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โ To Commune with Set is to stand barefoot in an endless, scorching desert. The sun illuminates all, scalding the shadows themselves out from underneath whomever enters his dominion; the arch of gentle, distant, waves of sand mask the precarious chasms, towering dunes akin to mountains. The sense of vastness, timelessness, is of particular notice, lending itself to the alien, eldritch quality of his mind. There is a dark storm in the distance, and you know intimately that this divine being is far from benign. You cannot bargain with a force of nature. You can only survive it. |
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He alights through the stone, and immediately finds his way to the other man. His strange friend, a man who โ for all intents and purposes, has always been similar to him. Painfully similar, to the point where Set has willingly and knowingly impressed his own responses to pain upon him, thought that their will was identical ( and was losing, on that end ). Still, he goes to Silco and isn't shy about ensuring he is seen, before he reaches his hand out and touches it to the scars on the man's face. A brief pass of his fingers, as he visibly sniffs the air like an animal.
Picks up on it, the way he had with Amos. And pulls back, sharp and thoughtful to go for the throat and learn. ]
And what does Jinx mean to you, now?
[ Has he changed beyond recognition? Does he prioritize someone else, now? Himself? Yima? ]