How was I to know I was unwanted? There were no signs, no guards to tell me otherwise. I was simply walking.
[ A pain as ever, Emet-Selch waves a hand absently. His eyes drag up and over the other man, nameless but kind enough to help a stranger, and he wonders. He has seen enough of those who are barely with a soul and few of them have the heart nor decency to support or aid a stranger, let alone someone like him.
If only he knew.
Slowly, Emet-Selch pushes himself up to his feet, stretching his arms above his head before he glances back over, the smile on his lips one of smug arrogance more than anything else. He's clearly unafraid of the threats, no matter what form they might take. ]
How, exactly, do you plan to remove me? You have already told me you are bereft of magic.
Simply walking. [ He repeats it, dry tone indicating how much of that he truly believes. Thivir also doesn't address the entire "how was I to know" simply due to the fact that it is rather common knowledge. ] Were you not scouting? Mapping out routes so that you and yours might pass through the Wood to further your own ends?
[ Just because the Viera do not leave ( and those that do are not to return, no exceptions for the Rava ) does not mean that they are completely ignorant of what goes on beyond the jungle. The trees whisper. They speak. People attempt to pass through and they listen.
A terrible shame, it is, that neither one of them know exactly who the other is... Or who they will one day be.
Now Thivir is seeing to his own injuries, what few there are, as the man gets up. He's as tall as any Garlean, yes, which means that Thivir himself is - once again - stuck looking up. Now that sours his mood as it ever would, not being overly keen on his own lack of height. ]
I did not earn my place by being meek. Do you think it coincidence that no one save Viera have been able to navigate this terrain?
Does it look as though I am carrying maps? Charcoal? Any such thing? You imagine me to be an entirely different man than who I am in reality, and I care very little for the scope of your woods.
[ Emet-Selch is honest in this, at least; he does not care. The Empire might, and his people might be obsessed with the idea of conquering and taking control, but at this point in his journey and his scheming it isn't something that bothers him the least. He isn't concerned, he doesn't care, and it shows in the way that his body lifts, a full-body shrug.
His eyes flick over the Viera instead, drinking him in, and wonders. His soulsight is rarely inaccurate, but he does not give it too long a glance right now. There are other, more curious things.
Looking down, Emet-Selch's smile turns into a smirk. ]
No, I would imagine it is not a coincidence. Please, do your utmost.
You carry weapons as did your fellows. Be they for protection or destruction, I find that the thin line is crossed more often than not.
[ He should stop talking. Stop conversing. Thivir had been doing as he had been instructed for years, stubbornly trying to prove his mentor wrong. That there is no softness in him that would leas to his own demise. But perhaps that there is still a part of the child he had been that hasn’t died out completely. A problem, in truth.
At this point in time, there is no Echo. Not quite for a while yet. So all that is there is him. Only Thivir.
His eyes narrow, realizing that this man doesn’t intend to move. ]
Poison still courses your veins and yet…
[ Well then. Out comes a blade - just how many weapons does he carry on his own person? - and a determined look. ]
Ought we not be allowed protection in case there is danger? Clearly it was necessary.
[ Emet-Selch is still standing, looking nonplussed at the threats. He doubts this mortal could be any threat to him, not really, and he allows himself to look him up and down, examining and curious. He's not encountered much of this man's kind, that's to be sure, and he is somewhat interested in the nature of them.
It reminds him of a person who had wished to explore all that the world has to offer, and that leaves him feeling an ache deep in his chest.
Crossing his arms, Emet-Selch just smiles. ]
It would take more than a little poison to truly bring me down, I am afraid.
Had you not thought to trespass, mayhap there would not have been a need.
[ There is no fear there. No, if nothing else the man seems amused. Far too amused it doesn’t settle upon Thivir very well. Usually there would be some curiosity and amazement, yes. He had heard his sisters speak of those moments when one or two had managed to get as far as the village. How quickly it had all turned to fear when they had turned lances upon the intruders.
