open

[inkindled]

WHO: Matthias, Nikos, Salvio (tbd if Doki, Val, and Darras will get open stuff. how did I get all of these characters) + YOU
WHAT: just open stuff, man
WHEN: NOW
WHERE: various
NOTES: tiny bit of self-harm but it's so small and it gets fixed so fast

Comments

[sulahnan]

[ For someone who is constantly assumed to be far younger than she is, there's a fun novelty to the joke skewing in the other direction. Even though yes, she knows, it is a joke.

She still has a good chuckle about it as she takes Batty back to his perch. ]

Oh yeah, like what?

...Other than Kostos' face.

[exsecutus]

[He rolls his eyes. How dare she try to appeal to him with violence against his twin brother, who he typically wants to do violence to. How presumptuous.]

That saying of yours would be better directed at institutions. Not people. People change all the time. It is the bastions of power that declare themselves unbendable monoliths. Unable to change to suit real needs.

[sulahnan]

Like the Chantry.

[ A far cry from a silly man refusing to pet a cuddly bat, but she doesn't disagree. Clearly. ]

[exsecutus]

[He gestures, like ta-dah.]

The Chantry. Governments. Monarchies. The systems of title and inheritance. What little change is managed has only ever been the same system in a different robe.

[sulahnan]

[ With Batty deposited back on his perch and the fruit basket emptied, she returns to stand before him, attentive. ]

So how do we get 'em to break?

[exsecutus]

[Nikos scrapes his hand against the corner of the wall one last time, somewhat roughly. The nip of pain is very small, but welcome, and now there isn't any birdshit on his hand any longer.]

Is this really a conversation you're interested in having, in the morning, in the rookery?

[sulahnan]

You're the one who brought it up, [ easy, breezy, affable, ] and there's no time like the present, right? But if you'd rather wait until after dark, in the dungeon...

[ (The dungeon being the vertical opposite of the rookery.) She shrugs and starts to move past him to leave. ]

I'll still be interested in having it.

[exsecutus]

[Caspar is the one who believes in people. Or rather, Caspar is the one who can see that people are worthy of believing in. He picks that part out, takes a chance, gives the pitch and presents the ideas and says it all sensibly--not always calmly, and Nikos likes Caspar best when he is passionate, articulating the ideas he wants so badly to believe in.

The part that Nikos has trouble with is the part with the people. The People. Everyone is so disappointing. When he looks at Athessa, he's ready to be disappointed. All right, but what would Caspar see? Strings to pluck. The right words that make that string hum.]

Riftwatch is a shit place to talk revolution. [Like speaking of disappointing.] Taverns are better.

[sulahnan]

[ She can't help but smile to herself for a moment before she turns, looking at him from however-many steps down the stairs. ]

Alright. [ Prompting. When and where, buckaroo? ]

[exsecutus]

I'll contact you.

[Not smiling. But that's not surprising.]

And don't tell my brother. He'll have a fit.

[sulahnan]

[ Athessa grins and resumes her downward trek. ]

Hardly a deterrent, but fine. See ya whenever.