Okay yeah it's not a perfect metaphor, but like. Your warlock patron is a god of peeking secrets, I just think if it works like any other kinda bad boss, maaaaybe it's not showing you the whole executive summary? It's not like you knew when you started plotting your End Times that you'd get put in a bird cage and left to rot, right?
[Well, if he didn't think he was wrong before he's certainly confident of that now.]
It... kinda seemed like the Fourteen-umverate are like-- it's eldritch, right? When you have spooky scary Colours From the Dark that hate people, and the people who do make contact get the full Weekend at Bern-thulhu'd by them into trying to set off the end times so their specific hydra wins?
The Powers aren't conscious actors; not for the most part. They're a primal force, feeding instinctively off the ancient and innate fear response that exist in most species-- and humans are a prime source of that. They have no specific will of their own, other than to feed.
Those of use who choose to serve them do just that-- we choose to align ourselves with them, usually because we have enough in common with them to begin with. The idea that one of the Fears would string it's avatars along-- [ he stops, shakes his head. it's hard to put into words just how inconceivable it is in most cases. ]
The only one I might see doing so is the Web. It's more aware of itself than the others.
You know, what, actually, I'm gonna stick with my evil parasite mould theory. Cos, like- mould still eats, and you can kinda sorta work out what it's doing from observation alone, but can you really work out what it's truly thinking? How much of the mould you're seeing on the surface is the whole kit and kaboodle, and how far down do its weird little mushroom tentacles really go?
[It's very much petulant, but he's also getting frustrated at Elias as well.]
Forgive me for running with the whole "everything is the same, even when it's different" side of the Fears in my 101 notes.
But hey, Corruption - you can't tell me that you wanting to know literally everything didn't corrupt parts of your life, huh? That's like- obsession, or whatever, bugs and stuff under your skin. Hasn't the Eye done that to you?
You mean, perhaps, in the way that I tend to have relationships only to inevitably use them in service of the Eye? Or the loss of my humanity? Or the fact that I really don't care what happens to other people?
What do you want from me? You already know all the words, the problem is you don't think anyone here's actually worth a genuine damn outta you except Jon, and he's pissed at you because you set his entire brain on fire!
Congratulations, you've solved my riddle! The basic premise for not being an evil dick is legitimately just to care about people!
It doesn't even have to be everyone, that's way too many people. Just like ten-- five people who you would genuinely feel bad about doing something bad to them, and not because them dying or being mad at you is an inconvenience in your wicked schemes or some shit.
[ some part of elias would like to argue that there are far more than five people on board that he's on very polite and cordial terms with-- who he'd never actively seek out to harm without cause.
but he's self-aware enough to realise that this isn't what eiffel means. ]
For the record, I wouldn't count the Archivist as one, by that definition.
[...well, shit. That's an actual outright victory he's just gotten from Elias. It's literally the last thing he was expecting, and the surprise - pleasant as it is - is evident in his voice.]
...huh. I mean- okay, yeah, awesome, sure. Uh-- good luck, cadet.
[Yeah that's ruined it hasn't it. Ah well, nice while it lasted.]
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[And he actually sounds sympathetic.]
I mean, an eye can't look inside its own head, right?
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elias groans and drops his face into his palms ]
That's--
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I-- that isn't how the Powers work. They aren't-- that is to say, it isn't--
[ he stops. gathers himself. ]
Tell me how it is that you think the fourteen Fears work, exactly?
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[Well, if he didn't think he was wrong before he's certainly confident of that now.]
It... kinda seemed like the Fourteen-umverate are like-- it's eldritch, right? When you have spooky scary Colours From the Dark that hate people, and the people who do make contact get the full Weekend at Bern-thulhu'd by them into trying to set off the end times so their specific hydra wins?
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Those of use who choose to serve them do just that-- we choose to align ourselves with them, usually because we have enough in common with them to begin with. The idea that one of the Fears would string it's avatars along-- [ he stops, shakes his head. it's hard to put into words just how inconceivable it is in most cases. ]
The only one I might see doing so is the Web. It's more aware of itself than the others.
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[ his voice takes on a flat tone. his warden has clearly made up his mind and elias is rapidly running out of energy trying to change it. ]
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[It's very much petulant, but he's also getting frustrated at Elias as well.]
Forgive me for running with the whole "everything is the same, even when it's different" side of the Fears in my 101 notes.
But hey, Corruption - you can't tell me that you wanting to know literally everything didn't corrupt parts of your life, huh? That's like- obsession, or whatever, bugs and stuff under your skin. Hasn't the Eye done that to you?
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You mean, perhaps, in the way that I tend to have relationships only to inevitably use them in service of the Eye? Or the loss of my humanity? Or the fact that I really don't care what happens to other people?
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Oh, right, uhhhh...
Don't be an asshole? And I'm keeping "turning you human" on the table for the future. I still feel like you'd learn something!
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[ don't be an asshole, are you serious ]
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[ he likes that almost as little as the thought of being forcibly made human ]
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It doesn't even have to be everyone, that's way too many people. Just like ten-- five people who you would genuinely feel bad about doing something bad to them, and not because them dying or being mad at you is an inconvenience in your wicked schemes or some shit.
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[ it's hard to tell whether that's Elias accepting the challenge or being incredulous at it. he isn't sure himself. ]
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but he's self-aware enough to realise that this isn't what eiffel means. ]
For the record, I wouldn't count the Archivist as one, by that definition.
[ just so they're all on the same page. ]
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Look, just. Think about it. You don't even have to tell me if you don't want, just. Try?
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I'll--
[ pause. saying I'll consider it while having decided isn't something people who want to get off this ridiculous prison ship do. ]
Attempt it.
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...huh. I mean- okay, yeah, awesome, sure. Uh-- good luck, cadet.
[Yeah that's ruined it hasn't it. Ah well, nice while it lasted.]
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If there's nothing else, I do have other things I should be getting to.
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