tushanshu_logs | [EVENT] A NEW WORLD ORDER

Characters: ALL!
Date: December 8, 2015 (with some starters for the following weeks)
Location: Keeliai, the Midnight Hotel, others
Situation: The Foreigners have awakened.
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.

They've been in the Dreaming for so long that when they wake up their bodies feel more like automatons, alien and ill-fitting. They haven’t atrophied, thanks to Milyn, but they’re stiff and a little bedsore, and the solidity of the Life Plane is jarring. Here, the surroundings don’t move on a whim. Here the world is more stable, almost harsh and unyielding in spite of the homey surrounds.

It’s been a year, says the clock on the mantle and on the second floor. Says Milyn, too, when she’s able to stop hugging them long enough to speak.

Nothing much has changed in the Midnight Hotel. There are dishes out of place, objects belonging to either Milyn or Eva in evidence, the diorama exactly where it had been but now brightly-painted thanks to Milyn's boredom. Milyn and Eva took a room each, in the time the Foreigners were sleeping, though neither used them much.

Eva’s upstairs, Milyn will tell anyone who asks. In her room.

Eva hasn't left that room in three days. She hasn't spoken in three days, either, or walked, or moved, or breathed. Her effects are neatly arranged around her bed, and the sheet has been pulled up. There is heavy incense in the room and Milyn has managed to preserve the body enough to remove the risk of too much mess (and other things). In a way, that makes it worse: as though Eva is sleeping. It’s difficult to tell whether Milyn is in denial or whether spending three days with no one to talk to other than sleeping Foreigners and a corpse has had its influence.

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Perhaps it was human centric to make those judgements, but in Dante's experience, the humans were usually the better people, despite all of there many flaws. A might makes right society can only end one way, and that's with one of the kedan deciding he's god and stamping out everyone who opposes him. In a way, he's sympathetic to those on the lower end, but he can't help but think that they'd do the same thing, given the chance.

The kedan was taken aback by the accusation, but wasn't backing down. Law and order had broken down, after all. But he was on the ropes, and that was a good thing.

"I'd call it risky. I gotta wonder how everyone else is going to feel when they find out this guy's been hording a bunch of their crap." Hell, I wonder how many of the locals have stuff you took here. I'm sure if we tell enough people, someone will be pissed off enough to come charging down here."

Good cop bad cop is a surprisingly fun game to play. Though Dante's not sure which one of them is the good cop here. Oh well.

That certainly is true, yes. Given a tyrant, or a group of them, the people will denounce him, silence him, and, in their turn, take actions that are much the same, both to depose the tyrant, and to make certain that no others think of rising up, or sneaking around back and just getting rid of someone in power, or getting someone else to do it, or.... Or any other number of means to that end, really. The point, when it comes down to it, is that tyranny naturally begets rebellion, and that, for all the good righteous rebellion does, and is, for all of its amazing power, and its beauty it becomes the purview of everyone, to ensure that power rests exactly where it should, with the people, and does not give anyone the chance to establish such heavy power again.

And, all right, as much as Enjolras is aware that this is NOT his place to judge the kedan and does not like to be that person, he cannot help but be dismayed by what's happened, anyway.

Maybe that is part of the reason he is not backing down either, and nodding as Dante speaks.

"True. And seeing as there ARE so very many of us, probably several someones. There is not exactly any way that I can see this ending well. "

That's an observation, really, more than a threat; he's careful to keep the emphasis there.

"Bad business ethics are one thing, I guess, as long as people get away with them. But once bad publicity spreads...I do not know about everyone, but I can't see most people wanting to risk buying stolen goods. You may upset the wrong person and then everything falls apart. If I heard that a shop was dealing in those, I'd be afraid of accidentally buying something of a Snake's. Who knows what they might do, if they suspected that was possible?"

He's not sure of his side of that to be quite honest, either, but Enjolras does enjoy it, all the same.

Sadly, power falls out of the hands of the people all too often. Those with the courage to rise up against tyranny are all too often too self-righteous to hand over power to whom it belongs. They think too highly of themselves, and become the very tyrants they were striving to overthrow. Perhaps this is how the families came to power: well-meaning kedan began to stick up for themselves, and then next thing they knew, they had the shell under their thumbs. Dante knew one such well-meaning tyrant personally, and he had no desire to be that guy. All he wants is some god damn respect for personal property.

And then the threats worked. The kedan shopkeeper looked to be in a tizzy, but at least bewildered enough to listen. "Look, just tell me what you want to keep your mouths shut, okay?"

"Ah, now we're talking." Dante wasn't much for reasoning, but threats? He could do threats. It really did help that there was someone else more knowledgeable to back up what he was trying to insinuate, though. He'll have to thank Enjolras somehow later. "I need that teapot you have right there. Thanks."

It comes back to the idea that came to Enjolras back in the library dreaming world during the last landfall, when Enjolras was speaking to Midii of the July Revolution. They had spent so much time planning for revolution, and not enough for Republic. It's that sort of problem that lends itself, again to the the idea that even those who rebel with the purest of intentions do not know exactly what to do with the power they gain. The idea that they might abuse it is proved here.

Enjolras did not find it inevitable, and he did actually believe that, had France had her moment either then, or two years later, a republic would have risen, but not all places are France, particularly places where that sort of rule has not been used in a long time. Depressing as it was, this was not much of a surprise when it comes down to it, really.

Enjolras, having looked things over and found nothing he recognized from any lists, or memory, simply turned a beatific smile on the shopkeeper. "I think you've made a good decision." He said, nodding toward Dante to show that he supported that choice. "Thank you for that."

To play devil's advocate, sometimes ousting the oppressors is too urgent to spend too much time planning. Sometimes you get lucky, but sometimes history repeats itself. It's all a matter of whetehr or not the cost in human lives is worth that chance that it will go well.

Dante gestured to the items to silently encourage him to milk this little opportunity, but when Enjolras nodded indicating that he was okay with everything, he winked back to the shopkeeper. "Oh, and by the way? If you answer to anyone, best to say we were never here."

True enough. In the case of 1830, and then 1832, Enjolras maintains that planning for what came next could have been the best idea. His own lack of planning during the last time resulted in the deaths of the three men he had most wanted to leave behind to help shape the Republic to come, so that's a definite problem. Here, those rules may be quite different, of course. When there is gang power and the like, it DOES make things much harder. As for the cost of lives, well, sometimes it is necessary to spend those, although Enjolras carefully weighs each one before paying up and finishing the transaction so to speak. It takes evaluation though,even if it is of the quickest sort.

"Not at all." Enjolras agrees, his smile wide and very charming, on the surface. "And thank you, for your service."

Dante had never concerned himself with human politics for exactly this reason. His job was to kill those that might cause an upset in the balance of power in the first place. Otherwise, live and let live, he supposed. But right now, these gangs were not letting him live, and that was a problem.

He nodded to Enjolras, and made his way out the door. The second they left, he turned back, with the same unflinching flippancy. "Well, this is going to be one fun reunion, if this is how they see us."

A pretty big one actually. The sort of problem that had the potential to unite them all again, though he was not sure they'd come apart yet after Malicant. All the same, he wished, just once, that problems of the sort they'd returned to were simpler things. It was like he'd told Sokka though, time to get to work, indeed.

He snorted there, at Dante's words, though the honesty was quite refreshing all the same. "And this before we've even been here very long. I can hardly wait to see where we might stand next month."

[EVENT] A NEW WORLD ORDER

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