You made your decision swiftly, I see. Most find difficulty in discerning which side of the line best reflects their values and goals.
[ Careful consideration of all options is not something he is against, even he had stayed his hand for a time, before recognizing that he had shirked his duty as Egypt's god of war before, and would not be able to do so again. There was a promise made, and he clings to it by tooth and nail, no matter if it calls for his misery and despair to see it accomplished, or not. ]
I am aligned with the stance that those of Meridian take, yes. I am a god, my great-grandmother is Ra -- creator of all, and it is not within me to deny that given time and effort, I could emulate her. I will emulate her.
[ Ra likes him best for a reason, you know.
He extends his hand to Voryn, and a wild smile tears across the severity of his resting expression. Bold teeth upon display, eyes fire-bright with savage delights; he is a man that inspires infectious madness, passions beyond sanity, chaos of the heart. ]
We will go to the Last Dance, my new ally.
[ And that, in the end, is where Voryn will be escorted to -- drawn along by a few idle comments from Set about the nature of the wild sprawl, sitting along the uppermost edges of the Below, beautiful and indolent. He takes Voryn to a space serving as dark, richly-smoky tavern with pockets of regulars that have likely been there since the establishment grew out of a single seller, where averting ones eyes and leaving others to their work - good or bad - is the name of pleasantry. ]
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[ Careful consideration of all options is not something he is against, even he had stayed his hand for a time, before recognizing that he had shirked his duty as Egypt's god of war before, and would not be able to do so again. There was a promise made, and he clings to it by tooth and nail, no matter if it calls for his misery and despair to see it accomplished, or not. ]
I am aligned with the stance that those of Meridian take, yes. I am a god, my great-grandmother is Ra -- creator of all, and it is not within me to deny that given time and effort, I could emulate her. I will emulate her.
[ Ra likes him best for a reason, you know.
He extends his hand to Voryn, and a wild smile tears across the severity of his resting expression. Bold teeth upon display, eyes fire-bright with savage delights; he is a man that inspires infectious madness, passions beyond sanity, chaos of the heart. ]
We will go to the Last Dance, my new ally.
[ And that, in the end, is where Voryn will be escorted to -- drawn along by a few idle comments from Set about the nature of the wild sprawl, sitting along the uppermost edges of the Below, beautiful and indolent. He takes Voryn to a space serving as dark, richly-smoky tavern with pockets of regulars that have likely been there since the establishment grew out of a single seller, where averting ones eyes and leaving others to their work - good or bad - is the name of pleasantry. ]