[ Whenever the Count and Countess are home, the House takes on a certain liveliness known only by circuses and armies. Back today from the Surleau, and a brief trip to Hassandar before that, they were settled in the foyer as if receiving.
In a way, they were. Numerous ImpSec agents and Armsmen alike were chatting with staff or sitting at bored attention. In the mean time, Illyan was talking with the Count in low, urgent tones.
It was the Countess, and her sharp grey eyes, that fell on the two visitors who slipped in without formal announcement. ]
Sounds like you've had a day, kiddo. [ Cordelia's dry comment quiets the room. ]
[ Shit. Absolutely zero chance of slipping away, then. Or even making his case in front of as few people as possible. That strip of alien tech will be instantly obvious the first moment he turns his head ... So he sighs, faintly, and goes to kiss his mother gently on the forehead. ]
Hello, Mother. It's all been a little hectic, but I'm all done now.
Oh no, not you. [ She pats the side of the couch next to her that's free. ]
The rest of you. Get. [ She makes shooing gestures when several hesitate. In a few moments, it's only Bel, Miles, a very bemused looking Aral and Simon who looks dangerously quiet and HORRIBLY interested. ]
[ Fuck. He kind of preferred telling Cordelia first. The prospect of facing down both parents and Simon is ... intimidating.
Well, he's not getting out of it. Might as well get over it. He sits where his mother has indicated, then he tilts his head to one side to show the thin strip of material now attached to the back of his head. ]
[ It's a strange mix that possesses Cordelia's face. There's a line of fragility and indomitable strength at the same time, opposites warring in her eyes.
Simon begins to stand, and Aral, expression stormy, simply raises a hand. The Chief of ImpSec settles, his expression sour.
It's Cordelia who speaks. ]
Why? Your med scans had come up clean. [ She, of course, had read them all. ]
[ Of course she had. No trying to pin it on those. Or the doctors who handled them. Miles just bows his head slightly. If only his mother weren't here, then he might try lying. As it is, though, she'll crack him like an egg. It ... sort of makes this easier, knowing that he may as well just tell the truth. ]
They weren't scanning for the right things. I started having seizures after the cryorevival. Repeatedly.
[ Simon seems to be very still. On one hand, Miles certainly hadn't reported it. On the other, he also refused missions because of it. There's a lot to weigh there.
Aral breaks his silence, ] And you're fixing it with this... [ The gesture is towards the back of Miles' head. ] What is that?
[ Better than chopping off a courier's legs and then falsifying the records, anyway. Miles goes very taut when his father speaks. There's a man he really wasn't expecting to deal with today ... A confluence of duty and family he'd hoped not to face until after this was settled. But he nods, tilting his head so that they can see better. ]
It's a piece of the alien suits we were found in. They have the capability to heal injury, so it's possible they will prevent the seizures from happening. [ A beat. ] Dr. Weddell has already managed to trigger one with it.
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Thank you, Bel. I mean it ...
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It may feel like an instant later when a hand is shaking his shoulder. The other still wrapped around his. ]
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-- Where? Home?
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[ Bel lets go, straightens and runs a finger comb through their own hair. ]
I've been informed he's in with your parents right now.
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So I get to face all of them at once, eh. I don't suppose there's any chance of sneaking upstairs and pretending I was home all morning ...
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Come on, lets get this over with.
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[ He takes a deep breath and enters the foyer. ]
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In a way, they were. Numerous ImpSec agents and Armsmen alike were chatting with staff or sitting at bored attention. In the mean time, Illyan was talking with the Count in low, urgent tones.
It was the Countess, and her sharp grey eyes, that fell on the two visitors who slipped in without formal announcement. ]
Sounds like you've had a day, kiddo. [ Cordelia's dry comment quiets the room. ]
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Hello, Mother. It's all been a little hectic, but I'm all done now.
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Well, lets have a moment then. I think we could stand to be a little less crowded in here.
[ She gives a significant glance around the foyer. ]
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Please. This could get messy.
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Oh no, not you. [ She pats the side of the couch next to her that's free. ]
The rest of you. Get. [ She makes shooing gestures when several hesitate. In a few moments, it's only Bel, Miles, a very bemused looking Aral and Simon who looks dangerously quiet and HORRIBLY interested. ]
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Well, he's not getting out of it. Might as well get over it. He sits where his mother has indicated, then he tilts his head to one side to show the thin strip of material now attached to the back of his head. ]
I had an operation done this morning.
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Simon begins to stand, and Aral, expression stormy, simply raises a hand. The Chief of ImpSec settles, his expression sour.
It's Cordelia who speaks. ]
Why? Your med scans had come up clean. [ She, of course, had read them all. ]
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They weren't scanning for the right things. I started having seizures after the cryorevival. Repeatedly.
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Aral breaks his silence, ] And you're fixing it with this... [ The gesture is towards the back of Miles' head. ] What is that?
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It's a piece of the alien suits we were found in. They have the capability to heal injury, so it's possible they will prevent the seizures from happening. [ A beat. ] Dr. Weddell has already managed to trigger one with it.