[Good to her word, Natasha is dressed and looking professional, standing on his door step in under eleven minutes, despite the late hour. She looks tired, but the shadows under her eyes give the impression that it's a general state of being.]
[ He'd put on some coffee in the meantime having not even undressed for the night yet. Though some of the more battle gear had been shedded. Sword not by his side. Plain black pants neatly tucked into shoes. A black vest. Simple attire.
Sasuke nodded for her to enter as the door opened, let her pass through, and closed behind her. The place was immaculate. Tidy and clean. Almost as if no one even lived here. ]
[ He brought the two cups of coffee to the table. Cream and sugar if wanted. Then slid into a chair with a quiet exhale. He wasn't one for pleasantries. So, after a moment to settle, Sasuke dove right in. ]
A lot of the events from a month or so ago collide. [ Time was grey, here. Hard to track. ] But I remember one very specific thing. Hearing it a few times in the warehouse. This chatter about missing what they were before. What things were before, or what they were before?
[ His eyes narrowed in thought. ] Do you remember hearing that?
I have heard that. I heard it before, too. The Veiled Order's mission as far as I could tell was to force Lucifer to move things back the way they were.
[She has an ideas what that might mean, but no strong evidence. The staff don't tend to be forthcoming with her, and their conversations with one another are rather long and explanatory.]
Which lines up with the idea that this 'project' is fairly new. What are the odds that a civil war of sorts is on the horizon, then?
[ He brought the cup to his chest for a moment before drinking from it. Because he wouldn't be shocked, honestly. There were so few places he had ever been to that didn't end in war. ]
It's not impossible, especially for some values of civil war.
[Natasha sips her coffee, considering how likely she thinks civil war is per se. That's one way it could go. There could also be a coup, or an attempted coup.]
It's safe to say that their are factions at odds with each other, and we're liable to see more open conflict one way or another. So far, it seems like Lucifer's organized detractors have limited resources, but that could change.
[ An attempted coup could lead to war or something close to that as well. He'd hope not, but. Hope wasn't going to solve anything. They needed contingencies in place and while there were plenty of people with extraordinary power and skill here, when it was disorganized it hardly mattered. ]
Could change drastically. Kingdoms usually fall from within. [ a beat. ] I want to revisit the idea of organizing people here. People interested, at least. To gather information, piece together the playing field, and be prepared to take care of whatever inevitability comes for us.
[ It's taken him awhile -- like, 5 deaths and just about as many times being thrown into various dimensions -- but he's finally learned the value of teamwork. ]
Interest and organization have been the sticking point, I think. Half the people here aren't that interested in the big picture. Half the rest aren't real team players.
[Natasha sighs. She doesn't blame anyone for looking askance at attempts to organize responses, and she hasn't run into real hostility to the idea. More chaotic personalities, apt to ignore attempts to coordinate in favor of following their own half baked plan.]
That's the problem, isn't it? [ There is a slight smile on his lips but it fades. This was always the problem. People who came to these places were often leaders in a way or had the ego of one. Everyone wanted the same thing but couldn't agree on how to do it. Factions formed, and separated the people. Sometimes it was extreme, sometimes not. ]
There's only one person in the world, in my experience, that's ever managed to make a leadership position functional. He just has this infectious way about him. People want to listen. People feel valued, and are. It took about four wars over the span of several eras to find someone like that.
I don't have any ambition to be like that. I just want a network of people willing to share, inform, and come to rational decisions. Whoever takes the lead on any given choice we make can be decided then and there based on the collective.
Looking for a leader would be premature in any event.
[And if people balked at being organized, they'd down right rebel if someone tried to assert something like authority. At the same time, it could be useful. It kept people from getting too settled here, which could be to their advantage.]
Your goal seems more realistic. Just people who talk to each other, if things go south maybe they work together...?
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[Good to her word, Natasha is dressed and looking professional, standing on his door step in under eleven minutes, despite the late hour. She looks tired, but the shadows under her eyes give the impression that it's a general state of being.]
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Sasuke nodded for her to enter as the door opened, let her pass through, and closed behind her. The place was immaculate. Tidy and clean. Almost as if no one even lived here. ]
There's tea if you don't want coffee.
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[She's not one to be picky. Either way is warm and caffeinated. It will work.]
Whatever you're having.
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A lot of the events from a month or so ago collide. [ Time was grey, here. Hard to track. ] But I remember one very specific thing. Hearing it a few times in the warehouse. This chatter about missing what they were before. What things were before, or what they were before?
[ His eyes narrowed in thought. ] Do you remember hearing that?
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[She has an ideas what that might mean, but no strong evidence. The staff don't tend to be forthcoming with her, and their conversations with one another are rather long and explanatory.]
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[ He brought the cup to his chest for a moment before drinking from it. Because he wouldn't be shocked, honestly. There were so few places he had ever been to that didn't end in war. ]
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[Natasha sips her coffee, considering how likely she thinks civil war is per se. That's one way it could go. There could also be a coup, or an attempted coup.]
It's safe to say that their are factions at odds with each other, and we're liable to see more open conflict one way or another. So far, it seems like Lucifer's organized detractors have limited resources, but that could change.
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Could change drastically. Kingdoms usually fall from within. [ a beat. ] I want to revisit the idea of organizing people here. People interested, at least. To gather information, piece together the playing field, and be prepared to take care of whatever inevitability comes for us.
[ It's taken him awhile -- like, 5 deaths and just about as many times being thrown into various dimensions -- but he's finally learned the value of teamwork. ]
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[Natasha sighs. She doesn't blame anyone for looking askance at attempts to organize responses, and she hasn't run into real hostility to the idea. More chaotic personalities, apt to ignore attempts to coordinate in favor of following their own half baked plan.]
That doesn't mean it couldn't be done, though.
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There's only one person in the world, in my experience, that's ever managed to make a leadership position functional. He just has this infectious way about him. People want to listen. People feel valued, and are. It took about four wars over the span of several eras to find someone like that.
I don't have any ambition to be like that. I just want a network of people willing to share, inform, and come to rational decisions. Whoever takes the lead on any given choice we make can be decided then and there based on the collective.
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[And if people balked at being organized, they'd down right rebel if someone tried to assert something like authority. At the same time, it could be useful. It kept people from getting too settled here, which could be to their advantage.]
Your goal seems more realistic. Just people who talk to each other, if things go south maybe they work together...?