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]

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[youngprodigy]

Does this mean you're volunteering for the position?

[There's no sense he means this as a jab or as cruelty, he just sounds and feels genuinely curious.]

[warmare]

No.

[Which might sound like a cop-out, someone willing to complain but not willing to be the solution, but... It is actually more sensible.]

I am but a warrior. Not a general. I do not have the training in strategy or tactic necessary to claim I could lead an army. Or a village.

[youngprodigy]

[For what it's worth, there's no sign from his end that he's taking it as a cop out. No anger or irritation, just the same curiosity.]

I'm not so sure there are any among us who have such training. Tehri has been here the longest of all of us, certainly, but seniority alone doesn't make for grand leadership. I've no idea if it's even something she'd have any interest in.

That's why I believe a collective is the best solution; no one person's voice has more power than the others'.

[warmare]

[Her lack of control over communion will perhaps... make her absolute derision over the idea fairly clear by accident. Because truly... leave it to a human to say-]

You truly believe that? That if we formed a collective that every single person's voice would have the same weight?

[youngprodigy]

Why wouldn't it?

[He sounds utterly baffled.]

If the Vath, the Ixal, the Kobolds... if all of the tribes of Eorzea were given a seat at the Grand Eorzean Alliance, of course every voice would matter here. Perhaps more would agree with you than with me on the current matter, in which case I would respect that.

[Once again there's no sense from him that he's lying. It's more than obvious he's very much against the idea of displaying severed heads in the middle of Venera, but he would respect a majority rule.]

I owe the Ixal a great deal towards the creation of Eorzean airships.

[And then Cid does the telepathic equivalent of having a light bulb flash over his head.]

The Ixal are a race of birdlike people. They're different from the races of mankind, but no less vital to the realm. It's true for all the tribes.

[warmare]

There will always be people who are less than others. There will always be people who consider themselves better. There are slaves and masters and untouchables and nobles...

Even if you all call yourselves "Pleroma" and unite under that banner... you think everyone will just abandon such notions and consider everyone in the group equal? Even those too weak to contribute? Even those who do what others do not like?

I cannot imagine what kind of fool would believe that.

[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.]