[ While the man in white deliberates over the contents of the night, Set lingers where he stands. Lackadaisical in stance, he runs the tip of a dark claw along the underside of another with a soft, sharp click-click-click as he flicks the edges off one another. An idle gesture, one that could be intimidating to anyone save for the man before him; they are the claws of a predatory beast, after all, and one of Set's few remaining shifting abilities. Beyond the sand. He only has as much sand as he does body weight, however. And only has access to it while wearing the helm, but no one needs to know that.
He'd rather they be alarmed, rather they be worried about what it might mean for a god to be regaining his power. For the Ennead's god of war to be advancing on Meridian's behalf, coquettish and violent in all things. And perhaps, that is the moment where he startles. A visible shiver running up his body from heel to head, like a cat that's just been alerted and has softly fanned out its fur in protest. Set, the man in white calls him. ]
Oh? Did someone already warn you about me, protector of travelers?
[ He won't hope. Meridian-aligned he may be, but he has no hope. Only pragmatism and hollow focus.
Still, the familiarity with which Marc speaks to him — resists him — is strange. In some part of his confined consciousness, pinned to a board by the power of Kenos itself, he feels he ought to know something. There is a tug of familiarity, as if in some other life or time or existence, he knows this man. It is why he is unbothered by Han Sooyoung's tales of him, or Sebastian's discussion of myth and history — he intimately knows, he is something now and will become all that is said of him in the future. There is no escaping fate, only compiling it, for him. ]
What do you think I am doing out here? I know Lady Yima will send her eyes to the field, I know they will seek retribution and response — however, there are still dangers to them, and to anyone else who stays here in the night. You are not the only one who travelers look to for protection and safe passage. I would not stop you, from aiding me in that endeavor.
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He'd rather they be alarmed, rather they be worried about what it might mean for a god to be regaining his power. For the Ennead's god of war to be advancing on Meridian's behalf, coquettish and violent in all things. And perhaps, that is the moment where he startles. A visible shiver running up his body from heel to head, like a cat that's just been alerted and has softly fanned out its fur in protest. Set, the man in white calls him. ]
Oh? Did someone already warn you about me, protector of travelers?
[ He won't hope. Meridian-aligned he may be, but he has no hope. Only pragmatism and hollow focus.
Still, the familiarity with which Marc speaks to him — resists him — is strange. In some part of his confined consciousness, pinned to a board by the power of Kenos itself, he feels he ought to know something. There is a tug of familiarity, as if in some other life or time or existence, he knows this man. It is why he is unbothered by Han Sooyoung's tales of him, or Sebastian's discussion of myth and history — he intimately knows, he is something now and will become all that is said of him in the future. There is no escaping fate, only compiling it, for him. ]
What do you think I am doing out here? I know Lady Yima will send her eyes to the field, I know they will seek retribution and response — however, there are still dangers to them, and to anyone else who stays here in the night. You are not the only one who travelers look to for protection and safe passage. I would not stop you, from aiding me in that endeavor.