[ and it's true, really. vander has steady work here, may even own the place for all cassian knows, seems well-known and liked. after all, who doesn't like the guy who pours the drinks? he doesn't seem unruffled by the idea of being here, by the idea of new people arriving, the — everything. maybe it's a facade; but if it is, then vander's very, very good at the projection of stability.
he takes a few bites of the food as he considers that question, frowning thoughtfully. he knows what his take is, of course, but the question is really what he does want to admit to? how does he want to spin it for vander? ]
It's overwhelming, [ he says after a moment, swallowing. ] The new world is strange enough, but factions on top of that? It makes things complicated.
[There’s a brief flash of a sympathetic half-smile for him. Some people take to the whole thing easily, and others find themselves struggling to navigate it for much longer. Or hell, struggle to accept this new reality of theirs at all.
Just as there’s numerous worlds all the Shard-bearers are coming from, there are also countless possibilities of histories and life experiences that could color how this whole thing shakes out for people. And it’s not getting any easier in that regard.]
Newcomers like yourself have gotten more of a raw deal when it comes to the factions, unfortunately.
[He rubs at his beard for a thoughtful moment, trying to decide the simplest way to explain it.]
Up until pretty recently, the factions more or less just existed by name. Folks on either side got along decently well, cities were open and friendly to visitors from either side. The tensions are only really just starting to kick in.
[ he asks, curious and attentive. it's not the first time he's heard a sentiment like this, but he still only feels like he has a vague grasp for the answer. it's frustrating; there's so much to understand here, and so little that he actually does. in his line of work — and, he suspects, here — not having enough information can make the difference between life and death. not having the right information is just as bad. he's been trying so hard to pick up as much as he can, but it hasn't been enough. it's what make excursions, chance meetings, like these so important. ]
[Vander’s expression takes on a slightly somber shade at the question. It’s a good question, one that any new Shard-bearer should be leaping to in order to wrap their heads around this whole thing. But the answer to it is trouble, and there will only be more of it on the horizon at this rate.]
A large part of it started after the first contest to go after the Oracles. There was no more dancing around and blurring faction lines after that one.
[A beat as something occurs to him, and he switches gears to ask a quick question of his own before he gets back into it.]
I’m hoping you already got the basic rundown about what these supposed Oracles mean for both sides?
Yeah, that’s about the gist of it. Some kinda nebulous power both sides are vying for.
[Probably not the most extensive way to elaborate on that, but all Vander can really do in that regard is pass along what had happened the first time an Oracle came into play.]
We got shepherded off to another island when the first sign of them showed up. We didn’t have too clear an idea on how to win it, but some people got real… cut-throat in their efforts to get their hands on a resource we’d be encouraged to gather. Not everyone, but enough to make the week we spent there tense, to say the least.
[There’s maybe a touch of disappointment coloring Vander’s features as he thinks back on that time over on the Scorching Isles. After his first few months here, he’d truly started to wonder if maybe bloodshed could be avoided with this whole thing. Some people were eager to prove him wrong there.]
Zenith won that first bid, and as you can imagine, it didn’t exactly leave the folks here in Springstar feeling great. Especially when the situation surrounding a runaway Zenith Shard-bearer came to a head not long afterwards.
[ his rueful smile suggests that he was hoping for a more specific answer from vander. but that's still information. the more specific answer about the oracles simply doesn't exist, or at least it's not something the other shard-bearers know.
but the rest of what vander has to say is more interesting. sent to another island to find this oracle, for a week, and — when it came down to it, shard-bearers were more than willing to turn on one another to serve their faction's goals. no, to get what they want. vander may be disappointed — and that, too, is something to learn about the character of this man — but cassian wishes he could be surprised. so it's true that he'll need to choose a side carefully, and be wary of the opposing one when he does.
any thought of commenting on that story, though, is lost in the wake of the last piece of information vander gives him. ]
[Talking about what to expect of the oracles is an easy enough thing—largely because of how much of an unknown there still is surrounding them. Any new Shard-bearer ought to be up to speed with them before the next opportunity rolls around.
Everything around the situation with Manon, now that’s a lot harder to properly get into. At least in a semi-public space like this. Word got around about it, sure, but it still feels odd to speak so casually about the whole ordeal. Maybe he’d just let himself get too invested in it all. So he shakes his head as he considers the most straightforward way to tell the tale, a rueful half-smile at his lips.]
