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[unweave]

Been a little quiet lately. Like the calm before one big shitstorm. With Wyver and Olympia only playing nice in public, anyone who went to the gala can attest there's still bad blood.

Maybe it's pettiness — politicians tend to be like that.

But, I'm not here to recycle the same shit everyone else is saying. So, I'll be blunt: don't get enchanted with either of them. Use 'em like they use their citizens, stay safe and adjust as much as you can — but getting starry-eyed over your new "home" could get you on the wrong side of conflict.

If you're looking to make cash and toe the morally gray line as much as possible, hit me up. I'm the one responsible for wasting parchment paper for all those jobs in the cities.

Name's Aranea. When you're ready to get off your ass and work, I'm always looking for capable hands.

[ The one in which Aranea puts a recruitment text out, I guess? ]

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why not this

[daemonized]

That seems like a lifetime ago, Commodore. But you're right, I remember those meetings quite well.

[Not always were they particularly thrilling ones, either. But there was often work to be done that he could not ignore, even if Ardyn appeared as flippant as always in the midst of them. Sometimes he even left early.]

But there is a difference between pettiness and a willingness to disregard the scorn of others, merely for the sake of pushing through with an agenda.

[unweave]

Cute, more vague riddles and nibbles of a meaty bit of information you don't feel like sharing.

[ NOT LIKE SHE'S BITTER. ]

Your agenda could be a heaping pile of shit and someone so bold enough to check you on it. They're called checks and balances for a reason — problems start when people try to escape that.

[daemonized]

You never ask!

[Which is true! Are you just being stubborn, Aranea? Or is Ardyn just being petty, as per usual? (It's probably the latter.)]

My, what fury. Have you run into trouble, something to incite these feelings of yours?

[unweave]

You could say that. I've been in enough rooms full of egos to know there's people who want to escape how things go — without anything even close to a slap on the wrist.

[daemonized]

So what are you saying, exactly? That the result of such corruption is swiftly upon us? Or is this just a nice little PSA, for the sake of caution?

[unweave]

I'm saying history we get is some textbook-level stuff. Any corruption that was there was long-rooted before we were even a thought in the Natha's mind.

C'mon, don't make me say it.

[daemonized]

Hm? Say what?

[unweave]

The ominous "I've seen this happen before" bullshit. The cautionary tale everyone and their mother says.

[daemonized]

Well, your experiences are no less invalid, even if they are trite. We shall see what becomes of all of us sooner rather than later, I imagine. Perhaps your paranoia will not go astray, after all.

[unweave]

Paranoia isn't the word for it. Precautionary measure, more like it.

[daemonized]

And when the world comes crashing down around you, you'll be prepared, right?

[unweave]

Nah, do what I can before I kick the bucket. That's what life is, right?

[daemonized]

I suppose most might think that way. Though preparedness does not always go amiss if you're so skeptical of the atmosphere around you.

But I don't pretend to know you well enough to think you're one or the other. Things were simpler when you merely took orders as they came.

[unweave]

Mmm, sorry this dog got off its leash. I wouldn't be too keen on hoping for simple. Two raging nations, one big looming storm, and people with clarity — tch. Sounds like a chance to change.

[daemonized]

Then let's just hope we don't get swept away in another storm this time. More figurative, just as dangerous.