of the city, but he seems sure he's safe there and doesn't want the plane to fall into Winterheart's hands."
"I can understand his reasons." Focusing on the facts brings back more of Murrue's composure; when she looks up again, her expression is more pensive. "Especially with things as they are now, to let the enemy get hold of something like that... it could be very bad." She says it with the certainty of past experience. "And since he's in enemy territory, his options for getting more fuel are limited." She draws in a slow breath and lets it out in a sigh - and then smiles, helplessly. "I don't like it... but he's come through worse situations than this before."
"He says that the plane is fueled by...magic. He also says he's made some friends in the Militisi. He insists that that they can be trusted, but I personally would put 'trust' and 'Winterheart soldier' in the same breath." He purses his lips. "He also said he would have never gone on the mission if you had been here." Which is no consolation should he happen to /die/, but it's sweet if he comes back alive and well.
Surprise, again, flickers over Murrue's face, blanking her expression for a moment before she looks to the side again. "Of course he would have," she says, her lopsided smile one of as much affection as exasperation. "It's just like him." Which does not mean he's not going to hear about it when he finally does return.
"He also said maybe he would have, but I get the feeling he wouldn't have been so quick to." Again, Daniel's smile is kind, but a bit sad at the same time. "I can pass other messages back to him, but only if it's very important. It won't help him keep a low profile if he's getting visits from the Holder of Ehwo. If Roc wasn't currently MIA and his Priest disappeared, I'd be worried that Winterheart would have seen my presence as an act of aggression." Forever the diplomat.
Murrue hesitates briefly at that, before slowly shaking her head. "No, I... maybe I wish I'd known you were going," she admits. "But you did say that you show up on their radar. Unless there's a way that it would help in refueling the Aegis and bringing him back, I don't want to risk endangering you both." Her fingers curl around the edge of the chair's seat, tightening there briefly, the only real outward sign of impotent frustration. "I won't stop worrying - but at least know I know where he is, and that he's all right." And if he takes too long getting back, she knows where to go looking. Not that she mentions that to Daniel. "It's more than I had."
"If it was fuel, I could bring it to him. What he needs is magic, and that I can't help him with." Which may seem strange considering the tricks she's seen Daniel do. "He sounded like he was well on his way to figuring things out." He pauses, then clears his throat. "Look...I know you'll still worry, but you do know that even if something happens, it isn't necessarily...permanent. It's not /safe/, but people come back all the time."
"I know that," Murrue assures Daniel quietly - he was, as a matter of fact, the person who made that particular aspect clear to her, however accidentally, although she'd already more or less known it anyhow. "That he's here at all is something I'm thankful for. But until he makes it back here, what else can I do?"
"So just...try not to worry too much, all right? I've got sources in Winterheart that would tell me if he hits the radar at all. If he doesn't, he's doing his job. And if he does, there's ways we can get him a message to tell him to watch his back." What Daniel doesn't say is that he's worried for more wider-reaching reasons. He has a connection to Cagalli. That makes it /very/ dangerous for him to be in Middleton. Their enemies could easily think he would make a valuable hostage if it suited their purposes.
Murrue nods, slowly, not without another quiet sigh. "I think I told you that I'm not a very good soldier," she says, meeting Daniel's eyes again and smiling a little. "Mwu is... much better at this sort of thing. I'll believe that he knows what he's doing." Or try to, anyway. Hey, at least he didn't say he'd be right back. That she knows about. Shh.
Daniel is a tactful guy. He figures Mwu changed his mind about the message for a reason. No sense causing undue angst. "He seems to. Not that I really got a chance to get to know him." His lips twitch into another one of his little grins. "We spent most of the time talking about the situation."
"To be expected, under the circumstances." Murrue pauses, and for a moment looks distinctly contrite. "I really didn't mean for you to go to such trouble," she says - and then amends, "but I am glad that you did. Thank you."
"My pleasure." Says Daniel. He won't go in to the priestess-connection and his worry there. It would only serve to make her even more antsy. "He seemed very eager to see you. I'm sure he'll get back here as fast as he can."
It's something that Murrue will probably work out soon enough on her own, in any case... if she hasn't already. But for now, she only smiles, wistfully, looking away once more. "I hope so." Then, after a brief pause, she gets back up to her feet. "If you'll excuse me - I should go." And stop making poor Daniel uncomfortable.
Daniel would usually say something like 'please don't worry', but the fact is, he /is/ uncomfortable. Being the go-between for a pair of lovers is an awkward situation at best. Even worse when it wasn't really confirmed til he met the other party. "I'll keep an eye on him, Murrue. Try not to worry. And hey, if you need a distraction...I could aways use the cataloging help." What it looks like he needs is a housecleaner and a garage sale. Pity the woman who has to live with him. Then again, knowing Daniel, that'll probably never happen. He never let anyone in before or after Sha're.
