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[That is...a distinct sigh of relief, from Larkspur.]
What happens if we wish for something that contradicts your plans? [A pause.]
Can we wish for something that contradicts your plans? Knowing you didn't write those rules. [Exactly how broadly did Admin plan for perfection, and how accommodating...]
Thought we should know the rules before the rest of these young hotheads got us all into trouble. [They still could. But at least this eliminates the possibility of half of them getting the other half killed with errant wishery.]
Can we wish ourselves perfect? If we focused on one person, could we wish him perfect even against his wishes?
[For letting them make their own mistakes? Or keeping them from being wiped out? whynotboth.jpg]
Did you try? Before you settled on what you have now.
[--Then, because he's taken an awful lot and given very little (even to someone who knows him in a way he's uncomfortable to be known:)] I'm glad we can't.
But then, that's what he does: Likes people. Even people who've (apparently) kidnapped him and tossed him into a hell-box with a bunch of innocents (and not-so-innocents).]
Must be difficult, to have failed so often.
[It isn't a criticism. Did it mean the project shouldn't be attempted? He's reserving judgment.
The rulers of the Shadowlands were generally beyond it.]
You can't tell us what happens if we die because we'll expect whatever it is. And get what we expect. Right?
all right so maybe the bar of larkspur's expectations is somewhere in the basement]
Right, [echoed, with a sigh.] Worried about that.
You know what I am. How I was made. [An unliving weapon forged around the nucleus of his hate and pain and rage. The incarnation of Ner'zhul's enmity against the Legion and Arthas' unbridled desire to rule.]
Not expecting to be a success story for you. But I don't want to hurt anyone who doesn't need hurting.
In me... [It's his reflex to play that down; sure, he could read people and feel for them but his own motives for making use of it were suspect, weren't they? And selfish besides, to want to be near the living in any way.
But it's the Admin saying so and they put an objective value on empathy, or so it sounds. Larkspur gives a little huff of breath.] Will trust you on that one.
You can create monsters? [A pause.] Send me to where they're forming. Please. Better for me to stand between them and everyone else.
You don't have to pretend. We do know all about you, you know?
[They've told people that before, but no one seems to believe them. It's sad, really.]
I'll have them come from the mud out of the Southern edge of the forest. They will not come out until you get there, and there will be a GPS- a voice telling you where to go- to guide you.
And I will have them form for you, every other day, so you may feast.
However-for this, you will become deep in my debt. If this continues for a long time, I will end up owning you.
[That last bit provokes another jagged, unhappy laugh out of Larkspur.
None of this is particularly onerous. None of it's anything he hasn't done as an Ebon Blade liaison--keeping his ears open and passing on what he'd heard to the people he thought would do the right thing with it was second nature, by now. But he wore the Blade's tabard openly for anyone to see his allegiance and mind what they said around him. This would be...]
You think I'd get murdered for serving you. I don't...
[He's hungry and it's hard to think straight; it takes him half a minute to come up with what he's trying to say.]
You want us to learn to trust each other. Grow perfect in compassion. How does that work if I'm hiding from them--if they have a reason to be paranoid?
[Or maybe the comparison to the Light is more apt, because,] Do you win by sacrificing me?
[Wouldn't be the first time.]
Edited (when u write ur dialogue wrong bc ur other blind elf's voice is in your head) 2020-10-09 20:52 (UTC)
Like hell it's not my fault. I'm the one making the choice. [Even if all the options are bad, it's his decision.
He has, perhaps, an overactive sense of responsibility.]
What do they lose if I don't. [...] Other than their lives.
[Really, being forgiven for being a spy is probably easier than forgiveness for a murderous rampage even if he's technically less culpable for the latter.]
[Because accepting the deal makes Admin his superior, and Larkspur's attitude toward his superiors... Well. He'd never claimed coercion when he walked away from Kael'thas.
Though it wouldn't have kept him from hanging if he had, he's sure.
...Turns out Admin does know him very, very well.]
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Yes, you set the rules. No, the wishing isn't yours. Yes, you handle the dead.
Right?
[He's dealt with things in the Shadowlands often enough to know to be precise.]
Do you keep your promises because you're bound to, or because you choose to?
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[Precision is best!]
Yes, yes.
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He's better at smelling lies than hearing them.]
Are you perfect the way you intend us to be? You, alone, and then all of you as a group.
[He actually uses a peculiar inflection in the language of the dead for that second one, you-as-an-entity-like-the-Scourge, many-as-one.
Just to see.]
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There's a hum, an amused note before...]
At times, yes, not always.
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What happens if we wish for something that contradicts your plans? [A pause.]
Can we wish for something that contradicts your plans? Knowing you didn't write those rules. [Exactly how broadly did Admin plan for perfection, and how accommodating...]
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Yes.
But I do warn you to be specific. It will take more then you to make it.
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Oh, not me. Not yet.
Thought we should know the rules before the rest of these young hotheads got us all into trouble. [They still could. But at least this eliminates the possibility of half of them getting the other half killed with errant wishery.]
Can we wish ourselves perfect? If we focused on one person, could we wish him perfect even against his wishes?
