I do not want them in the authorities. They are no good there.
[ Silco is pragmatic. He is sharp. Like Set, he knows the lay of the land, because for all of his paranoia, for all of the outlandish claims he could make... In the end, he is right, because he has lived this life. Over, and over, and over. He's lived this since he was a boy, being called a sump rat and kicked to the curb. Being tossed in the mines to keep him out of trouble, and chased when he and Vander had tried to nick food or valuables to start their smuggling business. When they took Benzo, he'd wanted to fight them, because he knows they will always see them as merely trenchers. They shot them on the bridge, when they were uncontrollable, and unruly. When he'd thrown the molotov, they had attacked, because the violence could only go one way.
It's only when it's their violence that it's allowed.
That breeds anger. That breeds contempt.]
If we give them a place, they become complacent. If we give them the ability to be trained, they will have the mindset of the military. Order following, able to comply, steady meals and safety. Comfort.
[ He wants to see them earn it. ] That makes them tools of the government, in the end, even if they answer to you. They will have full bellies and warm beds.
Full bellies and warm beds do not make the type of desperation necessary for change. There is a violence that must happen, to incite it. To bring it about, they must suffer. They must earn those comforts, through clawing it out of the remains of their enemies.
[ He knew, because he'd seen the Zaun under Vander. Strained, but happy. Beds, bellies. They had been just comfortable enough that they could handle the violence leveled down on them. They had been just this side of complacent. It had taken a lot of anger, a lot of shaking up, to change it. To motivate people to take what they deserved. ]
I will not allow them to simply have it, when desperation will do more for our cause.
You need stronger motivation, then. Something more direct.
[ Like that, an idea forms between them. Born of two individuals who know that to resolve a systemic issue, one must sometimes be ready to burn the system down. What comes afterwards is not their strong suit β Set could be diplomatic, but was not a builder of societies or organizer of philosophies. Silco, well. He was brimstone, smoke, vision that saw far but never quite past the end. Something about him speaks to Set, on a level few others did. He feels the connection to Liem β a sweet hum, like a plucked harp string or a memory he hasn't yet formed. ]
Karterians are largely prim, as well as passive. With the Terra below destroyed, they will begin to run out of food β even the farm may not be enough to resolve the issue. The government has not yet issued rationing orders, which always preserve the upper class foremost and the lowest not at all.
[ This, ultimately, is why he had begun sowing the idea within Karterians that one day, they might have to use military strength. He had framed it as a means of defense against the other cities, lingering on the distant frontier, but now... perhaps, Karteria might become an oppressive force, seizing resources from those cities instead. ]
They need to be angry at the system before they begin to starve. That way, they are motivated to action. Which means, I may become a monster once again. What is the goal, Silco? We want to go home, yes. We may need to seize Patho-Gen's research and technology, in that case. Before they enslave us, and turn us into their new army.
[ Which, he takes NO BLAME for that. He bets that was in the cards long, long before he started sowing the pros of having a real military force. <3 ]
[ He doesn't disagree. With any of it, is the thing. ]
When they have enough, they become complacent. [ He knows it's the truth. He's seen it in his own people. ] I doubt the farms will even be enough, and the people here, they will cannibalize the lower-classes before they even begin to restrict those who make the rules themselves.
But before they begin to starve, they need to be whipped into a frenzy. Me and mine are getting there. They already resent the upper classes, but none of us are keen on starting a fight before they are ready, and ready they are not.
[ They aren't angry enough. Not driven enough. Not strong enough. ]
If you can become their monster, start dogging our tails, and getting them just motivated enough to start working against the military, we can work with that. They need to feel the danger, to start moving forward.
[ A beat. ]
Then we can look forward, to Patho-Gen, to getting home where we belong.
[ He needs to be there. Every day that passes away from Zaun is a day that Silco feels that loss in his heart. Every beat aches to be home, smell the rot and the filth, to see the gray hanging in the sky, and to hold his daughter close, and tell her that it's okay, that he came back, like he promised.
