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kore_logs2013-07-01 12:44 am
burnburnburn) wrote in kore_logs2013-07-01 12:44 am
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Cultural Misunderstandings
Who: Dilandau Albatou, Wallie Smith
Where: The beach
When: One early morning in the dream event.
Summary: Wallie's dream left Dilandau with a lot of misunderstandings. Wallie sets out to clear them up and hopefully find some common ground.
Though Dilandau had always known Wallie had woken up on The World in another body, for the man had told him early on in their first encounters, he'd never given much thought to the implications of that information. It wasn't until he found himself trapped in Wallie's dream that it had really hit home that the man who he'd come the closest to considering an ally was, and had always been, a Sorcerer parasitising on someone else's frame.
It was a disturbing thought, to say the least.
Still, he'd aided Wallie rather than his victim in the dream. A friendly Sorcerer was a valuable ally, even if Dilandau would prefer to pull his own nails out rather than socialise with any of that kind. He'd sickened himself by deciding to play his hand that way, but he knew full well that noble gestures meant nothing if you found yourself on the losing side. Shonshu had lost long before Dilandau had ever appeared.
It was with these thoughts in mind that Dilandau set out in the morning to his rendezvous with Wallie, clutching the branch he'd dried and prepared to be used as a fishing rod. He had to make friendly with the man for at least long enough to get their fishing gear built, but he was no longer looking forward to the activity as he once had. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to look the man in the eye without feeling dirty for knowing what was lurking behind that warrior's mask.
Where: The beach
When: One early morning in the dream event.
Summary: Wallie's dream left Dilandau with a lot of misunderstandings. Wallie sets out to clear them up and hopefully find some common ground.
Though Dilandau had always known Wallie had woken up on The World in another body, for the man had told him early on in their first encounters, he'd never given much thought to the implications of that information. It wasn't until he found himself trapped in Wallie's dream that it had really hit home that the man who he'd come the closest to considering an ally was, and had always been, a Sorcerer parasitising on someone else's frame.
It was a disturbing thought, to say the least.
Still, he'd aided Wallie rather than his victim in the dream. A friendly Sorcerer was a valuable ally, even if Dilandau would prefer to pull his own nails out rather than socialise with any of that kind. He'd sickened himself by deciding to play his hand that way, but he knew full well that noble gestures meant nothing if you found yourself on the losing side. Shonshu had lost long before Dilandau had ever appeared.
It was with these thoughts in mind that Dilandau set out in the morning to his rendezvous with Wallie, clutching the branch he'd dried and prepared to be used as a fishing rod. He had to make friendly with the man for at least long enough to get their fishing gear built, but he was no longer looking forward to the activity as he once had. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to look the man in the eye without feeling dirty for knowing what was lurking behind that warrior's mask.
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"Is she human or beastkin?" Slavery was generally frowned upon through most of his continent, but it was known that there were places that would pay a good price for particularly beautiful beastgirls. That sort of perversion wouldn't be too shocking from a Sorcerer.
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"Human," Wallie replied dryly. "Very human."
Not that he was at all sure what a beastkin was, but he was pretty sure Jja wasn't it.
"In the World, if you're born a slave, they tattoo you at birth. A line, like this." He gestured with his hand, miming a stripe down his face, from brow to chin. "Irrevocable, unless you're a god."
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"So the man you're in was born to be a warrior?" Another thought occurred to him.
"How much do you think that girl of yours would have liked you if you were in your own body and not his?"
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"She might not have been as attracted to me as she was to Shonsu, but... I believe she loves me, not merely Shonsu's face." He remembered losing ground to Shonsu's temper, and the horrifying way she'd... submitted to him, closing herself off. He remembers, too, the joy in her face when he'd promised not to separate her and her son, something she'd never expected. "Shonsu was a cruel, corrupt, selfish man. Though I admit he is handsome."
He fully expected to be mocked for that. He couldn't bring himself to care; he felt sure that Jja loved him precisely because he wasn't Shonsu.
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Yep, Wallie was a sap, but it left Dilandau satisfied that there probably wasn't anything too sinister going on with Wallie. He mentally filed away those remarks about Shonshu's personality for just in case Wallie was ever swayed by less savoury Sorcerers.
"How's that rod coming on?"
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"A half-decent homemade flyrod, if nothing else. I hope." Wallie gave a grin. If this worked, he would be pretty pleased with himself.
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"There's only one way to find out. Let's see if we can catch some lunch."
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