Honestly, I am glad you walked back from that precipice a little. While I am a proponent of mass casualty, I would hate to see people dying so early on and while we still have so much to examine.
[ Really, he had been hoping to find some like-minded individuals who, while they would work for their faction, would not abandon their suspicion and curiosity for zealotry. Finding it in John had been a surprise, and a pleasant one. ]
Does this mean your handsome fortifications are going to be torn down, though? They are... what is the phrase used in the future — ah, metal as fxck.
[ he's starting to relax (despite set's energy) and actually appreciate the success. john had no idea if he would be any good at this. he's never needed to be because he's God and doesn't have to negotiate with people, so what a pleasant surprise. ]
And no, why tear them down now? They make people nervous.
[ the way he says it suggests this is a good thing. ]
They're everyone's bone walls now, and you're right.
[ Only a little, he says. A small kernel of ( hope / dark desire ) attentiveness flashes through Set's sense of self, that John's desire to destroy will return to the side it will best be fed by; that nebulous, free-flowing wind-sand-shadow he is, that alights at points of contact. That curls around John's back and settles there, like the god has just decided to wind his arms about him from behind and leave his chin tucked upon his shoulder.
It is a too-familiar, too-bold physicality. A sense of dominance and power play, naturally. Ultimately, if the man remains opposed to him, he'll just have to go! Right now, they're allies of interest! ]
Are you going to make the garrison out of bone as well, maybe? I think you ought to. Make it fucked up and WEIRD so everyone is on edge all the time!
[ logically, john understands that this sense of closeness only exists in the liminal space of Communion, and he wouldn't fear dying even if he could be killed this way, but his discomfort isn't physical anyway.
a very human part of him doesn't care about intentions and simply craves being close to someone else. he's been alone ever since the dust had started to settle and he realised there was no one left. it's never gotten better because time only makes it worse, as john has always held himself apart from all the others. mostly. flings never really counted.
but the people he had known the longest and had loved the most had taken advantage of that and used his weakness to betray him. he grows tense, like an animal that allows itself to be held but never stops being ready to escape as soon as there's an opening. his Discord — which has peaked following their ritual, a murder, and an extended period of time sitting next to claude — makes the feel of him abnormally cold in addition to the rest. ]
Isn't that the opposite of what we're trying to do? Is this you making good on your promise to sow chaos by doing it by proxy?
[ he's great at pretending something never happened. ignore. deflect. do not acknowledge. he's fine! everything is still a joke here!! ]
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hyperpotamous) wrote2023-03-17 10:44 am
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Well, I performed those "great labours" when I thought the point was to wipe out the opposition and get it over with.
[ things had been so simple back then.... ]
I'm buying time if anything; the longer we keep the peace around here, the longer we'll have to find answers before one side wipes out the other.
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Honestly, I am glad you walked back from that precipice a little. While I am a proponent of mass casualty, I would hate to see people dying so early on and while we still have so much to examine.
[ Really, he had been hoping to find some like-minded individuals who, while they would work for their faction, would not abandon their suspicion and curiosity for zealotry. Finding it in John had been a surprise, and a pleasant one. ]
Does this mean your handsome fortifications are going to be torn down, though? They are... what is the phrase used in the future — ah, metal as fxck.
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[ he's starting to relax (despite set's energy) and actually appreciate the success. john had no idea if he would be any good at this. he's never needed to be because he's God and doesn't have to negotiate with people, so what a pleasant surprise. ]
And no, why tear them down now? They make people nervous.
[ the way he says it suggests this is a good thing. ]
They're everyone's bone walls now, and you're right.
[ they are metal as fuck thanks for noticing. ]
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It is a too-familiar, too-bold physicality. A sense of dominance and power play, naturally. Ultimately, if the man remains opposed to him, he'll just have to go! Right now, they're allies of interest! ]
Are you going to make the garrison out of bone as well, maybe? I think you ought to. Make it fucked up and WEIRD so everyone is on edge all the time!
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a very human part of him doesn't care about intentions and simply craves being close to someone else. he's been alone ever since the dust had started to settle and he realised there was no one left. it's never gotten better because time only makes it worse, as john has always held himself apart from all the others. mostly. flings never really counted.
but the people he had known the longest and had loved the most had taken advantage of that and used his weakness to betray him. he grows tense, like an animal that allows itself to be held but never stops being ready to escape as soon as there's an opening. his Discord — which has peaked following their ritual, a murder, and an extended period of time sitting next to claude — makes the feel of him abnormally cold in addition to the rest. ]
Isn't that the opposite of what we're trying to do? Is this you making good on your promise to sow chaos by doing it by proxy?
[ he's great at pretending something never happened. ignore. deflect. do not acknowledge. he's fine! everything is still a joke here!! ]