Something… Something doesn’t read right here. Oh there is nothing to give it away. The mist in the air is as steady as it ever is. There’s nothing that sets his ears off nor other senses. Just the lack id fear and being able to stand… ]
I should strike you down. You must know that in any other circumstances, I very much would. Without hesitation and without any mercy.
[ Because he has. Countless times before he has and there hadn't been any indecision on his part. Yet! If he presses forward wouldn’t that be giving the man what he wants? Or maybe Thivir is overthinking it. He huffs, almost inaudible as he sheaths his blade and stands upright. Probably a mistake. ]
Alas, I am not here to provide entertainment. You had the opportunity to take my life in the heat of the moment and you did not.
[ It doesn’t make sense to save a life if only to take it in the next moment. ]
Know that even should I stay my hand, others will not.
Can we truly call it trespassing when I did not know there was ought to trespass against?
[ It's not as if he had come here knowing he would be bothering a group of Viera men, nor did he come here with the intention of stepping on land where he is not welcomed. Now that he has, however, there is no denying the want to learn more, to see how far he might push and demand and make note of whatever these people are doing.
It is part of his nature, and as his arms open wide in a casual, unshakable way, there is no denying that Emet-Selch is nothing short of amused. ]
I would certainly like to see you try. In any other circumstance, with anyone else, I would almost think you capable of success.
[ Emet-Selch is not afraid. If he is attacked he can simply teleport, move behind the man, step out of his way - or summon his own magicks to make himself more than secure. He does not fear the threat of danger from this man because he knows himself stronger. ]
I am curious, a learned man. Would you punish me for it? Is that the nature of your ilk, I wonder?
Then you did not heed the warnings or advice of the local populaces prior to entering. This would make you rather foolish.
[ The man is still amused. Smug. Arrogant. Unconcerned about just about everything from what Thivir can tell. With anyone else and capable of success meaning that he doesn't believe that the Viera could manage? An ear flicks in irritation even if his face remains as stern as it had but a few moments ago. ]
A learned man would have investigated before setting out. Is that the nature of your ilk, that you do not take into consideration what anyone but yours believes?
[ Thivir turns then, meandering towards one of the many trees. Hand placed upon the surface, he means to make a getaway. Excuse himself before too many words are spoken. In truth, he is curious. He wants to figure out this man before him. To understand. That is not something that Thivir should do and removing himself from the temptation is...
Well it's the only step that he can take. ]
It is not we that despise your presence. We are but guardians and protectors of this place. The trees themselves denote your unworthiness. They cry about you being wrong and desire you to be cut down. Even now their distress builds.
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[ A pain as ever, Emet-Selch waves a hand absently. His eyes drag up and over the other man, nameless but kind enough to help a stranger, and he wonders. He has seen enough of those who are barely with a soul and few of them have the heart nor decency to support or aid a stranger, let alone someone like him.
If only he knew.
Slowly, Emet-Selch pushes himself up to his feet, stretching his arms above his head before he glances back over, the smile on his lips one of smug arrogance more than anything else. He's clearly unafraid of the threats, no matter what form they might take. ]
How, exactly, do you plan to remove me? You have already told me you are bereft of magic.
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[ Just because the Viera do not leave ( and those that do are not to return, no exceptions for the Rava ) does not mean that they are completely ignorant of what goes on beyond the jungle. The trees whisper. They speak. People attempt to pass through and they listen.
A terrible shame, it is, that neither one of them know exactly who the other is... Or who they will one day be.
Now Thivir is seeing to his own injuries, what few there are, as the man gets up. He's as tall as any Garlean, yes, which means that Thivir himself is - once again - stuck looking up. Now that sours his mood as it ever would, not being overly keen on his own lack of height. ]
I did not earn my place by being meek. Do you think it coincidence that no one save Viera have been able to navigate this terrain?
[ He'll use force of course! ]
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[ Emet-Selch is honest in this, at least; he does not care. The Empire might, and his people might be obsessed with the idea of conquering and taking control, but at this point in his journey and his scheming it isn't something that bothers him the least. He isn't concerned, he doesn't care, and it shows in the way that his body lifts, a full-body shrug.
