Post by Rime on Jun 1, 2021 18:09:35 GMT -5
Rime imagined that Azoth didn't see any real honour in killing Hibernal, but it didn't really matter; he still saw himself as an idealistic saviour, a force of good for the whole galaxy. Rime couldn't really see it, or how a conqueror could be good, but it didn't really matter to him how Azoth chose to view himself. That was his own business, and all that mattered to Rime was what affected him, how Azoth's mindset and actions would impact on him. He had already put his bets on one horse (there was that animal again) and he was confident in the ability of his predicted candidate to win. It wasn't as though he was making some kind of incredible prediction, of course.
"Perhaps it's a coping mechanism of some sort, though I never did see the point. If one wants to do good, they'll do it, right? It seems much more about convincing others about how good you are, than anything else." He let out a small chuckle at Derry's joke at his own expense, glad that it seemed that every Earthling he'd met thus far had some good sense of humour about them. "Believe me when I say that neither of them will. The Emperor of Arcose is something you're going to have to deal with one way or another, unfortunately. I am happy to be helping with such efforts, of course, and do let me know if there's any other solutions regarding that you'd like to discuss."
He was glancing aside as he spoke, but his senses kicked in, his eyes darting to Derry in a moment when he felt hesitation. That simple, predatory aspect of his brain did cause some issues from time to time, but thankfully now it was little more than him seeming to look over when his new business partner spoke. He had his invitation to their headquarters, then, and to discuss it. "Well, that sounds lovely. I'd very much enjoy meeting them - I'll be sure to let you know the next time I come by to Earth."
Rime didn't hesitate in shaking Derry's hand, clearly enjoying how cordial a meeting could be with someone who seemed to be more from his walk of life. "A delight meeting you as well, Mister Ottoy." He simply gave a nod as Derry walked off, and glanced over the man as he left. Odd, how the Earthling form resembeled the Arcosian in certain ways. Well, there was no need to get his head filled with those kinds of thoughts.
Left alone with his work, Rime returned to his papers, putting them away. Soon, he would have much more business to attend to.
WC: 446
TWC: 3721
"Perhaps it's a coping mechanism of some sort, though I never did see the point. If one wants to do good, they'll do it, right? It seems much more about convincing others about how good you are, than anything else." He let out a small chuckle at Derry's joke at his own expense, glad that it seemed that every Earthling he'd met thus far had some good sense of humour about them. "Believe me when I say that neither of them will. The Emperor of Arcose is something you're going to have to deal with one way or another, unfortunately. I am happy to be helping with such efforts, of course, and do let me know if there's any other solutions regarding that you'd like to discuss."
He was glancing aside as he spoke, but his senses kicked in, his eyes darting to Derry in a moment when he felt hesitation. That simple, predatory aspect of his brain did cause some issues from time to time, but thankfully now it was little more than him seeming to look over when his new business partner spoke. He had his invitation to their headquarters, then, and to discuss it. "Well, that sounds lovely. I'd very much enjoy meeting them - I'll be sure to let you know the next time I come by to Earth."
Rime didn't hesitate in shaking Derry's hand, clearly enjoying how cordial a meeting could be with someone who seemed to be more from his walk of life. "A delight meeting you as well, Mister Ottoy." He simply gave a nod as Derry walked off, and glanced over the man as he left. Odd, how the Earthling form resembeled the Arcosian in certain ways. Well, there was no need to get his head filled with those kinds of thoughts.
Left alone with his work, Rime returned to his papers, putting them away. Soon, he would have much more business to attend to.
WC: 446
TWC: 3721