[ The sound of leaves ruffling soft in a breeze follows his otherwise silent arrival, as god of war and Augmented of verdant life alights nearby the Exo. Despite the horrors visited upon a number of his imprints ( Eleanor, Liem ) and the struggle he was now facing as one, the brash and feral idiot he was ( TAKASUGI ), had to deal with electroshock "therapy", he looks no worse for wear. Strong, health and immeasurably confident in himself despite the worsening views of Terra-type Augmented. He exudes it: the drive to accomplish his task, the foresight to have long prepared for it — heedless of opposition, or obstacle.
Maybe, that is why he finds it easy to go to Felwinter. Despite that he's taciturn and reluctant to bond — for good reason, Set assumes — the fact remains that a desert god is the culmination of eons and eons of erosion. Even mountains become part of him, as fine-grained sands, in the end. Why rush anything? ]
There is a naughty boy we are being hired out en masse to deal with. I think he ought to be convinced to join the militia, and I bet you and I would be effective recruiters. Come with me. It is better than seeing you struggle under whatever weight continues to haunt you, my kindred spirit.
[Is it so obvious that he's struggling? Felwinter had assumed that he'd distanced himself enough to avoid drawing too much notice to it. Busied himself enough that it didn't look like he was wallowing. He's not sure whether it's the breaking of an imprint that had thrown him so off-balance, or the fact that he had been leaning so heavily on said imprint as he navigated the his grief and guilt over the deaths of the Iron Lords.
He fixes his unexpected visitor with a level stare, impassive as always. Guarded.]
You've overlooked one very important detail: I am an Exo. No Karterian would listen to what I have to say. You'd do better to ask someone else.
[And that's all there is to it. Why would Set ask something like this of him in the first place? It almost feels like the commission is just an excuse to seek him out. "Lonely beings need pestering the most." Wasn't that what he had said?]
What's so special about this boy that he would warrant your personal attention?
I do not care what they think — I am not Karterian. I am the god of war, who seeks a companion sound of mind and experienced in these matters. You are my counsel, not theirs. It has to be you.
[ It's quite obvious that Set is enamored with Felwinter's existence, in the way that someone who always seeks new knowledge and experiences can only be. Impassioned, curious, without reservation as he aims to embrace that which defines the man's life and relationships. He's reminded of Eleanor, when he sees Felwinter; their inorganic nature ( even though Eleanor's was partial ) very, very similar to his own, for he was not flesh and blood either. Just sand.
He descends toward Felwinter, reaching his hand out to seize at the other's wrist and tug at him. Determined, but also unstoppable in his attentions. ]
The boy? He is a loser. Pathetic, spoiled, rotten. The kind of child that needs to be scolded thoroughly for living such a lackluster life.
[ He sounds like he hates the kid, wtf. Except for: ] I love those kinds of children. They deserve structure and routine that serves to strengthen their confidence and provide them with life skills they can rely on as adults. All children exist to be raised well and given opportunity, because children are proof of love.
[ Is the reason not obvious enough, by that? Set, for all his feral ways and rudeness, is a father. ]
[Set is a stubborn creature, but that's a familiar thing to Felwinter. Was there ever a Lightbearer, alive or dead, who wasn't impossibly stubborn? He doesn't try to break free when Set grasps at him, but he remains an immovable object, his expression unchanging.
It has to be you. What a strange thing to say. Felwinter's knowledge of militias is nominal, of mortals even less. And of children?]
Lightbearers do not have children. I do not know how to give counsel on something I have no knowledge of.
[It's not that he's never seen a child before. There were children in the village at the foot of his mountain. At the keep of the Warlord Shaxx, where he had stayed for a number of weeks. In the City they had built in the shadow of the Traveler. Shaxx acted out old plays for them. The Saint carried them on his shoulders, and had them sing for him in return. Zavala had adopted a boy, once, and outlived him.
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[ The sound of leaves ruffling soft in a breeze follows his otherwise silent arrival, as god of war and Augmented of verdant life alights nearby the Exo. Despite the horrors visited upon a number of his imprints ( Eleanor, Liem ) and the struggle he was now facing as one, the brash and feral idiot he was ( TAKASUGI ), had to deal with electroshock "therapy", he looks no worse for wear. Strong, health and immeasurably confident in himself despite the worsening views of Terra-type Augmented. He exudes it: the drive to accomplish his task, the foresight to have long prepared for it — heedless of opposition, or obstacle.
Maybe, that is why he finds it easy to go to Felwinter. Despite that he's taciturn and reluctant to bond — for good reason, Set assumes — the fact remains that a desert god is the culmination of eons and eons of erosion. Even mountains become part of him, as fine-grained sands, in the end. Why rush anything? ]
There is a naughty boy we are being hired out en masse to deal with. I think he ought to be convinced to join the militia, and I bet you and I would be effective recruiters. Come with me. It is better than seeing you struggle under whatever weight continues to haunt you, my kindred spirit.
no subject
He fixes his unexpected visitor with a level stare, impassive as always. Guarded.]
You've overlooked one very important detail: I am an Exo. No Karterian would listen to what I have to say. You'd do better to ask someone else.
[And that's all there is to it. Why would Set ask something like this of him in the first place? It almost feels like the commission is just an excuse to seek him out. "Lonely beings need pestering the most." Wasn't that what he had said?]
What's so special about this boy that he would warrant your personal attention?
no subject
[ It's quite obvious that Set is enamored with Felwinter's existence, in the way that someone who always seeks new knowledge and experiences can only be. Impassioned, curious, without reservation as he aims to embrace that which defines the man's life and relationships. He's reminded of Eleanor, when he sees Felwinter; their inorganic nature ( even though Eleanor's was partial ) very, very similar to his own, for he was not flesh and blood either. Just sand.
He descends toward Felwinter, reaching his hand out to seize at the other's wrist and tug at him. Determined, but also unstoppable in his attentions. ]
The boy? He is a loser. Pathetic, spoiled, rotten. The kind of child that needs to be scolded thoroughly for living such a lackluster life.
[ He sounds like he hates the kid, wtf. Except for: ] I love those kinds of children. They deserve structure and routine that serves to strengthen their confidence and provide them with life skills they can rely on as adults. All children exist to be raised well and given opportunity, because children are proof of love.
[ Is the reason not obvious enough, by that? Set, for all his feral ways and rudeness, is a father. ]
no subject
It has to be you. What a strange thing to say. Felwinter's knowledge of militias is nominal, of mortals even less. And of children?]
Lightbearers do not have children. I do not know how to give counsel on something I have no knowledge of.
[It's not that he's never seen a child before. There were children in the village at the foot of his mountain. At the keep of the Warlord Shaxx, where he had stayed for a number of weeks. In the City they had built in the shadow of the Traveler. Shaxx acted out old plays for them. The Saint carried them on his shoulders, and had them sing for him in return. Zavala had adopted a boy, once, and outlived him.
These things do not come naturally to Felwinter.]
If I can help you, I will. But not with this.