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deernet2023-01-24 05:29 pm
terriblepurpose) wrote in deernet2023-01-24 05:29 pm
un: mouse | video
[ The feed opens on a young man seated cross-legged on an expanse of black scales, framed between two spiralling white horns against a backdrop of more black scales interspersed with charcoal dark feathers. His Hunter's armour is nearly of a shade to match, covering all of him but his vaguely familiar face.
He smiles warmly as he runs a soft cloth over a plain knife to clean it of the black blood all over its flat metal grey. ]
Good evening, fellow Sleepers.
[ The last light of the day catches in his dark curls and his blue-green eyes, on the pale mist of his breath in the cool winter air. ]
For those of you I haven't met, let me reintroduce myself. Paul Atreides, of House Atreides, also known as Paul Muad'Dib, which sounds more impressive than it is.
[ A tiny, smoke dark mouse appears on his shoulder, and he inclines his head towards her fondly. ]
It's been some time since I was here, at least from my perspective. I've certainly changed much more than anything else has. It's a peculiar position to be in, and I've been at all kinds of ends with myself, waiting for the reversion.
But while I am here, for however long that is - I've never been very good at being idle.
[ The knife cleaned, Paul flicks it deftly upward in a flashing spin, a gesture made for the joy of making it. He catches it and flips it on its side, balancing it on two fingers at precisely the axis of its gravity. His gaze focuses on it, still and tranquil. ]
Someone once told me that with great power comes great responsibility. [ The corner of his mouth quirks up, amusement brushed through with nostalgia. ] It was a joke, of course, although I didn't know that at the time.
Still. There's something to the principle, if taken seriously, or so I'd like to think.
[ He furrows his brow slightly, all of his intent honed in on his knife. In a mild, everyday sort of voice, he says: ]
This knife is as light as a feather.
[ He flicks it upward again, but this time, the blade that acted as metal before drifts as lightly as he's told it that it would. It floats gently down towards his opened palm, where he smiles at it with a faint sheen of accomplishment. ]
Which brings me to my purpose here.
As long as this is a stop along my path, I want to exercise my responsibility to my power - and my responsibility to you, as my friends and as my people.
I want to know what you want in this world, whatever it might be. I can't promise that I'll be able to grant your request, but I give you my word I'll do all that I am capable of to see your wishes manifested, so long as you don't ask me to be an agent of harm.
Be creative. Be selfish. No wish too small or too large. Let me see what I can do for you.
[ He flashes a bright grin, a trace of rueful self-deprecation turned inward on himself. ]
You'll be keeping me out of trouble.
[ ooc: replies will come fromunchoose ]
He smiles warmly as he runs a soft cloth over a plain knife to clean it of the black blood all over its flat metal grey. ]
Good evening, fellow Sleepers.
[ The last light of the day catches in his dark curls and his blue-green eyes, on the pale mist of his breath in the cool winter air. ]
For those of you I haven't met, let me reintroduce myself. Paul Atreides, of House Atreides, also known as Paul Muad'Dib, which sounds more impressive than it is.
[ A tiny, smoke dark mouse appears on his shoulder, and he inclines his head towards her fondly. ]
It's been some time since I was here, at least from my perspective. I've certainly changed much more than anything else has. It's a peculiar position to be in, and I've been at all kinds of ends with myself, waiting for the reversion.
But while I am here, for however long that is - I've never been very good at being idle.
[ The knife cleaned, Paul flicks it deftly upward in a flashing spin, a gesture made for the joy of making it. He catches it and flips it on its side, balancing it on two fingers at precisely the axis of its gravity. His gaze focuses on it, still and tranquil. ]
Someone once told me that with great power comes great responsibility. [ The corner of his mouth quirks up, amusement brushed through with nostalgia. ] It was a joke, of course, although I didn't know that at the time.
Still. There's something to the principle, if taken seriously, or so I'd like to think.
[ He furrows his brow slightly, all of his intent honed in on his knife. In a mild, everyday sort of voice, he says: ]
This knife is as light as a feather.
[ He flicks it upward again, but this time, the blade that acted as metal before drifts as lightly as he's told it that it would. It floats gently down towards his opened palm, where he smiles at it with a faint sheen of accomplishment. ]
Which brings me to my purpose here.
As long as this is a stop along my path, I want to exercise my responsibility to my power - and my responsibility to you, as my friends and as my people.
I want to know what you want in this world, whatever it might be. I can't promise that I'll be able to grant your request, but I give you my word I'll do all that I am capable of to see your wishes manifested, so long as you don't ask me to be an agent of harm.
Be creative. Be selfish. No wish too small or too large. Let me see what I can do for you.
[ He flashes a bright grin, a trace of rueful self-deprecation turned inward on himself. ]
You'll be keeping me out of trouble.
[ ooc: replies will come from
unchoose ]
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Do you want a list of people who might burn things? I remember you weren't around for the summer of arson.
(Daniel and Johnny weren't involved in that, but I can't speak for their behaviour in their youth.)
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if my dad does...might be my fault
ill pass on a list. if i kept a list for every crazy thing that happens here id just be making lists all day
youd be on 2
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If your father does, well. Who knows?
And now I have to ask which two lists I'd be on, even if we're not making them.
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so
1 would have this post on it
the other is when you made the skateboard park appear in that memory
i dont know what theyd be under. but theyre not on the same lists
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I see.
I hope the skateboard park is the better list. I liked that.
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[ ill ask you when you change back if you want to try it again
mmmm actually let's not say that!!! ]
surprised you remember it
did you get enough to do
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[ Even when he should. ]
I could take on more. Most people have been hungry, or asking for miracles. You know how people are.
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is this what you do where you came from?
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I also go to meetings and sign things. Structured authority always ends up as bureaucracy. There's no way around it.
Another thing I like about this place. None of the trappings of so-called civilized government.
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?
if u like it here more than hate it