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tushanshu_logs2014-12-07 07:23 pm
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[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.
LINKS
Dreaming log | Foreigner's Awakening (Hotel) | Milyn’s Relief | Exploring Keeliai | Old & New Faces (Canon Updates/New Arrivals) | OOC: State of the Shell
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.
LINKS
Dreaming log | Foreigner's Awakening (Hotel) | Milyn’s Relief | Exploring Keeliai | Old & New Faces (Canon Updates/New Arrivals) | OOC: State of the Shell
Re: going for the gold in Denial and Rationalization
Specifically myself, and specifically the time and place, certainly no. [The answer to that first question comes easily enough, at that. ]
But no one tied up in Templar business, either those in the order or those who work for them, is so naive as to think they'll not be caught up with eventually. And no Assassin dares to think that he's above being fed an aconite cocktail along with his wine if he lets his guard down for too long, so that...works two ways.
[Well. Arno likes to think that he, personally, is above such things, but Mirabeau, even Mirabeau fell prey to poison, albeit not given to him by a Templar. It's a chilling thought, and a reminder that even the brightest can be taken by surprise. He's...keeping it in mind, or trying to, these days.]
I was recruited in the Bastille and inducted into the brotherhood after its fall, actually. The man died, and the assassin was born.
[So far, Arno's been speaking of the brotherhood and its role with a certain sense of assurance, but there is more pride in his words now, and a reassurance creeping into his posture. Thinking of that moment keeps him centered, even when he thinks of how it all turned out.]
It's funny, but you sound so much like the last lecture our council gave me, oddly enough. Throw in something about my personal vendetta being against the values of the brotherhood and...
[Arno shrugs, not certain how to go on, straightaway.]
Well. They hold a few standards I haven't measured up to yet, and you have pointed out most of them. Congratulations, are in order, I assume.
[The smile Tony gets is far from sincere, along with the little bow that Arno tosses in there, though they don't actually last, and there's a moment, just one, where he looks almost tired by this act.]
We live in contradictions, and I won't deny it. Sometimes we make mistakes, but, on the other side, we're talking about Templar world domination. Each sacrifice, all of the blood I've spilt...if it keeps that from coming, and might save a few people from dealing with corruption in the first place, not to mentioning punishing the guilty, well, that's worth it.
In a Just world, maybe not. [He'll cop to at least that much, the idea that in a better world, one without templar and assassin struggles, things could be different, but that is something he has never really known.]
But it isn't a just world. It is France. [And therein lies the difference.]
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Who are these Templars? How are they trying to take over the world? Why? [And then there was that thing about assassination targets being 'tied up in Templar business'...] Is this seriously just two competing secret societies trying to kill each other off?
[The face Tony's making is falling somewhere between baffled, skeptical, and judgmental. WTF, Arno. WTF.]
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At the moment, and in France, they've orchestrated an entire revolution. Once they place one of their own in total control, well. When I say that they mean to do this...have you heard much of a New World Order? They do not only want political gains, though those are good, they mean to influence thought itself. And there are, in fact, means to do it, artifacts from the ancient days left behind, that in the wrong hands, or any hands, really, could prove...very bad.
[He realizes how this sounds, and that it's going off track into a discussion of Evil Templars, which is, well, not entirely the truth. Arno's killed as many as most of them, probably more than Elise has killed, actually. All that said, though...
I sound a bit as though I were in some sort of a délire paranoïde, but when a group attempts to control everything, down to the thoughts of their general public, it does become hard to let go of the notion. The ideal state of the world is one in which they gain control over a world filled with sheep.
It is less about us trying to kill each other off than it might seem, given our name. But we do our best to...preserve the balance, to allow the people some freedom of thought, of choice. I think that if they had the means, they would have long ago laced water or bread or wine, something that enough have access to, to make it that much easier. So far, they're using rhetoric to get things done. A revolution that won't really come to pass.
I admit we needed to be rid of Louis Capet, but not on a premise that is a lie, that will ensure we're set up with "elected" [The word is given an especially sarcastic emphasis there. leaders who will attempt the same control, disguised as progress.
And that is only France. Were it our orders feuding alone, it would be different. But when the balance is the innocent...
I have enough of that blood on my hands to last a lifetime. It is only right that I try to protect those that I still can.
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Or maybe he really has killed as many people as he says he has.
It still won't be as many as Tony's killed.
But that was different. That was self-defense. There were no politics or ideologies to argue over - the only options were to destroy the Makluans, or let the planet be wiped out. Maybe good and evil aren't as simple as he wishes they were, but there's still got be a line drawn somewhere. He knows he did the right thing.
The question is, what side of the line does Arno fall on? Assassinating people to protect others from this supposed New World Order? Is that right? Tony honestly doesn't know, and that makes him really uncomfortable.]
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[Arno's not exactly the kind of person who can sit for hours discussing the fundamentals of how flight works, but the idea that someone can reach beyond the sky itself is amazing anyway. More amazing, in a lot of ways, than the fact he's ended up here. He had thought balloons the height, pun not intended, of possibilities for human flight.]
We do not quite have lizardmen , though. Our First Civilization, the Precursor race, were humanoid from what I understand, but I DID read a translation from the Italian and Arabic of those who actually made contact with them, and they're mostly gone now as I understand it. Biding their time, maybe but...
[There's a shrug.] I don't THINK they mean to come back as lizards. Somehow I can't see that going over with most assassins. The rest of it though...well...The New World Order is...a threat and potential reality if it's not put into check.
It must sound paranoid as anything, to the average person but for those of us who slink around in dark corners, swap insane sounding secrets and the rest...it actually IS a threat. And I don't see it changing for the better, unless we have some sort of miracle.
...France could use a few of those, don't get me wrong. I just don't see them coming soon. It might be nice to get away.
[Particularly, considering Arno has nothing going on at home right now, unless he comes up with some amazing, coming in from waaaay behind victory to impress the brotherhood again. Just killing people isn't going to cut it, this time.
As far as the right thing goes? It's a question Arno's wrestled with as the Revolution's gone on. He started out believing every word of all the rhetoric, but then, when he realized what was behind it...well, his morals and his politics are all one confusing mess right now. It's probably no wonder he'd reverted to his off duty hobby of cheap disgusting alcohol when he had half a chance to.
He's sighing now, then glancing at Tony, wondering how he can phrase that so it's something that he'll understand.]
These days, I think I'm following my own side first. If I could figure out what that is. At least, it sounds much easier here. Hating people who actually hate me and everyone else who wound up here when we didn't expect it, and avoiding them? That actually makes sense."