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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[ 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. )