HAYAME ➳ PLEROMA (VOICE)

[warmare]

[One member of Pleroma has intentionally avoided Communion for months, but now... perhaps it can actually be of use. Now, she actually requires something that she cannot accomplish through strength or stubbornness alone, so-

A hard, cold voice barely comes through, mixed with an inexperienced jumble of vague (violent, dark) images until the words solidify as:]

Who amongst you has the ability to write?

I require a posting for the Achamite heads.

[OOC: please be warned there will be (cw: beheading) in this post]

Comments

[youngprodigy]

I...

I don't know what your star is like, so I won't pretend I do. Eorzea have had terrible relations with the tribes on their lands, some of which from what I understand have lived in the lands longer than the Eorzeans. People have a tendency to be horrible towards those they don't understand; as a Garlean I've seen plenty of that from both sides.

It is true I mislike your idea. But I do not mislike you. I cannot speak for everyone, only myself.

I have seen disparate people come together to save the world before, most of whom have never and will never see combat.

[warmare]

[Hayame stays silent through his talk, and perhaps it's respect... but it isn't. It's her trying to keep quiet, to not lose out to the anger and bitterness constantly lurking beneath the surface, probably detectable through her inexperienced use of her shard.

But she doesn't succeed, and her answer to his measured words is a snap.]

This isn't Eorzea.

[... She mispronounces it. But the point is there. Maybe.]

[youngprodigy]

[He sighs.]

No, it's not. But it's not your star, either. Whatever horrors you have experienced haven't been committed here.

If you don't wish to throw your lot in with the Pleroma, that's your choice. My point was that though I dislike your... idea, I've no ill thoughts towards you.

[warmare]

Well consider your point heard.

[Foolish and incomprehensible... but heard.]