His eyes flick over the Viera instead, drinking him in, and wonders. His soulsight is rarely inaccurate, but he does not give it too long a glance right now. There are other, more curious things.
Looking down, Emet-Selch's smile turns into a smirk. ]
No, I would imagine it is not a coincidence. Please, do your utmost.
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[ He should stop talking. Stop conversing. Thivir had been doing as he had been instructed for years, stubbornly trying to prove his mentor wrong. That there is no softness in him that would leas to his own demise. But perhaps that there is still a part of the child he had been that hasn’t died out completely. A problem, in truth.
At this point in time, there is no Echo. Not quite for a while yet. So all that is there is him. Only Thivir.
His eyes narrow, realizing that this man doesn’t intend to move. ]
Poison still courses your veins and yet…
[ Well then. Out comes a blade - just how many weapons does he carry on his own person? - and a determined look. ]
Move.
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[ Emet-Selch is still standing, looking nonplussed at the threats. He doubts this mortal could be any threat to him, not really, and he allows himself to look him up and down, examining and curious. He's not encountered much of this man's kind, that's to be sure, and he is somewhat interested in the nature of them.
It reminds him of a person who had wished to explore all that the world has to offer, and that leaves him feeling an ache deep in his chest.
Crossing his arms, Emet-Selch just smiles. ]
It would take more than a little poison to truly bring me down, I am afraid.
[ A shrug. ]
Make me.
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[ There is no fear there. No, if nothing else the man seems amused. Far too amused it doesn’t settle upon Thivir very well. Usually there would be some curiosity and amazement, yes. He had heard his sisters speak of those moments when one or two had managed to get as far as the village. How quickly it had all turned to fear when they had turned lances upon the intruders.
Something… Something doesn’t read right here. Oh there is nothing to give it away. The mist in the air is as steady as it ever is. There’s nothing that sets his ears off nor other senses. Just the lack id fear and being able to stand… ]
I should strike you down. You must know that in any other circumstances, I very much would. Without hesitation and without any mercy.
[ Because he has. Countless times before he has and there hadn't been any indecision on his part. Yet! If he presses forward wouldn’t that be giving the man what he wants? Or maybe Thivir is overthinking it. He huffs, almost inaudible as he sheaths his blade and stands upright. Probably a mistake. ]
Alas, I am not here to provide entertainment. You had the opportunity to take my life in the heat of the moment and you did not.
[ It doesn’t make sense to save a life if only to take it in the next moment. ]
Know that even should I stay my hand, others will not.
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[ It's not as if he had come here knowing he would be bothering a group of Viera men, nor did he come here with the intention of stepping on land where he is not welcomed. Now that he has, however, there is no denying the want to learn more, to see how far he might push and demand and make note of whatever these people are doing.
It is part of his nature, and as his arms open wide in a casual, unshakable way, there is no denying that Emet-Selch is nothing short of amused. ]
I would certainly like to see you try. In any other circumstance, with anyone else, I would almost think you capable of success.
[ Emet-Selch is not afraid. If he is attacked he can simply teleport, move behind the man, step out of his way - or summon his own magicks to make himself more than secure. He does not fear the threat of danger from this man because he knows himself stronger. ]
I am curious, a learned man. Would you punish me for it? Is that the nature of your ilk, I wonder?
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[ The man is still amused. Smug. Arrogant. Unconcerned about just about everything from what Thivir can tell. With anyone else and capable of success meaning that he doesn't believe that the Viera could manage? An ear flicks in irritation even if his face remains as stern as it had but a few moments ago. ]
A learned man would have investigated before setting out. Is that the nature of your ilk, that you do not take into consideration what anyone but yours believes?
[ Thivir turns then, meandering towards one of the many trees. Hand placed upon the surface, he means to make a getaway. Excuse himself before too many words are spoken. In truth, he is curious. He wants to figure out this man before him. To understand. That is not something that Thivir should do and removing himself from the temptation is...
Well it's the only step that he can take. ]
It is not we that despise your presence. We are but guardians and protectors of this place. The trees themselves denote your unworthiness. They cry about you being wrong and desire you to be cut down. Even now their distress builds.