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[Sept. 4][Original] Kill Your Passions
Title: Kill Your Passions
Day/Theme: Sept. 4, 2009 "the hidden secret button inside your head"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Karl, Madonna, Jin Rembrandt
Rating: PG
With people like Jin it was hard to guess what would suddenly set them off. Karl and Madonna were familiar with the way he usually managed to hold all his closest personal feelings clasped deep inside himself. Actually, his struggles to stay calm and cool were often a source of some amusement to them. Jin said that they were ruled by their passions. Neither of his agents would deny it, but they also knew the same was true of him. The humor came from the fact that Jin would not accept his true nature.
Madonna couldn't blame him entirely. It wasn't becoming of a military strategist to feel so intensely about so many things. It made him seem unreliable, which was a reputation he would no doubt prefer to avoid. He was such a typical man- finding things to fight within himself when there was nothing outside him to fight. Wasn't all the turmoil with the Ghiran invasions keeping him busy enough? Honestly!
Karl figured a man might as well embrace his passions and get some enjoyment out of them, regardless of his profession or status. Life was hard. Life was short. "Take your thrills where you can get 'em," was Karl's policy. Some of his favorite things- a nice foxy libertine cocktail, for instance- were hard to come by. He thought it had made him sort of sharper. More on the alert for the next good time to come.
But Jin wasn't about to listen to any of their advice regarding these things. He took only his own counsel. Apparently he had once taken his grandfather's as well, but that had been long before either Karl or Madonna had known him.
And it was because of his usual attempts at restraint that these sudden outbursts, like the bursting of a dam, shocked them from their stupor. "Good Ghamari!" Jin growled, banging his fist down on the table. The assorted plates laid out there jumped into the air.
"What does that even mean?" Karl whispered.
Madonna raised an eyebrow, her expression indicating something along the lines of, "You're asking me?"
Jin fumed quietly at the table. Madonna and Karl waited on the opposite side of the room, trying to pretend they hadn't noticed his strange behavior as they carried on with their own activities, Madonna filing her nails and Karl practicing the old Ghiran art of paper-folding with a worn-out newspaper. From time to time they glanced at each other, both betting that the other would be first to have their curiosity overwhelm their patience and go over to speak with the strategist.
Karl broke first. He was less patient and he was running out of newspaper. Madonna smirked as he rose and made his way to Jin's side. "Are you okay?"
"Of course. I'm fine." His body language contradicted his answer. He was trembling with a quiet strain of sorrow or rage.
"You think a little something to drink would make you feel better?"
Madonna suppressed a laugh at that idea. Leave it to Karl to think every ill in the world could be cured with alcohol. He was such a simpleton.
"No, I don't," Jin answered. He could be amazingly delicate when dealing with his nieces or politicians, but when he spoke to his subordinates he was brutally direct. Of course, it meant that he was telling the truth. He could never seem to lie simply. It was a flaw that made his lies easier to see through. Madonna tried to cover for this weakness of his by doing the lying for him when possible. She was better at it. In all honesty, even Karl was better at it.
Jin's sincerity was meaningful to them, even when it was brusque. He made up for it in other ways. "But just because it won't help doesn't mean I wouldn't like it. I always like to share a glass with you, Karl." Little ways, like that.
Day/Theme: Sept. 4, 2009 "the hidden secret button inside your head"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Karl, Madonna, Jin Rembrandt
Rating: PG
With people like Jin it was hard to guess what would suddenly set them off. Karl and Madonna were familiar with the way he usually managed to hold all his closest personal feelings clasped deep inside himself. Actually, his struggles to stay calm and cool were often a source of some amusement to them. Jin said that they were ruled by their passions. Neither of his agents would deny it, but they also knew the same was true of him. The humor came from the fact that Jin would not accept his true nature.
Madonna couldn't blame him entirely. It wasn't becoming of a military strategist to feel so intensely about so many things. It made him seem unreliable, which was a reputation he would no doubt prefer to avoid. He was such a typical man- finding things to fight within himself when there was nothing outside him to fight. Wasn't all the turmoil with the Ghiran invasions keeping him busy enough? Honestly!
Karl figured a man might as well embrace his passions and get some enjoyment out of them, regardless of his profession or status. Life was hard. Life was short. "Take your thrills where you can get 'em," was Karl's policy. Some of his favorite things- a nice foxy libertine cocktail, for instance- were hard to come by. He thought it had made him sort of sharper. More on the alert for the next good time to come.
But Jin wasn't about to listen to any of their advice regarding these things. He took only his own counsel. Apparently he had once taken his grandfather's as well, but that had been long before either Karl or Madonna had known him.
And it was because of his usual attempts at restraint that these sudden outbursts, like the bursting of a dam, shocked them from their stupor. "Good Ghamari!" Jin growled, banging his fist down on the table. The assorted plates laid out there jumped into the air.
"What does that even mean?" Karl whispered.
Madonna raised an eyebrow, her expression indicating something along the lines of, "You're asking me?"
Jin fumed quietly at the table. Madonna and Karl waited on the opposite side of the room, trying to pretend they hadn't noticed his strange behavior as they carried on with their own activities, Madonna filing her nails and Karl practicing the old Ghiran art of paper-folding with a worn-out newspaper. From time to time they glanced at each other, both betting that the other would be first to have their curiosity overwhelm their patience and go over to speak with the strategist.
Karl broke first. He was less patient and he was running out of newspaper. Madonna smirked as he rose and made his way to Jin's side. "Are you okay?"
"Of course. I'm fine." His body language contradicted his answer. He was trembling with a quiet strain of sorrow or rage.
"You think a little something to drink would make you feel better?"
Madonna suppressed a laugh at that idea. Leave it to Karl to think every ill in the world could be cured with alcohol. He was such a simpleton.
"No, I don't," Jin answered. He could be amazingly delicate when dealing with his nieces or politicians, but when he spoke to his subordinates he was brutally direct. Of course, it meant that he was telling the truth. He could never seem to lie simply. It was a flaw that made his lies easier to see through. Madonna tried to cover for this weakness of his by doing the lying for him when possible. She was better at it. In all honesty, even Karl was better at it.
Jin's sincerity was meaningful to them, even when it was brusque. He made up for it in other ways. "But just because it won't help doesn't mean I wouldn't like it. I always like to share a glass with you, Karl." Little ways, like that.