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[IC] TEST POST

[ Miles Vorkosigan cuts an unusual figure even under the most extraordinary circumstances: tiny and somewhat hunchbacked, his curved spine obvious even beneath his custom-cut Imperial Security green military uniform. Unless you're bitty like him (and he's met few adults below his height of 4'8"), he likely comes up to your shoulder or a little lower.

There is, however, a manic energy to the man that makes him fill up more than his physical space. Sharp, penetrating gray eyes take in the world around him as great refreshing gulps of information. Depending on the situation, he may be taking in you as well. ]

A - Canon

[ In his case, you suddenly find yourself in an empty and rather old-fashioned looking house. Old-fashioned except for the high tech consoles installed in various areas, anyway, and if one looks out the window a relatively sci-fi-esque view can be seen interspersed with vaguely Russian architecture. Miles looks up, startled by your sudden appearance. ]

I'm sorry, have we met?

[ In other words, how the hell did you just waltz into the Vorkosoigan House without him being alerted by the guards? Visiting his father or mother, maybe? That's the only thing coming to mind. ]

B - Mask or Menace

[ Staring, Miles can deal with. It's depressingly normal and almost comforting, given the circumstances. But having people approach him like some kind of celebrity is damned unsettling. It feels like some awful combination of being both Lord Vorkosigan and Admiral Naismith at the same time ... which is technically true, but he's not enough at ease with himself to cross those wires just yet.

Speaking of which. He fixes a brilliant smile on his face as his confident swagger threatens to knock over anyone within a five meter radius of him. The space operatic Admiral Naismith persona in full force and practically spilling over. After all, when faced with a wall, Miles tends to charge right the hell on through. First obstacle to be defeated: finding out what the hell is going on and why his head is feeling strangely full all of a sudden.

He's about twenty or so, though with a face like his he could be anywhere between early twenties and early thirties. The tell-tale import barcode flickers at his wrist; he hasn't quite realized what that means for himself or anyone else. In a remarkably flat, pseudo-American accent: ]

You know, I think I've gotten myself lost. Any chance you're more familiar with this place?

[ Heropa is where he's come out first, but by now he could be in any of the Porter cities. ]

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That was exactly my next thought. Back inside?

[ He makes an "after you" gesture. ]

[He gives the fountain a last look, takes another drink of his soda and nods.

Over his shoulder as he starts back towards the manor,] If you want me to ask the possibly dumb sounding question, I've been told confused is my most convincing face.

I believe it. You've given me enough examples.

[ But this situation requires a little more cleverness. He approaches the first guard - the one who also twitched at Percy's Greek - and asks for quick summary of the total damage caused by the intruder. The guard happily fills in the details: an enormous dog somehow burst through the force screens on the window, got hit with the fire extinguisher and Percy's sword, and then fled through the front door.

The second guard Miles questions repeats much the same thing. By the time he's finished interviewing all of them, he's gone deathly pale. ]

[Percy seemed to know how to keep his mouth shut during this part, watching one interview after another. He was surprised they could see the sword (he would have assumed it would have at LEAST been a blaster or a FUTURE SPACE LASER SWORD), but everything else seemed pretty standard.

After the last, Percy doesn't say anything. Just gives a shrug as if to say "This is my life."]

[ Swords are common enough on Barrayar that the guards don't really blink at it. Once they've determined that Percy's all right - the "mother's cousin from Beta Colony" comes up a few times - they return to their posts, leaving Miles pale and shaken. He just stands there for a moment, digesting.

And then, abruptly, he turns back towards the wine cellar. ]

[He hesitates. It's hard to tell if that's a leave me alone sort of aura or not. He's never been good at that sort of thing.

A moment passes.

Then another.

It's really quiet in this house.

....

He follows after.]

[ It's ridiculously quiet in this house. Vorbarr Sultana is a large city, and they're close to the heart of it, but these walls are incredibly thick. There's basically no noise from the city outside.

Percy finds Miles back in the wine cellar, sitting on the floor this time, with his back up against one of the larger casks. He looks especially small like that, in a rare moment of being completely overwhelmed. Greek gods and monsters and actual magic and - it's too much to take in sober. The bottle he started earlier is now down to the quarter mark. ]

[There was a little tipsy, and then there was doing Dionysus proud. Percy sits on the steps, hands on his knees.

He knew that feeling. He remembered it like it was yesterday, staring at the camp infirmary's ceiling, digesting the insanity that had just taken him out of his everyday, boring life and threw him into a world he knew none of the rules of... missing his mom, his best friend was a half goat and all he had to show for it was a broken monster horn.

Maybe if he'd been 30, he'd have done the same thing.

He hated platitudes and the person who helped HIM ... well. That wasn't pleasant history, or anything he could use here.

Mildly, quietly, he starts after a few moments of mutual silence.]

