[ She says, that there is something wrong in this world. She feels it too. She can see it, as clear as day. As Set is a Savant, she is an Iconoclast, someone who aches to rip the old and put together anew into a shape that was more durable. Reformation through destruction. She had done just that in her own world -- guided by Catherine herself -- and she would do so here, if she is allowed the place to it. She was also... somewhat a Savant, or there was the path for her to be so. Just like Set, she wanted to find the intricacies and pull them apart. Figure out what there was in there, and use it. They were a pair that worked in a way, the intercessor who would rend the world asunder to make it better, and the god that explored the mysteries within.
In a way, there were parts of the both of them, reflected in one another. ]
Is it a surprise, that a world that collects the refugees to it, would be stable? The fact that we are brought here alone is proof that this world is broken. This amount of power being brought to this world can only go poorly, unless we find a way to temper it.
[ Her fingers find the edge of his shard, and her thumb caressed it, instinctively. Akua's shard is apparent at her left breast, above her heart. A place that should be obvious, for though she was a villain, her heart was eternally on her sleeve. ]
I promised to make you who you are meant to be, Set. I will not step from that promise. My guidance is not kind -- has never been kind -- but I will make you who you are to help temper this world. Things are out of balance, and it is you who will help delve into their secrets, and rip them out, and bear them for the world to see.
[ A pause, and she leaned forward, if Set wished, he could touch her shard as well, for they were already close. Silco is probably somewhere like "gross" ]
What did you find, in this warehouse? What secrets lie hidden by our own faction?
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[ She says, that there is something wrong in this world. She feels it too. She can see it, as clear as day. As Set is a Savant, she is an Iconoclast, someone who aches to rip the old and put together anew into a shape that was more durable. Reformation through destruction. She had done just that in her own world -- guided by Catherine herself -- and she would do so here, if she is allowed the place to it. She was also... somewhat a Savant, or there was the path for her to be so. Just like Set, she wanted to find the intricacies and pull them apart. Figure out what there was in there, and use it. They were a pair that worked in a way, the intercessor who would rend the world asunder to make it better, and the god that explored the mysteries within.
In a way, there were parts of the both of them, reflected in one another. ]
Is it a surprise, that a world that collects the refugees to it, would be stable? The fact that we are brought here alone is proof that this world is broken. This amount of power being brought to this world can only go poorly, unless we find a way to temper it.
[ Her fingers find the edge of his shard, and her thumb caressed it, instinctively. Akua's shard is apparent at her left breast, above her heart. A place that should be obvious, for though she was a villain, her heart was eternally on her sleeve. ]
I promised to make you who you are meant to be, Set. I will not step from that promise. My guidance is not kind -- has never been kind -- but I will make you who you are to help temper this world. Things are out of balance, and it is you who will help delve into their secrets, and rip them out, and bear them for the world to see.
[ A pause, and she leaned forward, if Set wished, he could touch her shard as well, for they were already close.
Silco is probably somewhere like "gross"]What did you find, in this warehouse? What secrets lie hidden by our own faction?