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WHO: Altruistic Sheep and/or Shit Stirrers
WHERE: Pasture and Elsewhere
WHEN: TBD

[It's time for some NEGOTIATIONS.

-Inventory!
-Gen Mingle!
-Fountain!
-The Gates!
-The City!
-The Office!
-????

Ooc: NEGOTIATIONS/DONATIONS POST!! idk when this is happening we'll figure it out. Comment to a header and we'll FIGURE SHIT OUT AS WE GO though note--no one can comment to the City/Office until you get past the gates!

Please note there's no super rush i'll be taking my time since work is a lil busy but goal is to have all this wrapped up by the 25th!]

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[ wow, he can't believe Scarlet Cherry was this cool all along?! ]

Bluebell. Ah yes, part of the group Bea was responsible for.

[Ceo adjust his shades once more.]

She's dead now. That girl that you charmed, leading you to my office--Bea was her mentor for the last decade. Despite being afflicted with the King's curse, she did her best to help keep this city running, keep the masses calm, and loyally followed my every order with utter faith that things would get better, despite her fear of being overtaken at any moment. My secretary now. . .she simply thinks Bea is on leave due to her condition, and constantly asks when she's coming back.

I don't have the heart to tell her she's dead.

[he leans back in his chair, threading his fingers together.]

Imagine if you will, your father becoming a literal monster. Demons holding your lives over your heads like toys for petty bargains. Your gods seemingly turning their backs on you as your people fall to madness and starve. And then you realize the supposed murderer of your last living loved one is being sheltered among neighbors who live on, deaf to your pleas of justice.

And then. . .more strangers appear. Strangers with odd powers, strangers giving this fugitive's land even more power and blessing as yours falls and crumbles. Strangers who wander into your land out of curiosity, and some have even siphoned your own power.

You'll excuse me for not bringing out the ceremonial tea set.

[his lips twitch, suppressing a snarl, though there's a hint of fang.]

So no, I will not apologize for doing what I felt needed to be done. It'd be hollow and frankly, untrue. Up til now, I regret none of my actions. Harsh they may have been, they've saved the remains of my land, and I will stand by my decisions. I must say you, Bluebell, certainly are living up to the arrogance I once believed all you sheep possessed.

[but, he pauses, eyes flickering to Levi.]

But, I will apologize for misjudging your character, Rose. You are a shepherd, yes?

I can see why you were given the role.

I admit, I generally prefer to have more of a supporting role than a leadership one, but this staff had other ideas.

You and yours have had to deal with quite a lot, and you've been dealing with it for far longer than I and others like me have been here. I do offer you my sympathies.

When we were brought here we were told the bare minimum of what we needed to do - next to nothing, in fact. Everything we learned we had to learn through trial and error, and meanwhile the demons here have subjected us to ritual upon ritual that seem to be meant to break us mentally. Yet our deaths aren't permanent, so we get to put up with all methods of torture and body horror, just to be brought back right after knowing it's only a matter of time before it happens again. Sometimes members of our flocks are returned home without warning, without us having a chance to say our farewells, just for more confused people to be brought in after.

Had we been in better communication from the start then things could have worked out differently, and that's truly unfortunate.

Edited 2024-09-28 18:19 (UTC)

[ again, he helpfully says nothing. don't look at him, his world doesn't even have sheep. ]

If holding someone accountable for their crimes makes one arrogant, then hand me the crown.

[He sniffs, unimpressed and unmoved. His sympathies lie with his people. Not their king. Neither will he feel guilty over a death he had nothing to do with. He arrived just in time to be blown up.]

I suggest you stop deceiving your secretary. The longer your facade continues, the worse it will be.

[He sighs.]

We have all of us dealt with demons. And you appeared as terrorists while we were still scrambling to even grasp hold of our situation. Once more, Levaithan is being much more forgiving than I. But I do agree with his sentiments. Communication, from the very beginning, might have led everyone down a very different path. The past cannot be changed, but the future is yet to be determined. If we can avoid even one more drop of spilled blood, then it is a path worth investing in.

Our resources are not limitless, but we can make steady shipments. But in order to maximize that effort, working together to properly clear the mist is most important for a permanent solution. It seems only then will the world have a chance at healing itself. Which is why I find an exchange of information paramount to our mutual success.

[narrah plz

he raises an eyebrow at Cres.]

Feel free to tell her yourself. You seem to have no problem forcing your will on others.

[u can't out-bitch a literal son of a bitch, cres!!

But he sighs.]

You're ill informed. The mist was here long before my father's fall. It just wasn't nearly as dangerous, nor did it suck the life from everything. Its effects have just gotten stronger--whether that be due to demon activity, the King's influence, or something else, I would not know.

But if information is what you're after. . .

