[ She wondered, when he called himself Necrolord Prime, how he would stack up against the Hidden Horror himself. Given that they are in some strange space separated from a planet entirely, and perhaps in the Stars themselves, she wonders if Neshamah for all of his power, would hold a candle to John Gaius. He had been powerful enough that her continent's armies had gathered en masse to fight him, suffered heavy losses, and very barely came out from the skin of their teeth. Then again, the rest of Creation (her world) had not been concerned with stopping him.
Neshamah was selfish. He had pursued surviving the Last Dawn, and nothing else. He had no ambitions beyond that, or perhaps...ambitions such as that would have burned him out in the same way they had Dread Empress Triumphant — may she never return — And that had been enough for him.
This man, this John Gaius, she thought, may be Better, and wasn't that an incredible thought? They had given so much, sacrificed too many lives to simply take on the Hidden Horror, and were left with destruction in the end anyway? Well, Akua assumed the destruction, but how could she do anything else?
Her thoughts are cut short, as they enter, and this person -- red hair, fury, she lists crime, after crime, after Crime. She lists them off as if they are insurmountable, and while Akua knows that if this were her world, she would have been forced to eliminate John -- if the winds of Providence did not already -- it was not out of the fact that this man -- this Necrolord Prime -- was a Villain.
Which meant it was her purview to guide, not this...angry, slobbering milksop, who kept going, and going, and going. ]
Oh, do shut up.
[ she said, and it is directed to Wake, before there's the ring of an audible, airy slap as a thick wave of it slapped her on the mouth. ]
I do detest prattling.
This doesn't quite look like you, John. Have you been using a glamor? [ It could have been him, for all she knew, at one time. ]
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Neshamah was selfish. He had pursued surviving the Last Dawn, and nothing else. He had no ambitions beyond that, or perhaps...ambitions such as that would have burned him out in the same way they had Dread Empress Triumphant — may she never return — And that had been enough for him.
This man, this John Gaius, she thought, may be Better, and wasn't that an incredible thought? They had given so much, sacrificed too many lives to simply take on the Hidden Horror, and were left with destruction in the end anyway? Well, Akua assumed the destruction, but how could she do anything else?
Her thoughts are cut short, as they enter, and this person -- red hair, fury, she lists crime, after crime, after Crime. She lists them off as if they are insurmountable, and while Akua knows that if this were her world, she would have been forced to eliminate John -- if the winds of Providence did not already -- it was not out of the fact that this man -- this Necrolord Prime -- was a Villain.
Which meant it was her purview to guide, not this...angry, slobbering milksop, who kept going, and going, and going. ]
Oh, do shut up.
[ she said, and it is directed to Wake, before there's the ring of an audible, airy slap as a thick wave of it slapped her on the mouth. ]
I do detest prattling.
This doesn't quite look like you, John. Have you been using a glamor? [ It could have been him, for all she knew, at one time. ]