If you dare to be familiar, by all means. Do it with all your heart, at least. Anything less and I will take offense.
[ Takasugi's a manipulator, but something about him stirs every mean, conniving bone in Set's body. Maybe it's that competitive urge? It's what encourages him to lean in, lengthening his neck as he scents delicately at the space where he'd slipped his teeth into the other redhead's flesh — and Takasugi might experience a little spark of something. In such close proximity, and with that imprint simmering between them, it's obvious that Set feels deeply smug.
The parchment tapped upon his chest breaks the overpowering fixation, and Set takes a step back and to the side to permit Takasugi into his room. It looks the same as it did when he'd first entered — devoid of personal belongings or touches, as if Set had only just moved in, or was not connected to the space whatsoever.
( And he's not. Wandering soul that he is. )]
Did you have fun with it? Or will this be a technical document I could have obtained from Father Talbott, instead?
[ he teases, all teeth and blooming, red flowers in the dim lighting of his room; a crimson threat that purposefully shuts the door behind them and smiles just as syrup-slow ]
( he feels the spark, the way it spreads across his neck and all the way to his fingertips like wildfire. his eyes flutter for a moment, showing pain, as if he's about to grimace and flatten his long ears out for the closeness. but takasugi envisions himself rigid and holds still, recalling all those times he let another deity talk dirt instead of flowers his way. there's no room for mistakes or showing weakness here, as much as this strange link makes him want to react.
the smile on his face flickers only briefly, strained.
he's testing his luck here, but when wasn't he? he was meant for greatness, so he might as well push it.
... Is that so? Then, I suppose I'll make myself at home.
( takasugi strolls in, every step of his heavy sandals in this empty room creating an echo so intense for him right now that it feels like he might as well be walking through a cave. cheeky as ever, he takes a seat upon an abandoned chair, crossing his legs. it's easy to see that it isn't lived in. was the valentia too measly of a home for someone so exalted? well, whatever. )
It's been a while since I bothered with something so conservative. My own militia was a bit more unorthodox, always ready to party no matter where we were. Eventually, I lost my title as general because of a few things here and there. Well. Let's just say the higher-ups didn't quite get my more forward-thinking approach.
( laid out flat on the nearby table, it looks like so. i did my best. )
[ Could anyone blame him, for being such a deadly-mad amalgamation of aspects that sometimes it appears as though he is all animal instinct, as violent as a storm? He stands a strange, fey things at the best of times — clearly possessed of emotion and sentiment that can be influenced and affected as if he were human, yet simultaneously graced with logic that is beyond mortality.
He waits by the door, purposefully testing the waters by blockading the exit with his own body. Takasugi takes a seat with purpose, and that seems enough to draw the god in. He crosses the room to lean over the table and review the contract, it's so cute abbey ]
Your legislation is far different than how I commanded my soldiers. "Subject to the oversight of the public" has to go. These individuals are already viewed similarly to us and the lower classes — useful to exploit, but outstaying their former need. I will not see them under the will of people who already see them as valueless. They are still members of the government, in partnership with me.
[ He declares it boldly, proudly even. Not a scrap of hesitance in laying claim to something unwanted. He wants them. He will take obvious pride and delight in them, raise them, educate them. Drive them to madness, probably. ]
We should throw them a party, though. The style you used to have with your own — or do you not miss the experience? I like forward-thinking, after all. Innovation is best.
Then feel free to strike it out, of course. It won't be my militia. But as much as catering to those with "higher positions" in society is undesirable for the common folk, it's also an inevitability to be taken seriously, isn't it? Not that I would ever comply myself. They would need a full-on revolution, not just a militia.
( the second question gets a smirk out of him. )
A party like my Kiheitai used to have? Now we're talking. But it wasn't anything divine, that's for sure. Just a lot of drinks and plenty of company. Good times all around, where anyone, regardless of their status, was allowed to join in the festivities. The noise would get so out of hand that they often got told to head for another tavern, but I was hardly ever there.
Speaking of revolution. What is the message being sown among Karteria's lower ranks to stir them toward malcontent? If there is a way to better it, I am not uninterested in seeding that field.
[ Set calls it like it is, because he is not an idiot; he knows there is a class war brewing, and right now, it's behind a banner he isn't thrilled with. With his eyes narrowing and smile growing mean, he reaches for a pen in order to scratch out the bit he doesn't like. The audacity of a god is notable, in the way that he simply works to mold the conversation and its outcome to whatever suits him. Still, his attention is sharp upon what Takasugi says, how he says it. He remains standing at the side of his little table, pen pressed to his full lower lip in thought. ]
I think the style of revelry your Kiheitai partook in could be good, for the Karterians. They are so repressed, I fear it has stifled their ability to grow and flourish. [ A pause. ] Though, a commander who does not dwell among his people... not ever? What better things did you have to do, that you did not strengthen your bond that way?
