[ Sebastian's reading is, 'whelming. And to it, Set's response is a wry: ]
Incredibly dull. What is existence without a challenge?
[ To him, it sounds as though fate has little desire to enrich Sebastian's habitat at all. Though, that isn't to say that something or someone aside from fate might provide such opposition. He does consider the offering of stories, though his eyes narrow and roll slightly when he hears that they are from the mouths of humans; fallible things, whose histories are a bit like a game of 'pass it along', inevitably straying from the truth of things. As if they could grasp the truth of things, with finite minds and finite existences. They lived and died, and their consciousness was honed for such experiences; while Set, and Sebastian, were old and immortal -- and thus, they were built differently.
After a few more rounds, drawing his way through Lovers and Hanged Man with a hissing 'tch' and a few other cards, he holds his hand out to stop Sebastian from drawing any further cards the moment that he lays down the Fool, Upright. ]
That's your win. The rules of the Last Dance's game state that the Fool has the potential to grant victory or defeat, as even a 'zero' can upset the balance of all things, no matter the score as it stands.
[ He's not upset by the loss. Really, what he's upset by is how maat has lain out some precognitive story about his relationship with power, about how his will will be his weapon. He's not stupid, he is suspicious and clever in his own way. A trickster by design, growing steadily into such a role over time. ]
-- much more fun than fighting for Sand, isn't it?
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Incredibly dull. What is existence without a challenge?
[ To him, it sounds as though fate has little desire to enrich Sebastian's habitat at all. Though, that isn't to say that something or someone aside from fate might provide such opposition. He does consider the offering of stories, though his eyes narrow and roll slightly when he hears that they are from the mouths of humans; fallible things, whose histories are a bit like a game of 'pass it along', inevitably straying from the truth of things. As if they could grasp the truth of things, with finite minds and finite existences. They lived and died, and their consciousness was honed for such experiences; while Set, and Sebastian, were old and immortal -- and thus, they were built differently.
After a few more rounds, drawing his way through Lovers and Hanged Man with a hissing 'tch' and a few other cards, he holds his hand out to stop Sebastian from drawing any further cards the moment that he lays down the Fool, Upright. ]
That's your win. The rules of the Last Dance's game state that the Fool has the potential to grant victory or defeat, as even a 'zero' can upset the balance of all things, no matter the score as it stands.
[ He's not upset by the loss. Really, what he's upset by is how maat has lain out some precognitive story about his relationship with power, about how his will will be his weapon. He's not stupid, he is suspicious and clever in his own way. A trickster by design, growing steadily into such a role over time. ]
-- much more fun than fighting for Sand, isn't it?
[ Coyly asked. ]