[he stands, hands behind his back as he walks to. . .well, a broken window, cuz sheep, but still he walks to it. In the distance, far beyond the walls of the city, further than any of them have ever traveled, sits what looks like a black mountain.]

That mountain in the distance?

That's my father. His core--the nightmare factory where he lost his senses.

I heard from another group you're all investigating how to deal with him. I hadn't believed it in its entirety , and thought it suicide, but.

[a defeated shrug]

If you truly wish to start somewhere to 'heal' this rotting world, I'd suggest there.

[Of course they're ill informed. That was the whole point! But Levi just smiles.]

Excellent.

If there's anything you can tell us about the factory itself that might help those going we would appreciate that as well. If anyone here is capable of stepping into a deadly situation and coming out successful it's those from our pasture. You might as well make use of us.

...

Guess I'll ask again. Would you be willin' to share your sister's Name? Not to hurt her. Even if you don't trust our goodwill, please trust that hurting her just screws us over. Her magic is protectin' the pasture, so why would we?

It's just... there's a pattern, right? With every Name she's sealed away, she's sealed somethin' this world used to have. The shepherd's wish. Our own Truths. Who knows what else.

What I do know is this: if we're gonna face your father head-on, we're gonna want to be as whole as we can. All or nothin', yeah?

[You wanna bet-

He remains quiet for this, curious on the answers himself.]

Fair enough.

It was the original factory--the first one built, and most grand, where we discovered how to harness both the powers of dreams and nightmares. We shared that research with sheep-kind, and it's partially why we're somewhat more developed than they are.

Father visited after the news of his daughter's passing, and, well. He never left.

It's a bit of a trek by foot, less by car, but I can guarantee a safer, more straight forward path for all those who wish to enter. It's since been blocked off, treated as forbidden and cursed by most residents.

. . .

As for her name, I. . .can't remember. The Clover may not remember, but even when they, stole her body--[grimaces, with an ear flick. STILL CAN'T BELIEVE THEY DID THAT]--you'd notice her name wasn't even engraved, even in a memorial. All the subjects remember her as the Lost Princess, thinking her name is taboo, when it's simply been forgotten.

I assume it's to protect herself, but. Who knows what she's thinking.

Who indeed. Thank you for the information.

... One other question for you.

Blossom seemed to believe that getting rid of all of the demons would be the right path to follow, but with all due respect I don't trust her perspective on most things. It's possible that they're a necessary evil.

If destroying them all was even an option, do you think it should be done?

Hey, they didn't know she meant so much to—

Well. You already know how that goes.

... if the name's forgotten, it's forgotten. Can't be helped. Thanks anyway.

Edited 2024-09-29 07:44 (UTC)

[Once more he remains quiet, simply studying the wolf. He has a number of issues with the demons, but... he doesn't believe them all to be bad.]

[A surprised look at the notion, and he does actually have to think on that, bringing a hand up to his chin, frowning.]

I'm. . .sure we would be able to live without them, but it would be quite the cultural shift, even if most can be dangerous. Most wolves that remember the incident certainly wouldn't mind their demise. But with my sister being half one, I wouldn't be rooting to lose her again after all this.

I believe the overall safer option is to simply be vigilant and not call upon them unless absolutely necessary. Why?

Just curious.

I was personally against it, as I don't believe in wasting resources. But moreover, perhaps this is something you should take up with your sister at the first opportunity lest she go off and do something stupidly self-sacrificing.

[alarming,,,,]

I'll see to that.

In any case, this is the last intel I can provide. Watching the security footage of your arrival, I noticed you all just. . .appeared here, vs the others that came on foot. Given your association with the Forever Snake, I assume it is involved. Furthermore, with the Clover with you, it seems you needed a guide.

So based on those assumptions. . .[a huff, and he pulls out a lock of his fur, handing it over.]

I don't know exactly how it works for you all, but as you've never been to the prime factory, feel free to use this as a base to travel there.

—Kozo. Name's Kozo.

[ shooting a glance at Cres, then looking back at Ceo ]

Formerly Splash of the Weeds.

[He blinks in surprise, gaze shifting to Kozo. He... remembers? He attempts to school his expression, before returning his attention back to the so-called king.]

Naturally, we could only bring as much as we could carry-

[But he removes his bag.]

If you can assure our safe passage in and out of the city, I will help see to it that there is more on the way. If there is anything in particular that you are in dire need of above anything else, now would be the time to voice that.

[Levi accepts the fur with a nod and pulls up his own bag, setting out several bottles of hard apple cider.]

I'm still an amateur, but I think this is my best batch yet.

Edited 2024-09-30 03:50 (UTC)

[ now that he has free hands, he removes his own backpack and sets the contents on the table. as mentioned earlier, he brought grapes and as much alcohol that Clover's ~~useless~~ beloved priest would reasonably give him. also spare clothes. Clover-themed, but you take what you can get? ]

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