Tired is another. I want this ship to stop with its floods and breaches and to stop pulling the dead, dropping them here, then dropping them back without anything, without warning when they stop being interesting.
You're strange. I remember Lark liked you. And you're very...focused. Mm. Mortal language doesn't really have the right words.
I was a prisoner for a very long time, in a place far worse than this. The Admiral has not broken any of his promises to me. But you are a prisoner too. So I am listening.
Trevor answers, opening the door for Kahl to enter. The room is cozy now, warm without being overbearing. It's the rural cabin Collins put in against Trevor's permission months ago, now repurposed into a forge, chemical, and munitions stronghold.
He walks to the center of the room, where he's using a firepit to grill food.
"Yes," Kahl says simply. He wonders if he is supposed to elaborate; he supposes Trevor must feel the same. It's difficult, though; there's so much instinct and intuition around his nature that he's never had to put into words before.
"Protection and destruction are both...very broad. There's things I can do and things I can't, and some that I won't. I won't do it for you. But the thing about making tools is, they're much better if their maker know exactly what they're meant to do."
"Mmn." He considers the realm of vengeance, and nods a little.
"I think I know what you're talking about. If I profess what I want to do in the name of vengeance, would you be able and willing to lend me some of your tools?"
"Trouble is that I don't...I have a lot of plans. I'm more of an 'adapt as they come' kind of person. Specifically because there are mind-readers here, some of them not on my side. So it's important to not have one plan I'm rigidly stuck to, because that'll be countered immediately."
He exhales, frustrated at his own lack of knowledge in the magical arts.
"I saw the warden-only post, or parts of it that weren't locked down further. I know there are some evil things being planned for me. And I know the people who I really don't have much of a counter for, even if I had all the time in the world."
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Tired is another. I want this ship to stop with its floods and breaches and to stop pulling the dead, dropping them here, then dropping them back without anything, without warning when they stop being interesting.
Do you care?
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But I find it interesting that you care.
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I was a prisoner for a very long time, in a place far worse than this. The Admiral has not broken any of his promises to me. But you are a prisoner too. So I am listening.
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Thanks.
I know this place is not as terrible as most other prisons. I lived outside for years: the showers here are a godsend.
But it’s still a cage. We aren’t allowed to leave it. Even death can’t offer respite.
I guess what I’m saying is that I’d like your help to change things. Maybe shove captivity back into the face of another god.
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[He is, despite himself - despite the little sliver of idealism - intrigued.]
I am not the god of changing things for the better. I'm the god of stabbing the guy who fucked with you.
So. What is it you want my help to do?
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[a hollow laugh]
Sounds like I came to the right person.
I want to stab the Admiral. I don't really know how to do that, yet. But I'm stubborn and ready to learn.
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Don't you have a plan?
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So what do you need?
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Would you rather meet in person?
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[Literally.]
I'll come to you.
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[Literally]
Sounds good. Cabin 616.
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He walks to the center of the room, where he's using a firepit to grill food.
"Hungry?"
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"So. You needed details."
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"Protection and destruction are both...very broad. There's things I can do and things I can't, and some that I won't. I won't do it for you. But the thing about making tools is, they're much better if their maker know exactly what they're meant to do."
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"I think I know what you're talking about. If I profess what I want to do in the name of vengeance, would you be able and willing to lend me some of your tools?"
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He's literally never considered it before, but he knows it's true. It feels right as he says it, like a bell rung in his chest.
"But I don't know what's useful for the plan if I don't know it. Gods aren't mind-readers, you know."
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"Trouble is that I don't...I have a lot of plans. I'm more of an 'adapt as they come' kind of person. Specifically because there are mind-readers here, some of them not on my side. So it's important to not have one plan I'm rigidly stuck to, because that'll be countered immediately."
He exhales, frustrated at his own lack of knowledge in the magical arts.
"I saw the warden-only post, or parts of it that weren't locked down further. I know there are some evil things being planned for me. And I know the people who I really don't have much of a counter for, even if I had all the time in the world."
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Timeskip to Sleeps??
Sounds good!
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