Well, there’s this guy, Manon. He’d worked for Zenith for about a decade. Eventually found out the higher-ups over there were involved in something that gave him a crisis of faith. Came running over here before going into hiding down Below, ended up running afoul of a… mage that goes by Aetós.
[There’s clear displeasure in his voice at that name, a tension in his jaw before he continues.]
Did a real number on him. But the long and short of it is… Meridian ended up in possession of his Shard after he got out of there and wanted to give him the choice of where to go after it was safe enough to revive him. Zenith, obviously, didn’t like it.
[ he is, of course, doing more than just listening to vander's answer on its face.
he's also watching vander — the tightness of his jaw, the anger in his voice, the inflection on the word mage — as he talks. cassian is subtle about it, easily done when he has the distractions of a drink in his hands, food, the kind of things that make a listener look casual. he's half-focused on eating, see, this is pleasant chit-chat. but pay attention he does. vander clearly has feelings about this topic, maybe strong ones, maybe personal ones. he's been here, after all; he's been involved in happenings in kenos, met the players on the board here, for all that he's kept his explanations minimal and impersonal. ]
[Vander has no qualms about revealing more than he says with body language—especially when it comes to something this important. Maybe this situation wouldn’t have the same weight to it for a newly arrived Shard-bearer, but when it comes to the way both factions have been regarding one another, it’s important. And that means it's important to get those feelings across too.
The question has him frowning just slightly, and he keeps his voice a little lower as he answers.]
Zenith had been apparently working with Aetós to experiment on Shards.
[That had been the word straight from Manon’s journal, at least. Whether that had been elaborated on when he was finally revived and questioned back at the Tree… well, he doesn’t really know. That entire day was still largely a blur in his mind. Whatever twisted magic Aetós had thrown at Vander that day to make him go berserk had really thrown him for a loop.]
Considering the things are people's souls, I can’t blame him for finding it distasteful.
[Even moreso after similarly suffering at Aetós hands himself.]
[ cassian's eyes narrow despite himself, when vander answers with lowered voice.
that is a damning revelation. it doesn't take a man who's been here for longer than cassian to understand the importance of shards, to understand the implications of experimenting with them, to understand the implications of a faction being involved in this. he has to wonder: how high up did the knowledge of this go, if this manon was telling the truth? how widespread? did yima herself know? other shard-bearers, other officials in highstorm? ]
No wonder he left, [ cassian murmurs. his dislike of the notion is real, whatever else he might be hiding. ] What happened to him after Meridian got his Shard?
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[ and it's true, really. vander has steady work here, may even own the place for all cassian knows, seems well-known and liked. after all, who doesn't like the guy who pours the drinks? he doesn't seem unruffled by the idea of being here, by the idea of new people arriving, the — everything. maybe it's a facade; but if it is, then vander's very, very good at the projection of stability.
he takes a few bites of the food as he considers that question, frowning thoughtfully. he knows what his take is, of course, but the question is really what he does want to admit to? how does he want to spin it for vander? ]
It's overwhelming, [ he says after a moment, swallowing. ] The new world is strange enough, but factions on top of that? It makes things complicated.
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[There’s a brief flash of a sympathetic half-smile for him. Some people take to the whole thing easily, and others find themselves struggling to navigate it for much longer. Or hell, struggle to accept this new reality of theirs at all.
Just as there’s numerous worlds all the Shard-bearers are coming from, there are also countless possibilities of histories and life experiences that could color how this whole thing shakes out for people. And it’s not getting any easier in that regard.]
Newcomers like yourself have gotten more of a raw deal when it comes to the factions, unfortunately.
[He rubs at his beard for a thoughtful moment, trying to decide the simplest way to explain it.]
Up until pretty recently, the factions more or less just existed by name. Folks on either side got along decently well, cities were open and friendly to visitors from either side. The tensions are only really just starting to kick in.
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[ he asks, curious and attentive. it's not the first time he's heard a sentiment like this, but he still only feels like he has a vague grasp for the answer. it's frustrating; there's so much to understand here, and so little that he actually does. in his line of work — and, he suspects, here — not having enough information can make the difference between life and death. not having the right information is just as bad. he's been trying so hard to pick up as much as he can, but it hasn't been enough. it's what make excursions, chance meetings, like these so important. ]
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[Vander’s expression takes on a slightly somber shade at the question. It’s a good question, one that any new Shard-bearer should be leaping to in order to wrap their heads around this whole thing. But the answer to it is trouble, and there will only be more of it on the horizon at this rate.]