He had to hold to that vow. That he would never leave. ]
Then, how does this sound β I will begin to integrate the militia into supportive gestures. I will draw the line between the approved masses and the undercity you inhabit β teach them to regard you and yours as a "potential future threat".
[ He paces with ease, a languid and leonine thing that trails the scent of lush herbs and arid lands; spice and floral and deep, acrid smoke as if he exists to absorb Silco's presence and flush the world with him. The ease in which he tweaks and adjusts his ideas speaks to his own needs: a little more disorder, a lot more presence and self-importance, and a lack of consideration for a future for people who will not claw it forth from embers themselves. ]
Your own people will feel the pressure, long before the upper classes. I can help with that. We can keep food from them, by "overlooking" them. By blaming you, and some of the other Augmented you might feel confident would make good support system. They will be made to turn to you and your message.
[ Being a monster is second nature to him. A mask he has donned before, will don again, and offers up to Silco because it is a learned, habitual thing. A protective urge, a defense he needs to wear. Slowly, he approaches the other man with a hand offered to him. ]
But you, I will need something from personally. A bond, I think. We are to be in this together, right? Attending one another in clandestine meetings will keep us strong, while we control the outcome of our future. I will help you get home, Silco. I need the same β there is a promise I must keep.
[ Make them turn to him and his. He provides, and that will keep them coming to him. They will look to him as the support for the impoverished and lower classes, and in contrast to those above that withhold. They can perform raids, they can take what they cannot get. They have the smuggling means these days, with their connections in the drugs, and the pharmaceuticals.
They have the medications at cost, and they don't upcharge like Patho-Gen does. It is, in contrast, slower for profits, but they aren't powering as much. They're doing well, considering everything, and Silco knows how to make something from nothing. He'll continue to do so, despite if they are dogged, or if they are being excluded.
They can make something from that.
He nods. ]
You aim to imprint?
[ Would this be his first out of deliberation? Yes, he had agreed to Medarda's, but that had been in the moment, when he'd been shot in the street. But Set say something... that he understands. A promise he must keep, he says.
A twitch of his lips. ]
I have made a promise as well. It is why I must return, intact.
[ With this soul they gave him. He needs it, he knows, otherwise his wounds will open. But if he has it... he can... ]
We have the same goal, Set. To return to our worlds, and leave this one behind to rot and perish as is its fate. That is sealed, the question is whether we will survive despite this world's fate.
I think it the best way to clear the air between us.
[ Set's own ulterior motive is a raw thing, cautiously kept from those he has enforced a connection with; he would bare it specifically to Silco, to keep him properly informed. A partnership, rather than a conquest or a tactical selection. Because of the fact that they have a similar need to return. While Set does not mind the idea of ferrying Karterians to his land, he refuses to do so as an enemy of Egypt β he would sooner rip his Augmenter out and meet his demise on the planet, than allow them access to his innate connection to the arid, hostile lands of his realm. To be wielded, a weapon again, by a hand other than
other than
other than, in ugly truth, Osiris. ] Of any lingering doubts, I mean.
[ To give one another purpose, and protection of their own against the addictive power of the Natural Soul within. ]
I would see everything burn, before I allowed this world to parasitize my own. Karterians are like locusts, feeding on the grain of others as temporary reprieve from their encroaching fate. This world will fall. They will seek refuge upon another. It will not be mine. And, if you accept my imprint β I will ensure it not be yours, either.
[ Silco's lips almost peel back in a snarl. Clear the air, he says, as if he has done anything to allow for doubt. Has he not complied? Has he not gone along with him, and done business as asked?
They are aligned in this. In this they have the same goal. Return to their home, whatever promises they are that link them together. Set does not know that what drives Silco is something that pulls him back from death, like a corpse rising from the water, he will make it back. He must make it back. More than anything, more than the bleeding wounds from his belly, nothing would bar him from Jinx.
