A Matter of Reputation

[sulahnan]

WHO: Athessa, Byerly, Mhavos, Silver
WHAT: Talking about Propaganda!
WHEN: Early Harvestmere
WHERE: Diplomacy Office
NOTES: Content warnings, OOC notes, links to other relevant posts, etc.

Mhavos made the appointment, so who knows what Byerly is expecting from this meeting. Athessa actually sits normally in her chair, though whatever energy that usually bids her to sit improperly manifests in her leg bouncing up and down.

It's one thing to pay Byerly a visit, and another entirely to be talking to him in his professional capacity as Lord Ambassador.

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[sulahnan]

“How you lie, how your deeds are false, how you deserve no praise. Attributing evil to you and demanding to know why you weren’t better. I thought you might’ve been talking about— But I misread it, I guess.”

Waving it off, distractedly. It’s hard to think about all these things at the same time. She’s bound to make mistakes.

A huff of breath, and she looks at Byerly.

“What if I have the final say, instead of you or Mhavos? Since you don’t trust him, and we don’t want the final word to come from someone other elves might not trust. Cute little ears or no, most elves won’t know you from Maferath, and while any humans who read it probably wouldn't think twice about it, the concern that a human has made alterations to the events will probably be kind of hard to ignore.“

[bouchonne]

"Have you been believing that my plan is to, what, go through and rewrite huge swaths?" His voice is a little dry. "Take it away from you and burn parts and release it without your consent? I know that's what that fellow - " Mhavos - "Seemed to be anticipating, but I hope that you know me a bit better."

[sulahnan]

"I do know you better than that," she agrees, genuinely. "But I have to think about how it would be perceived by people who don't know you. Or, by people who only think they know you, because they know your reputation or your family name. Or people who only know Riftwatch, and how that might affect their perception."

She shrugs, letting her arms fall loose at her sides after it.

"It's a lot."

[bouchonne]

Dryly, "Do you anticipate that I would be signing my name to the document?"

[sulahnan]

"I don't know! I'm not a writer, I've never done anything like this before, I don't even think I'm half as inspiring as Mhavos thinks I am," the words tumble out, and any hope of keeping this Professional™ tumble with them, out and away. She laughs once, self-effacing.

"I'm just... I dunno. Trying to do something right and not let anyone suffer for my good intentions."

[bouchonne]

A moment, and then he lifts one shoulder. "I think," he says, frankly, "that you may be overthinking this a bit. Propaganda pieces are not uncommon. They come through my office, and I sign off on them. This may feel as though it has higher stakes, because it is a propaganda piece that centers on your life, but it really is no different from any other. If you're talking maudlin about people suffering for your good intentions, you've built this up too much, I suspect."

[sulahnan]

Well. That actually does make her feel better, at least. She lets out a heavy breath and splays her hands.

"You're probably right. That's why I wanted Mhavos to help, 'cos he doesn't do this—" A vague gesture. "—emotional fluttering that I do. He's level. And I asked Bastien, because he knows stories, and he's level, and he told me to ask you, because it's your professional capacity, and—

"I mean you know me, I can't even sit in a fucking chair properly." Athessa laughs and drags both hands down her face, leaving them on her cheeks to sigh and just sit with what a mess she is for a moment.

[bouchonne]

By lifts an eyebrow, and uses his pinky finger to gesture towards himself - one arm slung over the back of the chair, his leg coming up to rest on the chair-arm.

"I can't either. Is that a sign of emotionality?"

[sulahnan]

"Maybe it's a sign of deviance," she jokes, because the term bisexual disaster is fully anachronistic. "But you manage to do it while being taken seriously, at least."

[bouchonne]

A hum of skepticism. "Somewhat seriously," he allows. "The key is, I suspect, is to cultivate an air of sinister ill-intent."

[sulahnan]

"Doesn't bode well for me, then."

Sigh. Doomed to be cute forever.

"I'm gonna go find Mhavos," she says, jutting her thumb toward the door. "When do you wanna have a little chat with Silver? Before or after we've got something to show you?"

[bouchonne]

"Before," Byerly says placidly. "The fellow will come up with clever ideas, I have no doubt."

[sulahnan]

That's that, then. Athessa nods and makes some excuse for why Byerly should be the one to set up the meeting — he's a busy man, after all, as is Silver. It's up to the busy ones to find time to confabulate. And with the excuse made, she sees herself out.