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in which the jaunt was failed because sera spent the wholetime stealing an entire populations pants

Ugh, I hate using this head talking magic!

Hey, so, acording to that guy in all of our heads-there's a bunch of people over in the Caliphate that think they can tell people what to do. Think they can tell people what to wear, and stop girls from kissing girls, and I think that's fucked up.

So I'm going to go steal their pants. As many as I can. Who else is in?

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...Huh? Well I'm. I know I'm not very good at it. Not yet. But I'm the leader of the Embryon now so I have to try.

[She's quiet for a very long moment, thinking it over.] I would like to, but... I can't. All of my family is Infiltrating this time. I can't get involved with something like that and make sure they're safe too. I'm sorry.

Even as a joke, pantsing a country will get old fast. You don't have to think little even for a prank. We can do better.

No, I do not actually follow any religion. I simply grew up in the Levant, knowing how to act to not offend those who follow different rules of conduct is something I grew up doing. It is why I can speak four languages and know enough to pass as a member of different groups so long as there is not much scrutiny. Besides, I somehow doubt any religion would accept me.

[He pauses, considering her story and the implications. The following continues in a private channel.]

We all wear masks, showing the world different faces of ourselves.

I show the world that I am a cripple, a man lucky enough to be taken in by scholars who makes maps for a living. It is a truth, but also a lie that is respectable to society for me to be.

Beneath that face is a killer and a thief. In fact I killed someone long before I kissed anyone let alone had a desire to do so.

Sometimes, you have to be what is acceptable to do what is not. A knife you do not expect from behind is deadlier than a sword wielded by a screaming madman.

[ Ooooookay, so he's an assassin. Okay. Well, he doesn't seem to want to kill her so... whatever. ]

That... I'm sorry? [ She sounds sincere enough, if unsure - having killed someone that young kind of sounds like it was part of suck? ]

I just... I understand that. But that's... There is nothing I can do about who I am. I can't change who my parents are, I can't change who I'm attracted to. They're just facts. And I don't see why I should have to pretend to be unhurt by people hurting me, or pretend I'm someone other than who I am just to be treated like a human being. And I don't see why I should be quiet if people treat me like shit, or say I should let them.

[ she's getting worked up again, and she falls silent for a couple of seconds as she breathes deeply to calm herself down ] Sorry. I just. It's sort of a sore subject.

I understand that. I also understand hating the world and even yourself for things you cannot change.

It is hard to be quiet and not fight back when people are spitting names at you, or just spitting on you, shoving you to the dirt because they see you as a worthless burden or only slightly better than some mangy stray dog picking for scraps in trash... or when they kill your family and hurt you so badly your mind refuses to remember what happened.

Do not show your wounds hurt until you are with those you can trust not to rub salt in to them. I do not recommend going five days through a desert to get there though.

If someone attacks you, unprovoked for who and what you are... tell me. I will see it taken care of.

[The "unprovoked" needs saying.]

Edited (Lost track of my sentence) 2015-09-20 08:47 (UTC)

Alright, then. I'll take that imaginary crown.

[Don't steal any pants from midgets, got it.]

... I'm not paying your bail either, I hope you know.

[He might. He... likes Braig? Sometimes?]

Me, need bail? As if! Don't worry; I got it covered.

I admit that I still find it unbelievable that humanity has left Earth.

Fair enough.

When are we doing this?

Oh, humanity is still on Earth in my time. It's just not only on Earth. Or-- do you mean that we got into space at all? Because it wasn't easy. There's been as many colonies that have failed as succeeded. The very first one did, I think, although I hadn't trained my memory when I learned Galactic History, so I'm afraid I don't remember how.

If you go through with this plan, that'll be all that's covered.

...As the actress said to the high priest. [He packages up the psychic impression of an unrepentant grin and sends it off.]

[He mentally snickers in spite of himself.]

But really, this plan is stupid and spiteful and if I didn't have to be an adult for everyone--for the first time in my life!--I would find it absolutely hilarious, but please. Try not to get arrested. I actually like you.

It is a stupid plan and I did mean it when I said I wouldn't be paying anyone's bail... but hopefully if the idiots are too busy trying to pants everyone they won't be setting everything on fire while screaming obscenities about the Trumps, so I suppose I'm tentatively in favor of it, so long as nobody gets sent to this Tunguska place I've heard about.

Not that I'd admit it publicly.

Aw, you're worried! Cute.

If it helps, to get at any serious higher-ups in this Caliphate they'd have to do a lot more travel than I plan to have time for. But a little light mayhem, you think anyone around here will even notice? As if! They've got too much mayhem going on without help.

Anything to keep the kids busy? [Braig is a terrible babysitter.]

Shush. I'm justly concerned.

And Tunguska belongs to the Prussians, actually, so it's more their higher ups you'd have to worry about.

Sure you are.

Then they won't care too much about Caliphate pants! Or former pants, as it were. See how things sort themselves out?

The Caliphate probably has their own hideous prison to contend with, you know. Just not one so infamous.

If it's not that infamous, it can't be that hard to break out of.

Maybe they'll spark a diplomatic incident. That's always a good time.

[Byerly chuckles in spite of himself.]

They're not, really, you know. One of them almost got my planet into war with the Cetagandans again a few years back.

Well, if it's your diplomacy, sure. But your planet ain't here. No consequences, yeah?

[It's at that moment that Byerly realizes that no matter what else they have in common--like being smarmy weaselly bastards--there is a profound difference between him and Braig. Because there are always consequences, even if the consequences don't always land on your head.

He doesn't let his tone of mental voice change when he replies.]

No, I suppose there aren't.

[He's disappointed in you, Braig, but he's damn well not going to show it.]

Who's there to have an incident with, anyway? Takes two to tango, and the lovely ladies on the lam don't have anyone answerable for them but them, last I checked.

Ostensibly we are.

But do we have a flag? It doesn't count unless you have a flag.

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