Whatever it was that motivated Set, it must be something similar.
What else could motivate someone so doggedly? ]
I do not doubt what is necessary, Set. I will do anything to return, but I want this world to Burn in our wake. For taking us. For trying to take what is ours.
[ He holds out a hand to him. ]
For the prize of returning? I would accept your imprint.
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[ Silco is pragmatic. He is sharp. Like Set, he knows the lay of the land, because for all of his paranoia, for all of the outlandish claims he could make... In the end, he is right, because he has lived this life. Over, and over, and over. He's lived this since he was a boy, being called a sump rat and kicked to the curb. Being tossed in the mines to keep him out of trouble, and chased when he and Vander had tried to nick food or valuables to start their smuggling business. When they took Benzo, he'd wanted to fight them, because he knows they will always see them as merely trenchers. They shot them on the bridge, when they were uncontrollable, and unruly. When he'd thrown the molotov, they had attacked, because the violence could only go one way.
It's only when it's their violence that it's allowed.
That breeds anger. That breeds contempt.]
If we give them a place, they become complacent. If we give them the ability to be trained, they will have the mindset of the military. Order following, able to comply, steady meals and safety. Comfort.
[ He wants to see them earn it. ] That makes them tools of the government, in the end, even if they answer to you. They will have full bellies and warm beds.
Full bellies and warm beds do not make the type of desperation necessary for change. There is a violence that must happen, to incite it. To bring it about, they must suffer. They must earn those comforts, through clawing it out of the remains of their enemies.
[ He knew, because he'd seen the Zaun under Vander. Strained, but happy. Beds, bellies. They had been just comfortable enough that they could handle the violence leveled down on them. They had been just this side of complacent. It had taken a lot of anger, a lot of shaking up, to change it. To motivate people to take what they deserved. ]
I will not allow them to simply have it, when desperation will do more for our cause.
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[ Like that, an idea forms between them. Born of two individuals who know that to resolve a systemic issue, one must sometimes be ready to burn the system down. What comes afterwards is not their strong suit β Set could be diplomatic, but was not a builder of societies or organizer of philosophies. Silco, well. He was brimstone, smoke, vision that saw far but never quite past the end. Something about him speaks to Set, on a level few others did. He feels the connection to Liem β a sweet hum, like a plucked harp string or a memory he hasn't yet formed. ]
Karterians are largely prim, as well as passive. With the Terra below destroyed, they will begin to run out of food β even the farm may not be enough to resolve the issue. The government has not yet issued rationing orders, which always preserve the upper class foremost and the lowest not at all.
[ This, ultimately, is why he had begun sowing the idea within Karterians that one day, they might have to use military strength. He had framed it as a means of defense against the other cities, lingering on the distant frontier, but now... perhaps, Karteria might become an oppressive force, seizing resources from those cities instead. ]
They need to be angry at the system before they begin to starve. That way, they are motivated to action. Which means, I may become a monster once again. What is the goal, Silco? We want to go home, yes. We may need to seize Patho-Gen's research and technology, in that case. Before they enslave us, and turn us into their new army.
[ Which, he takes NO BLAME for that. He bets that was in the cards long, long before he started sowing the pros of having a real military force. <3 ]
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When they have enough, they become complacent. [ He knows it's the truth. He's seen it in his own people. ] I doubt the farms will even be enough, and the people here, they will cannibalize the lower-classes before they even begin to restrict those who make the rules themselves.
But before they begin to starve, they need to be whipped into a frenzy. Me and mine are getting there. They already resent the upper classes, but none of us are keen on starting a fight before they are ready, and ready they are not.
[ They aren't angry enough. Not driven enough. Not strong enough. ]
If you can become their monster, start dogging our tails, and getting them just motivated enough to start working against the military, we can work with that. They need to feel the danger, to start moving forward.