This time, her smile is warmer and not so shadowed with things other than amusement. "I'll keep it in mind," Murrue says, with a certain sober amusement as she glances around, "but I think you might be beyond assistance." A beat passes to let the joke register for what it is. "And again - thank you." She doesn't wait for an answer to that before she's headed out the door.
Daniel actually looks genuinely perplexed at her statement. What? It's not /that/ bad! Besides, everything in here is totally /fascinating/. It's not stuff to be cleaned, it's gems to be cherished. At least in Daniel-land. He smiles and watches her go, waving rather than saying anything more.
So Daniel's not kept waiting very long before Murrue knocks on the door of his office, a polite tap-tap-tap. When she answers the invitation to come in, though, she is composed enough, brows lifted a little in interest (and, yes, hope) as she looks in. "I was told you wanted to see me..."
Daniel's office looks like something you'd expect from an archaeology professor whose mind works too fast for its own good. Every nook and cranny is piled with books, scrolls and manuscripts from all over the game and other worlds. He's wearing a black short-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of combat pants. There are even dog tags dangling around his neck. He looks up when Murrue enters. "Oh, hey. Come and have a seat." She'll have to move a big stack of books in order to sit. In fact, it might be difficult to find the chair at first.
Murrue's brows lift a little further as she surveys the office, quirking a lopsided, bemused sort of smile as she takes a few steps in. "On what?" she wonders, more gently teasing than anything, and unless he protests she will indeed carefully relocate books until she can perch herself on the edge of a seat.
"Sorry about the mess." Believe it or not, the office /is/ quite large. Daniel's managed to fill every corner of it with either books or artifacts. "I managed to find Mwu. He's safe and all right."
Murrue might have been about to say something about the mess - most likely a cheerful dismissal of the apology - but the mention of Mwu's name abruptly has her full attention, and if she hadn't already been sitting up straight, she would be now.
She'd been carefully not expecting much, and the straightforward simplicity of that statement has her blinking in surprise, once. Then comes the relief, like a ripple of clean spring air through the room. "Thank God," she says, quiet and heartfelt. "Where is he?"
"Wiiinnterheart." Daniel draws that out and then clicks a pen. "Apparently he's made some friends there and is trying to find a way to re-fuel the plane so it doesn't fall into enemy hands. I gave him the 'Winterheart is really not safe' lecture. I don't think it meant much from me."
A laugh escapes Murrue, a tiny little sound hitching out of her throat as she looks away from Daniel, down and to the side at nothing in particular amidst the clutter. "I think he thinks he's invincible. Not... entirely without reason," she admits, after only the briefest of pauses. "Although considering everything--" Here she stops, and shakes her head. "But he's all right. He's not injured?"
"He seemed fine. He told me to tell you...and I'm quoting here, so forgive me..." Daniel folds his hands together and clears his throat. He pauses, then speaks really quickly. "He said he'll make the impossible possible and...come back to you." Brows arch. It sounds really funny coming from him. He's...obviously not very good at relaying romantic sentiments.
Poor Daniel. The awkwardness of the situation isn't really at all helped by the teary brightness that comes into Murrue's eyes at those words, but she does him the favor of looking down again, ducking her head until she's blinked it back. "Thank you," she murmurs. "I apologize for putting you in this position... but I am very grateful."
Daniel smiles kindly, but he's not doing a very good job at hiding his discomfort. It's been years, but he secretly stings every time he sees another couple. Almost unconsciously, his eyes go to the carved Egyptian amulet that also holds his Rune. It's currently draped over a picture he had brought into the Dream with the help of a Lucidi. It's of an Egyptian woman with curly dark hair and wide eyes. "I'm sorry I couldn't be more help. I tried to convince him to take the land roads out of the city, but he seems sure he's safe there and doesn't want the plane to fall into Winterheart's hands."
"I can understand his reasons." Focusing on the facts brings back more of Murrue's composure; when she looks up again, her expression is more pensive. "Especially with things as they are now, to let the enemy get hold of something like that... it could be very bad." She says it with the certainty of past experience. "And since he's in enemy territory, his options for getting more fuel are limited." She draws in a slow breath and lets it out in a sigh - and then smiles, helplessly. "I don't like it... but he's come through worse situations than this before."
"He says that the plane is fueled by...magic. He also says he's made some friends in the Militisi. He insists that that they can be trusted, but I personally would put 'trust' and 'Winterheart soldier' in the same breath." He purses his lips. "He also said he would have never gone on the mission if you had been here." Which is no consolation should he happen to /die/, but it's sweet if he comes back alive and well.
