They pulled you outta a well or a pool or somethin', right? Yeah, that ain't the gods just randomly droppin' you off. That's them, summonin' you on purpose. They're doin' it themselves just like Thorne and Cadens, only they're hidin' behind the old gods so's they don't have to admit they're fuckin' with shit above their paygrade.
[ It is also, perhaps, unsurprising that Julie has a hard time empathizing with the natives. Her particular journey has not done much to endear them to her or her to them -- first imprisoned, then technically a fugitive in probably the worst treated town in Thorne if not all of Abraxas, and finally left as an illegal alien in a city that makes it clear they care about the Summoned only as potential tools. It's a far cry from being welcomed as a godsend, lavished with adoration and everything needed for comfort.
She tosses back the rest of her drink and sets the glass back down on the counter, then begins to walk away with a crooked finger beckoning Steve to follow. ] So yeah, it's their fault. If they don't like us bein' here and throwin' the Singularity outta whack, then they need to put on their big boy pants and go all Les Mis on the mages. I mean, they can do magic here. Can you imagine what Hamilton woulda been if we could of blasted the redcoats right outta the colonies?
[ The crowd parts like the Red Sea around her, or at least her partiers do. Anticipating her movements and making sure she has enough room, that she's never inconvenienced. She leads him to the drug table, where she pokes through a bowl of gummy bears and spears one on a claw. Which she then sticks right in his face. ] No no, you can be Baby Steve. You're the youngest. Eat this.
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[ It is also, perhaps, unsurprising that Julie has a hard time empathizing with the natives. Her particular journey has not done much to endear them to her or her to them -- first imprisoned, then technically a fugitive in probably the worst treated town in Thorne if not all of Abraxas, and finally left as an illegal alien in a city that makes it clear they care about the Summoned only as potential tools. It's a far cry from being welcomed as a godsend, lavished with adoration and everything needed for comfort.
She tosses back the rest of her drink and sets the glass back down on the counter, then begins to walk away with a crooked finger beckoning Steve to follow. ] So yeah, it's their fault. If they don't like us bein' here and throwin' the Singularity outta whack, then they need to put on their big boy pants and go all Les Mis on the mages. I mean, they can do magic here. Can you imagine what Hamilton woulda been if we could of blasted the redcoats right outta the colonies?
[ The crowd parts like the Red Sea around her, or at least her partiers do. Anticipating her movements and making sure she has enough room, that she's never inconvenienced. She leads him to the drug table, where she pokes through a bowl of gummy bears and spears one on a claw. Which she then sticks right in his face. ] No no, you can be Baby Steve. You're the youngest. Eat this.