It's ya boy GUZMA (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
golisolation) wrote2010-06-01 12:42 am
golisolation) wrote2010-06-01 12:42 am
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"Yo, it's the hated boss that beats you down, and beats you down, and never lets up... Yeah, big bad Guzma is here—well, I ain't, actually. Leave a message and ya boy will get back at ya. Later days, dude."
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[Guzma clicks his tongue with a bit of disdain.]
Both gods and people can be pretty fucked up. You and me—we ain't so different. Standin' up against them shitty gods and their followers. Them treatin' us like we're outsiders in our own homes, but we ain't lettin' 'em push us around no more...
So, what was the deal with that, huh? Were they tryin' to make you conform with 'em, or was it somethin' else?
[He'll touch on the big about technology in a moment. Dude's got skills, no doubt, but he's more interested in the conflict that Emet and his people faced.]
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The entire history of where I'm from is a bit much, I think. But it boils down as thus: My people are incapable of using and wielding magic. Unlike here, where most people cannot, there— most people can. It is usually just a matter of learning a thing or two. And it seeps into every aspect of life!
They took our lands and forced us into the uninhabitable part of the world for ages. If only we could have simply lived in harmony despite our differences.
We kept some contact... we traded with them, but we were always expected to take bad deals on aught that we needed just to live. Food, fuel... The weather is so harsh, we couldn't grow anything. Hurricanes would constantly annihilate our buildings. We didn't even have magic to heal ourselves or make fires, and they weren't interested in cooperating with us. Only comparatively recently have we found a way to strike back against them and take what was ours.
[He seems to find what he was looking for and the noise quiets down.]
And they would claim that their Gods willed it, protected them even. [Well. Close enough.] My empire was founded on the ideals of protecting everyone from these cruel God's wills. Eikons, we call them, and they disrupt the very balance of nature, they control the minds of anyone unfortunate enough to come near, and wreak destruction. [Even though he said he wasn't going to give the whole history.]
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If this is the abridged version, Guzma's not sure if he could take the unabridged. Either way, it certainly paints the situation for him, definitely makes his earlier feelings of light kinship with Emet that much more valid and profound. He listens to it all, doesn't speak up to interrupt it, nor ask questions, and when Emet gets to the end of it, Guzma gives a darkly amused hum of thought.]
Our situations are different, no doubt, but at their core...very similar. Yeah.
[There's few he's fully disclosed his situation to, and maybe only one here who understands it. Now there's two, and that means something to Guzma. More than some might realize.]
Me and my crew—we're a band of outcasts, rejects by our own society. We don't fit to the status quo, don't play into what they think we should be—not 'cos we're stubborn and unwillin', but a matter of we just ain't capable. We been fightin' back against the system, tryin' to bring about change to them moldy old expectations and traditions that were set by the island guardians—our versions of, uh, whatever you called em.
Daikons, or whatever. [wait, isn't that a vegetable? Guzma doesn't hang on it too long...] Anyway, point is you got my respect. Ain't nothin' more worthy of it than a dude who ain't afraid to stand up against the shit life throws his way—especially when he beats down those who'd beat him down in the process.
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[Daikons.]
Well, I’m glad to have earned your respect, at any rate. I have to say, I admire your strength in the face of your situation. Defying tradition is never easy. But I respect it. My rule overturned countless bits of useless tradition that only hindered us.
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[Though, he sounds interested in that idea. A place where outcasts didn't happen, where people had worth regardless of their individual ability. Where tradition meant nothing, and didn't place you on the outskirts.
That bit about admiring his strength, though? That catches him, and while he didn't expect him to downplay his abilities, he's still not quite used to outright compliments. Let alone someone understanding him in such a profound way.]
...Yeah. The strong gotta fight for the future, or it ain't ever gonna come, huh? I can't afford to be weak, not even for a second, and it sure says a lot about you to be able to pick that up. You get it.
Sometimes you gotta destroy everything before you can make the difference that needs to be done, right?
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[Those bits he got about Lusamine were very helpful. ]
Hmm, those that do not act are easy to take power from. Like these ineffectual policy makers that apparently rule our lives. [Especially even you have practice.]
So what do you see for the future?
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He's been surrounded by people who saw the good in him, but couldn't understand the bad. Couldn't fully grasp what's left him mangled on the inside, but it seems like--feels like--in one fell swoop Solus here has. It's a strange sort of feeling, what with their general unfamiliarity, yet at the same time, he felt familiar in ways that others have failed to.]
The future don't really matter much, does it? Not here, anyway. I'm survivin', but the bone I'm pickin' ain't with this lot--even if they're full'a shit.
[Not a total truth, he likes what he has for the most part, likes the relationship he has with Lucina, likes the gang he's made and maintained for the better part of a year. He still doesn't trust the government, still doesn't like that Lucina seems blind to its ploy, but there isn't much to be done, not when they have nullifiers like they do.]
What about you, huh?
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[Back before it seemed like the scales had been tipped. Even if he was so, so tired.]