Surprise, again, flickers over Murrue's face, blanking her expression for a moment before she looks to the side again. "Of course he would have," she says, her lopsided smile one of as much affection as exasperation. "It's just like him." Which does not mean he's not going to hear about it when he finally does return.
"He also said maybe he would have, but I get the feeling he wouldn't have been so quick to." Again, Daniel's smile is kind, but a bit sad at the same time. "I can pass other messages back to him, but only if it's very important. It won't help him keep a low profile if he's getting visits from the Holder of Ehwo. If Roc wasn't currently MIA and his Priest disappeared, I'd be worried that Winterheart would have seen my presence as an act of aggression." Forever the diplomat.
Murrue hesitates briefly at that, before slowly shaking her head. "No, I... maybe I wish I'd known you were going," she admits. "But you did say that you show up on their radar. Unless there's a way that it would help in refueling the Aegis and bringing him back, I don't want to risk endangering you both." Her fingers curl around the edge of the chair's seat, tightening there briefly, the only real outward sign of impotent frustration. "I won't stop worrying - but at least know I know where he is, and that he's all right." And if he takes too long getting back, she knows where to go looking. Not that she mentions that to Daniel. "It's more than I had."
"If it was fuel, I could bring it to him. What he needs is magic, and that I can't help him with." Which may seem strange considering the tricks she's seen Daniel do. "He sounded like he was well on his way to figuring things out." He pauses, then clears his throat. "Look...I know you'll still worry, but you do know that even if something happens, it isn't necessarily...permanent. It's not /safe/, but people come back all the time."
"I know that," Murrue assures Daniel quietly - he was, as a matter of fact, the person who made that particular aspect clear to her, however accidentally, although she'd already more or less known it anyhow. "That he's here at all is something I'm thankful for. But until he makes it back here, what else can I do?"
"So just...try not to worry too much, all right? I've got sources in Winterheart that would tell me if he hits the radar at all. If he doesn't, he's doing his job. And if he does, there's ways we can get him a message to tell him to watch his back." What Daniel doesn't say is that he's worried for more wider-reaching reasons. He has a connection to Cagalli. That makes it /very/ dangerous for him to be in Middleton. Their enemies could easily think he would make a valuable hostage if it suited their purposes.
Murrue nods, slowly, not without another quiet sigh. "I think I told you that I'm not a very good soldier," she says, meeting Daniel's eyes again and smiling a little. "Mwu is... much better at this sort of thing. I'll believe that he knows what he's doing." Or try to, anyway. Hey, at least he didn't say he'd be right back. That she knows about. Shh.
Daniel is a tactful guy. He figures Mwu changed his mind about the message for a reason. No sense causing undue angst. "He seems to. Not that I really got a chance to get to know him." His lips twitch into another one of his little grins. "We spent most of the time talking about the situation."
"To be expected, under the circumstances." Murrue pauses, and for a moment looks distinctly contrite. "I really didn't mean for you to go to such trouble," she says - and then amends, "but I am glad that you did. Thank you."
"My pleasure." Says Daniel. He won't go in to the priestess-connection and his worry there. It would only serve to make her even more antsy. "He seemed very eager to see you. I'm sure he'll get back here as fast as he can."
It's something that Murrue will probably work out soon enough on her own, in any case... if she hasn't already. But for now, she only smiles, wistfully, looking away once more. "I hope so." Then, after a brief pause, she gets back up to her feet. "If you'll excuse me - I should go." And stop making poor Daniel uncomfortable.
Daniel would usually say something like 'please don't worry', but the fact is, he /is/ uncomfortable. Being the go-between for a pair of lovers is an awkward situation at best. Even worse when it wasn't really confirmed til he met the other party. "I'll keep an eye on him, Murrue. Try not to worry. And hey, if you need a distraction...I could aways use the cataloging help." What it looks like he needs is a housecleaner and a garage sale. Pity the woman who has to live with him. Then again, knowing Daniel, that'll probably never happen. He never let anyone in before or after Sha're.
This time, her smile is warmer and not so shadowed with things other than amusement. "I'll keep it in mind," Murrue says, with a certain sober amusement as she glances around, "but I think you might be beyond assistance." A beat passes to let the joke register for what it is. "And again - thank you." She doesn't wait for an answer to that before she's headed out the door.
Daniel actually looks genuinely perplexed at her statement. What? It's not /that/ bad! Besides, everything in here is totally /fascinating/. It's not stuff to be cleaned, it's gems to be cherished. At least in Daniel-land. He smiles and watches her go, waving rather than saying anything more.
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