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[worldeater]

[On comes the video feed, and the man on the other end seems to consider the screen with distaste for a moment; the pause is long enough to wonder if he's simply going to change his mind and turn it off, but then he speaks. It's a low tone, something that almost sounds like it shouldn't belong to a human, but what is more noticeable is the fact that it is practically dripping with the repugnance of... something. His situation? His audience? All of the above? Red eyes flash with visible impatience as he addresses the network.]

I have been viewing this "network" for several days, watching mortal refugees from other worlds exchange words, images, ideas. Some have accepted and assimilated into their new situation, while others remain resistant and opposed to this place and what they expect of us.

[His lips threaten to curl into a mirthless grin.]

Zahdnu. It is pointless. Do you not see how petty it is? Caught in someone else's conflict, whether you fight or remain ambivalent, it all meets the same end; in time, it will be all be forgotten. All of you will be forgotten. Do you think you will be remembered in a hundred years time, do you think this war they want us to fight will be anything more than a footnote in the history of a thousand years? Five thousand? You should be lucky if your civilizations do not crumble to the ground well before then.

Everything here is noise with no meaning. That I should have to suffer through it is an insult. In defeat, I would have preferred a nothingness, and not forced to live with those whose bodies will decay into dust with time. No dovah, no dragon, deserves such humiliation.

[Well, how's that for a first "hello"? That being said, he simply moves on, as if everything he just declared is not up for debate.]

Those here who considers themselves immortal, a god, or anything more than the majority of those who live in this world -- especially those who find themselves weakened -- my name is Alduin, the World Eater, and I would speak with you.


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[worldeater]

[Well that's very uninformative.]

Everyone can do something, Haen. Is that the extent of what you can tell me?

[alcheregis]

No, I mean like a something something! Like an ability, so maybe they were another imPort. It was just so fleeting, I really wish I could have seen clearly who it was. Ah, maybe I can find someone knew and see if it happens again. I wonder if bumping into them was a requirement? I suppose some people would probably not mind if I did that on purpose, just to test it out, because there have been some really wonderfully accommodating people here I've met already.

[worldeater]

[With more clarification comes a bit more interest, but it still doesn't seem like it will help Alduin's current situation.]

You will find the answer you are looking for; you possess a strange, stubborn spirit. Even a god of destruction does not deter you.

[He sees it as stubbornness, at least.]

[alcheregis]

[ He's probably not far off, on that one. ]

I guess I'll just have to ask around, then! That's fine, I want to let people know there's an available genessi, anyway. Can't expect to do any business without advertising, right?

[worldeater]

You expect to do business here? Do you think many will wish to flock to the changes you can offer?

[alcheregis]

Well, a girl can certainly hope for a flocking, now can't she? Except you're not a girl, so perhaps that doesn't make quite as much sense to you. Unless you became male by arriving here, I mean, if you were a dragon and now you're not, then really that's not off the table either--

[worldeater]

You are rambling again. [He interrupts, quite rudely. As usual.]

Are you not at all apprehensive of this new place? Either that or your oblivious nature is makil. Astoundingly large.

[alcheregis]

Am I?

[ She doesn't think of it as rambling, usually. Everything she says connects together in her mind, even if other people can't find the common theme. ]

Apprehensive? Mm, not really! It seems very nice, much better than Riesling Tower, and everyone here seems rather nice.

[ She doesn't remark on being called oblivious; it's happened a lot over the years. ]

So you're saying I have an astoundingly large presence! That's sweet of you, although you should be careful handing out compliments like that, it does come across a little skewed with your particular choice of phrasing. I'll admit, no one's ever accused me of being quiet, that's certain...

[ Way to prove his point, Haen. ]

[worldeater]

Those who would accuse you of being quiet are either fools or deaf.

[Oh, Alduin...]

Your Tower, did you find it an oppressive place?

["Oppressive" as opposed to "not nice", as he's always thinking in extremes.]

[alcheregis]

If they were deaf, I could fix that. There's not really a template fix for foolishness, though.

Oppressive? Well...

[ She hedges a little, and this might be the first time she's displayed actual thought before she begins speaking. ]

That depends on who you ask, really. There are a lot of rebel groups who say it is; the Codex, specifically. I can see where they're coming from.

But there are worse places to live than Riesling. So, it's all about perception!

[worldeater]

[But Alduin is curious, and tries to dig a little more.]

Tell me of the perception of those who think it is oppressive. Why do they believe that?

[alcheregis]

Because... well, people have a lot determined about their life when they're born. It's called their Codex value, and it controls everything, from where you live, to what kinds of jobs you can get, to what kind of people you're allowed to be around.

[worldeater]

[Ah. An understanding comes clearer to Alduin.]

It is a matter of freedom.

[Oh, he almost frowns again, thinking a war fought back in Tamriel.]

It is always a matter of freedom. That much seems universal.

[alcheregis]

Shouldn't it be? I mean, being alive without being free seems rather terrible.