I'd get out of your hair if I could, but I'm probably going to need your help.

[ He nods, absently. Even if another monster doesn't bust in here, this kid doesn't know the layout of the house. Or what Miles even wants to do with him. Hell, Miles isn't even sure. Give him a wing? A room? A room. Yes, his old room will do.

After he finishes up here. The last of the bottle goes down all at once, and he settles it back on the floor with a faint clink. ]

No. You're right. Being quite selfish here. [ He knocks his head back against the cask. How the hell does he ask his mother if she's secretly a Greek goddess? It's one identity crisis too many in addition to the two he has knocking around in his head. ] Five selfish minutes and I'll be up.

It's not that- [He looks down, worrying his bottom lip in frustration and a bit of loss. Finally, seeming to settle on some unspoken answer, he nods, pulling on a railing to stand up.]

Take your time. I'll be around.

[He pauses, considering.] With one of the guards.

[ He appreciates the gesture. While he's feeling rather a lot more trusting of Percy now - or at least less inclined to distrust him - it's probably for the best if the kid doesn't wander too much.

In any case, he waves it off and slowly gets to his feet. ]

No. I'm all right. If I don't get up now, I'll spend a very long time on that cold floor.

[ Literally and metaphorically. ]

[He doesn't ASK if Miles needs a hand. But that was a whole bottle of wine in a really amazingly short period of time. He just comes down the rest of the way into the cellar on the lines of JUST IN CASE.]

I think I get that.

[ Incredibly short period of time, and an incredibly short body to process it all. There's a reason why he doesn't normally have more than a single glass at a time - 3 is enough to put him under, much less a full bottle. He staggers his way towards the stairs. ]

You too, huh?

[The height difference makes things a bit hard, but Percy just so happens to be right there when a wobble gets a bit far, steadying the space prince.]

Yeah. More times than I really ever want to think about.

[ He's light, at least, and he can brace his hand against Percy's arm when the room wobbles too much. ]

Comes with demigod life, does it ...

[Percy might not look like much, especially in comparison to a certain son of Zeus, but he's more than solid. The stairs might be interesting though.]

You made it to 30, though. [Like this is a serious plus.] I've never met anyone who had.

[ Stairs might require carrying. When they get to the first set, he eyes them rather dizzily. ]

No one? In all your demigod friends?

[Slinging an arm over his shoulder isn't going to work... is it?]

I'm kind of one of the oldest.

[ He'd have to bend down painfully low for Miles' feet to touch the ground. Better to just carry him. Miles makes a face, obviously coming to the same conclusion. ]

That's ... not comforting. It must be terrifying for all of you. I'd just failed the entry exam to the Imperial Academy at 17 ...

Is that like a college entrance exam? I'm kind of worried about that too.

[So if he was a guard, and saw his charge thrown over an intruder's shoulder like a sack of potatoes...

Percy assumed he'd get the business end of whatever those hand square things were.

Sorry Miles. We'll call it a prince carry.]

No, no. The written exam was fine. The damn physical, I broke both my legs jumping down from the very first wall --

[ Whoops, and now he's being carried. Well. Dammit, this is embarrassing. He's lighter than he looks, the synthetic bone replacements being lighter than even his frail real ones. From this angle, the angry knot of scars at his neck and collar are more visible.

Ugh. He adjusts himself, gripping Percy's shoulders. ]

Embarrassing.

[Those... are disturbing. Percy frowns slightly, but makes no comment, hefting the space prince to push open the door.]

Whoa.... they didn't teach you landings?

Taught me all they could. Doesn't help when your bones are approximately the same size and density as a bird's. Snapped just like twigs...

[ He's babbling a little, the intoxication hitting him hard now. The hallway before them is labyrinthine, with doors all up and down it. Miles gestures vaguely at a set near the far end. ]

Do - children of Athena have powers? Like yours? Something impressive?

[He flinches, wincing in sympathy at that. It's not hard to imagine... and he glances at Miles' legs, almost expecting something different there. Sure he could have put Miles down, but the chances he was making it on his own power was getting lower by the second.]

Uh, they're not as flashy. ... There's one girl I know who is easily the best of all of them. She's absolutely unreally brilliant.. just straight up amazing. Always knows what to do, where to attack, or what to say, has a plan even when the circumstances are insane.

[ They look reasonably normal all clothed like this, though he's scarred heavily underneath. There isn't much space on his body that isn't marred by scars at this point.

He listens for a moment, open-mouthed. And then ... he begins to laugh. It's not a pretty sound. ]

Oh, god. I thought it was intuition this whole time. Me being madly brilliant at the best moments, not - I need another bottle just for that poor bastard. I didn't appreciate you while I had you, Admiral Naismith ...

[ And then he turns to Percy, deadly serious again. ]

She sounds incredible. Please tell me you've proposed already.

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