It wasn't my choice to make. Even a prodigy like myself had someone's backwards rules to answer to.
( he says it plainly. with little emotion. )
A couple morons beneath me got in over their heads, and then I found myself dismissed. Which is exactly why I made that little suggestion, you know, considering where the Augmented fall. You can't make everyone fall in line. The spontaneity keeps things interesting.
( all this flattery concerning his kiheitai. but that's what this god wishes to establish, isn't it? a militia that looks beyond class differences, and something more, if their goal is what he suspects it is.
but let it be similar. it'll make things easier, if he finds himself less in the center and more on the opposite side of the river down the line. )
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[ Takasugi's a manipulator, but something about him stirs every mean, conniving bone in Set's body. Maybe it's that competitive urge? It's what encourages him to lean in, lengthening his neck as he scents delicately at the space where he'd slipped his teeth into the other redhead's flesh — and Takasugi might experience a little spark of something. In such close proximity, and with that imprint simmering between them, it's obvious that Set feels deeply smug.
The parchment tapped upon his chest breaks the overpowering fixation, and Set takes a step back and to the side to permit Takasugi into his room. It looks the same as it did when he'd first entered — devoid of personal belongings or touches, as if Set had only just moved in, or was not connected to the space whatsoever.
( And he's not. Wandering soul that he is. )]
Did you have fun with it? Or will this be a technical document I could have obtained from Father Talbott, instead?
[ he teases, all teeth and blooming, red flowers in the dim lighting of his room; a crimson threat that purposefully shuts the door behind them and smiles just as syrup-slow ]
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the smile on his face flickers only briefly, strained.
he's testing his luck here, but when wasn't he? he was meant for greatness, so he might as well push it.
... Is that so? Then, I suppose I'll make myself at home.
( takasugi strolls in, every step of his heavy sandals in this empty room creating an echo so intense for him right now that it feels like he might as well be walking through a cave. cheeky as ever, he takes a seat upon an abandoned chair, crossing his legs. it's easy to see that it isn't lived in. was the valentia too measly of a home for someone so exalted? well, whatever. )
It's been a while since I bothered with something so conservative. My own militia was a bit more unorthodox, always ready to party no matter where we were. Eventually, I lost my title as general because of a few things here and there. Well. Let's just say the higher-ups didn't quite get my more forward-thinking approach.
( laid out flat on the nearby table, it looks like so. i did my best. )
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He waits by the door, purposefully testing the waters by blockading the exit with his own body. Takasugi takes a seat with purpose, and that seems enough to draw the god in. He crosses the room to lean over the table and review the contract, it's so cute abbey ]
Your legislation is far different than how I commanded my soldiers. "Subject to the oversight of the public" has to go. These individuals are already viewed similarly to us and the lower classes — useful to exploit, but outstaying their former need. I will not see them under the will of people who already see them as valueless. They are still members of the government, in partnership with me.
[ He declares it boldly, proudly even. Not a scrap of hesitance in laying claim to something unwanted. He wants them. He will take obvious pride and delight in them, raise them, educate them. Drive them to madness, probably. ]
We should throw them a party, though. The style you used to have with your own — or do you not miss the experience? I like forward-thinking, after all. Innovation is best.
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( the second question gets a smirk out of him. )
A party like my Kiheitai used to have? Now we're talking. But it wasn't anything divine, that's for sure. Just a lot of drinks and plenty of company. Good times all around, where anyone, regardless of their status, was allowed to join in the festivities. The noise would get so out of hand that they often got told to head for another tavern, but I was hardly ever there.
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[ Set calls it like it is, because he is not an idiot; he knows there is a class war brewing, and right now, it's behind a banner he isn't thrilled with. With his eyes narrowing and smile growing mean, he reaches for a pen in order to scratch out the bit he doesn't like. The audacity of a god is notable, in the way that he simply works to mold the conversation and its outcome to whatever suits him. Still, his attention is sharp upon what Takasugi says, how he says it. He remains standing at the side of his little table, pen pressed to his full lower lip in thought. ]
I think the style of revelry your Kiheitai partook in could be good, for the Karterians. They are so repressed, I fear it has stifled their ability to grow and flourish. [ A pause. ] Though, a commander who does not dwell among his people... not ever? What better things did you have to do, that you did not strengthen your bond that way?
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( he says it plainly. with little emotion. )
A couple morons beneath me got in over their heads, and then I found myself dismissed. Which is exactly why I made that little suggestion, you know, considering where the Augmented fall. You can't make everyone fall in line. The spontaneity keeps things interesting.
( all this flattery concerning his kiheitai. but that's what this god wishes to establish, isn't it? a militia that looks beyond class differences, and something more, if their goal is what he suspects it is.
but let it be similar. it'll make things easier, if he finds himself less in the center and more on the opposite side of the river down the line. )