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circle72012-05-01 04:19 pm
aphelionix) wrote in circle72012-05-01 04:19 pm
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of politics and assholes named weiler
The ceremony was dull - as was expected of political events. But the welcoming of the new Senator of Caponor, a very large city on Gladsheim, was quite important for many reasons. Gladsheim Military Forces would be there to represent themselves and start a good relationship with the Senator, and hopefully, he would relay this good relationship to the masses. (The funding didn't hurt, either.)
Locke was attending as a Gladsheim soldier under his commander, Iva Gearhorn. She was to meet the senator personally to discuss Very Important Matters. The reception of the event had since started, cuing a lot of noise, eating, drinking, and overall difficulty in keeping track of the moment when the Senator and Commander would have their chat in private. Watching from the general cheese tray area seemed the best course of action, simply appearing as a quiet, trained soldier in the background.
The fancy cheese certainly helped the time pass less painfully. In fact, everything was fancy. Locke was quite enjoying the spread of gourmet finger foods, drink, and even the building - the roof was glass, showing off the soft red, Gladsheim sky at sunset, and bouncing off the marbled walls across the upper walls. The paintings of the lower floor, where the party had been set up, seemed to soak up the sunlight. (A clever direction of light designed by the architects.) The rest of the floor was lit by soft chandeliers and sconces.
Locke made sure not to spend too much time admiring - he was on the look out, despite his handful of biscuits and cheese.
Locke was attending as a Gladsheim soldier under his commander, Iva Gearhorn. She was to meet the senator personally to discuss Very Important Matters. The reception of the event had since started, cuing a lot of noise, eating, drinking, and overall difficulty in keeping track of the moment when the Senator and Commander would have their chat in private. Watching from the general cheese tray area seemed the best course of action, simply appearing as a quiet, trained soldier in the background.
The fancy cheese certainly helped the time pass less painfully. In fact, everything was fancy. Locke was quite enjoying the spread of gourmet finger foods, drink, and even the building - the roof was glass, showing off the soft red, Gladsheim sky at sunset, and bouncing off the marbled walls across the upper walls. The paintings of the lower floor, where the party had been set up, seemed to soak up the sunlight. (A clever direction of light designed by the architects.) The rest of the floor was lit by soft chandeliers and sconces.
Locke made sure not to spend too much time admiring - he was on the look out, despite his handful of biscuits and cheese.
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But to say he wasn't surprised would be a lie. It still wasn't everyday you played partner to another man. Much less spontaneously, with a direct kiss on the mouth. It was typically more subtle. Although, given what he learned about Weiler today, he'd say the man was light years away from subtle. This probably seemed normal to anyone who knew him.
His lack of reaction - apart from tilting his head just enough to make the kiss look like a natural motion to him - was mostly in part that it was incredibly unprofessional of a military soldier to display such affection out in the open. Locke still managed a fond smile and nod as Weiler left, playing the part until he was out of view, and no one would see it fall right off his face.
That man is insane.