[ A beat. ]
Then we can look forward, to Patho-Gen, to getting home where we belong.
[ He needs to be there. Every day that passes away from Zaun is a day that Silco feels that loss in his heart. Every beat aches to be home, smell the rot and the filth, to see the gray hanging in the sky, and to hold his daughter close, and tell her that it's okay, that he came back, like he promised.
He had to hold to that vow. That he would never leave. ]
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[ He paces with ease, a languid and leonine thing that trails the scent of lush herbs and arid lands; spice and floral and deep, acrid smoke as if he exists to absorb Silco's presence and flush the world with him. The ease in which he tweaks and adjusts his ideas speaks to his own needs: a little more disorder, a lot more presence and self-importance, and a lack of consideration for a future for people who will not claw it forth from embers themselves. ]
Your own people will feel the pressure, long before the upper classes. I can help with that. We can keep food from them, by "overlooking" them. By blaming you, and some of the other Augmented you might feel confident would make good support system. They will be made to turn to you and your message.
[ Being a monster is second nature to him. A mask he has donned before, will don again, and offers up to Silco because it is a learned, habitual thing. A protective urge, a defense he needs to wear. Slowly, he approaches the other man with a hand offered to him. ]
But you, I will need something from personally. A bond, I think. We are to be in this together, right? Attending one another in clandestine meetings will keep us strong, while we control the outcome of our future. I will help you get home, Silco. I need the same β there is a promise I must keep.
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They have the medications at cost, and they don't upcharge like Patho-Gen does. It is, in contrast, slower for profits, but they aren't powering as much. They're doing well, considering everything, and Silco knows how to make something from nothing. He'll continue to do so, despite if they are dogged, or if they are being excluded.
They can make something from that.
He nods. ]
You aim to imprint?
[ Would this be his first out of deliberation? Yes, he had agreed to Medarda's, but that had been in the moment, when he'd been shot in the street. But Set say something... that he understands. A promise he must keep, he says.
A twitch of his lips. ]
I have made a promise as well. It is why I must return, intact.
[ With this soul they gave him. He needs it, he knows, otherwise his wounds will open. But if he has it... he can... ]
We have the same goal, Set. To return to our worlds, and leave this one behind to rot and perish as is its fate. That is sealed, the question is whether we will survive despite this world's fate.
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[ Set's own ulterior motive is a raw thing, cautiously kept from those he has enforced a connection with; he would bare it specifically to Silco, to keep him properly informed. A partnership, rather than a conquest or a tactical selection. Because of the fact that they have a similar need to return. While Set does not mind the idea of ferrying Karterians to his land, he refuses to do so as an enemy of Egypt β he would sooner rip his Augmenter out and meet his demise on the planet, than allow them access to his innate connection to the arid, hostile lands of his realm. To be wielded, a weapon again, by a hand other than
other than
other than, in ugly truth, Osiris. ] Of any lingering doubts, I mean.
[ To give one another purpose, and protection of their own against the addictive power of the Natural Soul within. ]
I would see everything burn, before I allowed this world to parasitize my own. Karterians are like locusts, feeding on the grain of others as temporary reprieve from their encroaching fate. This world will fall. They will seek refuge upon another. It will not be mine. And, if you accept my imprint β I will ensure it not be yours, either.
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They are aligned in this. In this they have the same goal. Return to their home, whatever promises they are that link them together. Set does not know that what drives Silco is something that pulls him back from death, like a corpse rising from the water, he will make it back. He must make it back. More than anything, more than the bleeding wounds from his belly, nothing would bar him from Jinx.
Whatever it was that motivated Set, it must be something similar.
What else could motivate someone so doggedly? ]
I do not doubt what is necessary, Set. I will do anything to return, but I want this world to Burn in our wake. For taking us. For trying to take what is ours.
[ He holds out a hand to him. ]
For the prize of returning? I would accept your imprint.