A large part of it started after the first contest to go after the Oracles. There was no more dancing around and blurring faction lines after that one.
[A beat as something occurs to him, and he switches gears to ask a quick question of his own before he gets back into it.]
I’m hoping you already got the basic rundown about what these supposed Oracles mean for both sides?
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Something to do with the power needed for their goals, I've heard. Nothing more specific than that.
[ so he's glad vander's brought it up, actually, as much as he's glad vander seems prepared to give a clear, thorough explanation. ]
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[Probably not the most extensive way to elaborate on that, but all Vander can really do in that regard is pass along what had happened the first time an Oracle came into play.]
We got shepherded off to another island when the first sign of them showed up. We didn’t have too clear an idea on how to win it, but some people got real… cut-throat in their efforts to get their hands on a resource we’d be encouraged to gather. Not everyone, but enough to make the week we spent there tense, to say the least.
[There’s maybe a touch of disappointment coloring Vander’s features as he thinks back on that time over on the Scorching Isles. After his first few months here, he’d truly started to wonder if maybe bloodshed could be avoided with this whole thing. Some people were eager to prove him wrong there.]
Zenith won that first bid, and as you can imagine, it didn’t exactly leave the folks here in Springstar feeling great. Especially when the situation surrounding a runaway Zenith Shard-bearer came to a head not long afterwards.
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but the rest of what vander has to say is more interesting. sent to another island to find this oracle, for a week, and — when it came down to it, shard-bearers were more than willing to turn on one another to serve their faction's goals. no, to get what they want. vander may be disappointed — and that, too, is something to learn about the character of this man — but cassian wishes he could be surprised. so it's true that he'll need to choose a side carefully, and be wary of the opposing one when he does.
any thought of commenting on that story, though, is lost in the wake of the last piece of information vander gives him. ]
A runaway Zenith? What happened?
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Everything around the situation with Manon, now that’s a lot harder to properly get into. At least in a semi-public space like this. Word got around about it, sure, but it still feels odd to speak so casually about the whole ordeal. Maybe he’d just let himself get too invested in it all. So he shakes his head as he considers the most straightforward way to tell the tale, a rueful half-smile at his lips.]
Well, there’s this guy, Manon. He’d worked for Zenith for about a decade. Eventually found out the higher-ups over there were involved in something that gave him a crisis of faith. Came running over here before going into hiding down Below, ended up running afoul of a… mage that goes by Aetós.
[There’s clear displeasure in his voice at that name, a tension in his jaw before he continues.]
Did a real number on him. But the long and short of it is… Meridian ended up in possession of his Shard after he got out of there and wanted to give him the choice of where to go after it was safe enough to revive him. Zenith, obviously, didn’t like it.
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he's also watching vander — the tightness of his jaw, the anger in his voice, the inflection on the word mage — as he talks. cassian is subtle about it, easily done when he has the distractions of a drink in his hands, food, the kind of things that make a listener look casual. he's half-focused on eating, see, this is pleasant chit-chat. but pay attention he does. vander clearly has feelings about this topic, maybe strong ones, maybe personal ones. he's been here, after all; he's been involved in happenings in kenos, met the players on the board here, for all that he's kept his explanations minimal and impersonal. ]
What did he find out?
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The question has him frowning just slightly, and he keeps his voice a little lower as he answers.]
Zenith had been apparently working with Aetós to experiment on Shards.
[That had been the word straight from Manon’s journal, at least. Whether that had been elaborated on when he was finally revived and questioned back at the Tree… well, he doesn’t really know. That entire day was still largely a blur in his mind. Whatever twisted magic Aetós had thrown at Vander that day to make him go berserk had really thrown him for a loop.]
Considering the things are people's souls, I can’t blame him for finding it distasteful.
[Even moreso after similarly suffering at Aetós hands himself.]
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that is a damning revelation. it doesn't take a man who's been here for longer than cassian to understand the importance of shards, to understand the implications of experimenting with them, to understand the implications of a faction being involved in this. he has to wonder: how high up did the knowledge of this go, if this manon was telling the truth? how widespread? did yima herself know? other shard-bearers, other officials in highstorm? ]
No wonder he left, [ cassian murmurs. his dislike of the notion is real, whatever else he might be hiding. ] What happened to him after Meridian got his Shard?