[immediately, once the bodies are revealed, alia slips away to begin her plans. the teams mean little; the core of her alliances are now dead or sleeping.
and so:] Lord of the Red Sands, I would have your ear, for a time.
[ he hates that alia was captured before, that her beautiful reign of carnage was stopped long before she could show the true length of her teeth. now... he knows the benefit of deals made in the dark. ]
Lady of Frogs, and distant kin of mine.
My ear is yours to have. How might I assist you, in these dark, familiar hours?
I have no names, yet. Will your justice prefer the form of death, or a vote in favor of removal? I would ensure you do as you desire, Alia. Curtailing appetites is not my concern.
More than that, are you able to summarize the conversations and focuses within your group's chat? I assume they have one. [ "summarize it" aka i'll skim the chat and be able to icly know info ]
Death. If not prior to imprisonment, after. I will not suffer these slights again. Paul is my brother, my soul, my life. Homelander is my heart's companion, these last few months. I was not permitted to act, last time these games were played.
I will curtail myself, until the culprit is found. I will summarize these discussions, but be forewarned: they are largely meaningless. My team is full of babbling and idiocy. I would place stock in the words of Tim, Gale and Silco. No others.
[ Someone Set had thought would be a rival, who rapidly became one of the only mortals to be able to understand the hunger to be loved, to have a family, to be powerful and unstoppable. To have been restrained, humiliated. ]
someone I count myself lucky to have met.
I do not have many friends, or allies. I am poor at socializing, my values and ways are different than mortals', and I can be cruel, capricious. I have to sell myself in this game of wolves because I am not [ Nice. Or funny. Or easy to get to know. ] palatable.
He never made me do that. And he is fun to fight alongside and against. I just want him on his feet again — I want him to see the end of this game, and conquer it.
[alia is quiet, not because she is disinterested, but because it gives her much to consider. set's story is her own -- homelander recognizing his cruelty, his joy, his unique inhumanity and celebrating it.
her story is not one she shares easily. but, in a spirit of mourning, of grief, of a man they both love:] I was not meant to be born, as I was. My mother drank the Water of Life and I was awakened in her womb, given the memory of thousands and thousands of wise, powerful, calculating Bene Gesserit past. It ought to have killed me.
It made me as you are. Cruel, capricious. I killed my first man before I could walk. I sat in splendor over a temple of violence and bloodshed. My mother's order called me abomination. [a beat.] My mother left the planet to escape me, her mistake.
Homelander did not ask me to make myself small or palatable. He relished my strength, my inhuman self. My vicious, bloodied soul, all my power was to be celebrated. With him I was not abomination. I was radiant.
I would see him conquer this game. I would see his retribution on his murderer and I would join him in it.
[ she is a strange creature, even to him. mortals should never hold the weight of memory, the way she now does — it reminds him sorely of his own soul, existence: a vast, dark sea of all he was or will be, and the "him" that presents before the eyes of all merely exists as the current wave washing upon the shores. ]
My mother, the night sky and all her stars, has always been distant to me. Compared to my siblings, I worry something happened between us to make me the same to her... as you are to yours. I do not know what that could have been, or if — this is simply how I was made.
Homelander is like us. That is why we feel so strongly towards him, I know it. I would see you both thrive, and be happy in it.
I may have to recant my words, Alia. They seem to have been spoken in haste and hope, and I had forgotten I am allowed neither.
The one who would revive Homelander — my request is a pale choice compared to another's and I have little to offer of worth to anyone. I am honestly tired of begging and selling myself for the attentions of others. Rest though, I assure you: you will be happier, no matter what comes of this.
[he may not respond, but alia will not allow the last word to not be her own:]
We are hopeless, ageless things, Lord of the Sands. My alliance is yours, regardless of what you may or may not give.
We are too akin, too alike for me to turn aside. I have little to offer you, but the words of my planet, my home, once the words of your own: kun bikhayr ya 'iilah alharba.
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and so:] Lord of the Red Sands, I would have your ear, for a time.
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Lady of Frogs, and distant kin of mine.
My ear is yours to have. How might I assist you, in these dark, familiar hours?
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now two of the bodies lying covered are dear to her, and set's grief sings like the eternal shift of sands they both know.]
My brother is dead. The man I shared body and bed with is too. The fact of their return is immaterial; justice must be done.
Give me a name and set me against them and I would exact it.
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I would ensure you do as you desire, Alia. Curtailing appetites is not my concern.
More than that, are you able to summarize the conversations and focuses within your group's chat?
I assume they have one. [ "summarize it" aka i'll skim the chat and be able to icly know info ]
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I will not suffer these slights again. Paul is my brother, my soul, my life. Homelander is my heart's companion, these last few months. I was not permitted to act, last time these games were played.
I will curtail myself, until the culprit is found. I will summarize these discussions, but be forewarned: they are largely meaningless. My team is full of babbling and idiocy.
I would place stock in the words of Tim, Gale and Silco. No others.
[sorry to your mans, set.]
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And if it helps
I may have secured Homelander's return, next round.
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If this is done at your word, I will swear my allegiance, as I have done for none besides my brother, God of War.
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It is a good thing. I had always imagined him upon our dunes. It fits.
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[ Someone Set had thought would be a rival, who rapidly became one of the only mortals to be able to understand the hunger to be loved, to have a family, to be powerful and unstoppable. To have been restrained, humiliated. ]
someone I count myself lucky to have met.
I do not have many friends, or allies. I am poor at socializing, my values and ways are different than mortals', and I can be cruel, capricious. I have to sell myself in this game of wolves because I am not [ Nice. Or funny. Or easy to get to know. ] palatable.
He never made me do that. And he is fun to fight alongside and against. I just want him on his feet again — I want him to see the end of this game, and conquer it.
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her story is not one she shares easily. but, in a spirit of mourning, of grief, of a man they both love:] I was not meant to be born, as I was. My mother drank the Water of Life and I was awakened in her womb, given the memory of thousands and thousands of wise, powerful, calculating Bene Gesserit past. It ought to have killed me.
It made me as you are. Cruel, capricious. I killed my first man before I could walk. I sat in splendor over a temple of violence and bloodshed. My mother's order called me abomination. [a beat.] My mother left the planet to escape me, her mistake.
Homelander did not ask me to make myself small or palatable. He relished my strength, my inhuman self. My vicious, bloodied soul, all my power was to be celebrated. With him I was not abomination. I was radiant.
I would see him conquer this game. I would see his retribution on his murderer and I would join him in it.
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My mother, the night sky and all her stars, has always been distant to me. Compared to my siblings, I worry something happened between us to make me the same to her... as you are to yours. I do not know what that could have been, or if — this is simply how I was made.
Homelander is like us. That is why we feel so strongly towards him, I know it. I would see you both thrive, and be happy in it.
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I may have to recant my words, Alia. They seem to have been spoken in haste and hope, and I had forgotten I am allowed neither.
The one who would revive Homelander — my request is a pale choice compared to another's and I have little to offer of worth to anyone.
I am honestly tired of begging and selling myself for the attentions of others.Rest though, I assure you: you will be happier, no matter what comes of this.[ and he will not respond again ]
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We are hopeless, ageless things, Lord of the Sands.
My alliance is yours, regardless of what you may or may not give.
We are too akin, too alike for me to turn aside. I have little to offer you, but the words of my planet, my home, once the words of your own: kun bikhayr ya 'iilah alharba.