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Oh no. We'll let you make your own mistakes, unless it threatens to wipe all of you out.
[They're nice like that. Though that...]
Oh I wish. People aren't that simple.
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[For letting them make their own mistakes? Or keeping them from being wiped out? whynotboth.jpg]
Did you try? Before you settled on what you have now.
[--Then, because he's taken an awful lot and given very little (even to someone who knows him in a way he's uncomfortable to be known:)] I'm glad we can't.
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[Both, both is good]
I've tried many things.
[Vague is what Admin does. But that makes them laugh quietly.]
You and everyone else.
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But then, that's what he does: Likes people. Even people who've (apparently) kidnapped him and tossed him into a hell-box with a bunch of innocents (and not-so-innocents).]
Must be difficult, to have failed so often.
[It isn't a criticism. Did it mean the project shouldn't be attempted? He's reserving judgment.
The rulers of the Shadowlands were generally beyond it.]
You can't tell us what happens if we die because we'll expect whatever it is. And get what we expect. Right?
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It can be, yes.
And correct.
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For the Scourge.
all right so maybe the bar of larkspur's expectations is somewhere in the basement]
Right, [echoed, with a sigh.] Worried about that.
You know what I am. How I was made. [An unliving weapon forged around the nucleus of his hate and pain and rage. The incarnation of Ner'zhul's enmity against the Legion and Arthas' unbridled desire to rule.]
Not expecting to be a success story for you. But I don't want to hurt anyone who doesn't need hurting.
Where are your monsters?
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I'm sure you were worried for a lot of things. You are not alone.
But yes, I know how you were made. But in you is the ability to offer empathy which...is more than I can say for some.
Question: Would you like me to create monsters, or would you like to find where some of them are forming?
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even if they are objectively terrible]
In me... [It's his reflex to play that down; sure, he could read people and feel for them but his own motives for making use of it were suspect, weren't they? And selfish besides, to want to be near the living in any way.
But it's the Admin saying so and they put an objective value on empathy, or so it sounds. Larkspur gives a little huff of breath.] Will trust you on that one.
You can create monsters? [A pause.] Send me to where they're forming. Please. Better for me to stand between them and everyone else.
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[They've told people that before, but no one seems to believe them. It's sad, really.]
I'll have them come from the mud out of the Southern edge of the forest. They will not come out until you get there, and there will be a GPS- a voice telling you where to go- to guide you.
And I will have them form for you, every other day, so you may feast.
However-for this, you will become deep in my debt. If this continues for a long time, I will end up owning you.
Do you accept this?
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[And only one of those had force enough to change patterns of behavior graven over decades.
Perhaps if he started thinking about Admin the way he does the Light, or--
--or his King--
--oh.
Oh, no.
Larkspur shivers audibly, pinning back his ears and hunching his shoulders.]
What will that mean? Owning me.
[Surely the fact he wants both what's offered and its consequences so much should be a reason to not take the deal.]
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You would report to me if you thought someone was recklessly endangering others and needed outside assistance.
Oh, and the details of this, of course, would be our little secret. Can't have people murdering you and all that.
[There's a few details they're leaving out of course but that's for much later.]
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None of this is particularly onerous. None of it's anything he hasn't done as an Ebon Blade liaison--keeping his ears open and passing on what he'd heard to the people he thought would do the right thing with it was second nature, by now. But he wore the Blade's tabard openly for anyone to see his allegiance and mind what they said around him. This would be...]
You think I'd get murdered for serving you. I don't...
[He's hungry and it's hard to think straight; it takes him half a minute to come up with what he's trying to say.]
You want us to learn to trust each other. Grow perfect in compassion. How does that work if I'm hiding from them--if they have a reason to be paranoid?
[Or maybe the comparison to the Light is more apt, because,] Do you win by sacrificing me?
[Wouldn't be the first time.]
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[Their voice is smooth. Waiting. And:]
They will also need to learn to forgive. If I'm twisting your arm like this, it's not your fault, is it?
[Their voice is so gentle. As if they're not talking about Lark's voice right now, but something else entirely.]
That's the wrong question. You should be asking: what do they lose if you don't?
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He has, perhaps, an overactive sense of responsibility.]
What do they lose if I don't. [...] Other than their lives.
[Really, being forgiven for being a spy is probably easier than forgiveness for a murderous rampage even if he's technically less culpable for the latter.]
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It can be worse then death, if I don't know what's happening during an emergency.
I'm not the worst thing here, young man. Some things can only be contained if I know it in time.
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[Because accepting the deal makes Admin his superior, and Larkspur's attitude toward his superiors... Well. He'd never claimed coercion when he walked away from Kael'thas.
Though it wouldn't have kept him from hanging if he had, he's sure.
...Turns out Admin does know him very, very well.]
What do you need me listening for?
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[True. Poor Larkspur.]
Nothing in particular. But if it sounds as if there's a large fight, you feel something of the way of...corruption, things of a larger scale?
That's what I want to know about. I'm not asking for a spy.
I'm asking for a sentry.
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You have him.
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