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Gaius van Baelsar [The Black Wolf] ([personal profile] heirsbane) wrote in [community profile] dear_mun2014-09-02 08:07 pm

run like hell.

A rearrangement of all things brings me back?

Hmph. You have succumbed to new lows.
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[personal profile] fightrotation 2014-09-02 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh dear, who let the Garlean in here?]

Gaius van Baelsar-?!
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[personal profile] fightrotation 2014-09-02 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Guess that rag-tag band of PCs adventurers didn't blunt your fangs after all, Black Wolf.]

I get into trouble out of my own free will. You played right into Lahabrea's plans. Who's the tool here, me or you?
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[personal profile] fightrotation 2014-09-02 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rhela visibly winces at Gaius's statement. Her ears flatten back against her skull. The words ring true.]

Not all of us are on the fields of Carteneau. If the Sultana asked me to go, I would. But I don't... I don't agree with the idea of us all fighting amongst ourselves. Especially since so many breathed their last on that ground. [Louisoix...]

Don't think I'm sitting idle either, Black Wolf. Lady Minfilia and the rest of us- all of us- are looking for a way to kill the Ascians for good. And plenty of others are exploring elsewhere! We'll save Eorzea one day. I'm sure of it!

We're not perfect. But we try our best. That's the honest truth!
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[personal profile] fightrotation 2014-09-02 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh hell no, you did not just-]

I'm not praying to the Twelve to save us!

And you're one to talk about innocents suffering...! Your tribunus slaughtered my friend at the Waking Sands. You enslaved or- or worse to Ala Mhigo. You don't give a damn about us at all! So spare me the lecture, Gaius. It's not gonna work!
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[personal profile] fightrotation 2014-09-02 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ala Mhigo fell. And those that fled still hold it close to their hearts. She knows. She's spent long enough with Wilred and Erik and Widargelt to understand their feelings. She knows what's at stake every time she draws her cesti and charges into the fray.]

[Glaumunt spoke of labor camps. Arenvald spoke of horrifying things done to his mother. Those, she remembers. Those, she kept close when the time came to cross fists with Livia. With Nero. With Gaius.]


She was this one's friend. [It's a lapse into sylph-talk for a moment.] You would damn all of them to the seventh hell, would you? Not all of them worship the primals. But you wouldn't understand. No, not you, so sure that you're the only one in the right!

You'd put me to the sword, then? [Rhela laughs disbelievingly.] And when the Ascians come, who would save us all from them, exactly? You? You were dancing on Lahabrea's strings like a mammet!