[ Perplexing instructions, but the scent of Silco upon the written note makes it far easier to follow them β one of the reasons he had always enjoyed physical mediums, was that everyone left their soul's stain upon what they interacted with. And his nose, the monstrous thing that it was, could rip apart a scent to its atomic and metaphysical property to follow a trail right to the origin. ( Composing taunting missives to enemy generals that required a response due to the "rules" of engagement that Set, himself, flaunted and manipulated. Baiting rivals with scrolls of hearsay and lies and slander so that they might rip parchment to shred and leave themselves upon the scraps thrown to the winds. )
No, locating Silco is not impossible. He smells delicious, and oddly familiar β poison and oilslick, the rasp of a blade and the salt of his sweat buried below thousands of tons of earth and rubble and the wrath in the marrow of his bones. He brings the instructions with him, the soft scratch of paper being folded and scored crisply by the edge of a sharp, hooked talon heralding his arrival within the hour. ]
What do you think, partner of mine? As you know, my own goal is twofold: to locate and seize the means by which we can return to our homelands, and to utterly eliminate the naughty sect of Patho-Gen. I will not stand for their continued existence, and the threat they even potentially pose our worlds. That, and they annoy me.
[ He's pro-Augmented, after all. Even if he disparages some of them. :) ]
[ Silco is easy to find. The smell of him stands out compared to this place, even as Set moves through the "blocked" door that opens so easily, and into the underground. He stands out even here, or rather, he compliments it. Silco's smell of poison and wrath, blood and that acrid underlying smell of something electric and alien. It melds with the cool, damn smell. This tunnel behind the door is tile, finely wrought, but Silco waits at the entrance.
To allow him to be led deeper within. ]
They annoy me as well. [ He says it with no lack of amusement. ]
Not only do we need to contend with return, and prevent them from following, but there are other concerns as well.
The method by which they control us. How to infiltrate the mountain. Patho-Gen's secrets should be opened to us.
Certainly you recognize it? The method. It is just their ability to Call us, amplified by the Augmenter embedded within our bodies.
[ He'd come to that decision about what it was soon after the Karterian people had begun to overstep their boundaries, curiosity overtaking their sensibilities. They liked their beasts to be silent and complacent β would it be any wonder that the slow dehumanization of their Augmented would one day yield new beasts of burden and domestic fare? The same way he had long suspected the orchards and farmlands might be populated by old Terra-souled, only to find them clustered and fed upon below ground. It would be a decision he would make for his people, naturally. ]
I have been encouraging them to be concerned with "external threats". Once they begin the descent into viewing outsiders as dangers, I see no reason they cannot be coerced toward viewing their own as such. If Karteria will not free us here, nor allow us to go home unhindered and unweaponized... I imagine burning it all down a viable strategy.
[ Unlike some bleeding hearts, his world and its longevity, its sanctity and protection, will always come before another's own. He doesn't care how callous or monstrous that makes him appear to be. He is a god, and a Terra, and has long since seen civilizations rise and fall. He and his siblings had reset existence many a time β drowning humanity in floods, and recreating them anew. It's not a stretch for him to consider wiping out Karteria, if possible. ]
I came here to see where best you would like to apply our strategy next, Silco.
[ He had not, because Silco had avoided it. He'd fought encountering it, both from Patho-Gen and himself. The prospect of being forced to follow orders leaves him with a nauseating feeling. Something that he can't imagine encountering, without feeling something maddening fill him.
He shakes his head. ] We need to find how they are amplifying it. It's more than simply the augmented. I hear they have devices.
I want to find a way around the Call. To fight it.
[ Because it's Silco. Because the idea of someone having power of him like that makes him sick. ]
We need them to see the lower classes as an enemy. Uncontrollable.
Perhaps we should find a way to get them to start recognizing the power that others have upon us. Make them fear what could happen. Fear them, and how much we clearly support them over the upper classes.
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The letter is welcome, as a form of communication. Set even receives something back, in Silco's neat script.
The courier went to where he was, which happened to be the surface, so the instructions to Set seem odd: ]
Face to face would be best. Water's Edge, near [landmark]. Look for the blocked door.
[ This sort of business should be in person. ]
i probably should have italicized that lmao
No, locating Silco is not impossible. He smells delicious, and oddly familiar β poison and oilslick, the rasp of a blade and the salt of his sweat buried below thousands of tons of earth and rubble and the wrath in the marrow of his bones. He brings the instructions with him, the soft scratch of paper being folded and scored crisply by the edge of a sharp, hooked talon heralding his arrival within the hour. ]
What do you think, partner of mine? As you know, my own goal is twofold: to locate and seize the means by which we can return to our homelands, and to utterly eliminate the naughty sect of Patho-Gen. I will not stand for their continued existence, and the threat they even potentially pose our worlds. That, and they annoy me.
[ He's pro-Augmented, after all. Even if he disparages some of them. :) ]
there are never rules in formatting
To allow him to be led deeper within. ]
They annoy me as well. [ He says it with no lack of amusement. ]
Not only do we need to contend with return, and prevent them from following, but there are other concerns as well.
The method by which they control us. How to infiltrate the mountain. Patho-Gen's secrets should be opened to us.
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[ He'd come to that decision about what it was soon after the Karterian people had begun to overstep their boundaries, curiosity overtaking their sensibilities. They liked their beasts to be silent and complacent β would it be any wonder that the slow dehumanization of their Augmented would one day yield new beasts of burden and domestic fare? The same way he had long suspected the orchards and farmlands might be populated by old Terra-souled, only to find them clustered and fed upon below ground. It would be a decision he would make for his people, naturally. ]
I have been encouraging them to be concerned with "external threats". Once they begin the descent into viewing outsiders as dangers, I see no reason they cannot be coerced toward viewing their own as such. If Karteria will not free us here, nor allow us to go home unhindered and unweaponized... I imagine burning it all down a viable strategy.
[ Unlike some bleeding hearts, his world and its longevity, its sanctity and protection, will always come before another's own. He doesn't care how callous or monstrous that makes him appear to be. He is a god, and a Terra, and has long since seen civilizations rise and fall. He and his siblings had reset existence many a time β drowning humanity in floods, and recreating them anew. It's not a stretch for him to consider wiping out Karteria, if possible. ]
I came here to see where best you would like to apply our strategy next, Silco.
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He shakes his head. ] We need to find how they are amplifying it. It's more than simply the augmented. I hear they have devices.
I want to find a way around the Call. To fight it.
[ Because it's Silco. Because the idea of someone having power of him like that makes him sick. ]
We need them to see the lower classes as an enemy. Uncontrollable.
Perhaps we should find a way to get them to start recognizing the power that others have upon us. Make them fear what could happen. Fear them, and how much we clearly support them over the upper classes.