05-02-2016, 04:43 PM
The mentats first rule is that “A process cannot be understood by stopping it. Understanding must move with the flow of the process, must join it and flow with it.” and none understood this better than Muad'Dib. His understanding of the Omniverse came not from refusing to partake in Omniverse but doing so with great vigor and vehemence. He knew that were he to abstain he would be like a blind man wandering about in a room full of pins. So it was that Paul, having heard the rumors of a star that had fallen from the sky interested him. He knew things in this universe did not happen without reasons, without causes. Omni was behind this- known to all for his fare for the dramatic and theatrics. Paul was no stranger to such things- the Landsraad court was nothing but posturing and theatrics and these were matters he was well versed in as the son of a Duke.
His task now was to determine what actions were BEHIND the action. What was the intent, the goal, the end game? Was Omni, or perhaps some other powerful Prime, simply seeking amusement or was there a deeper game afoot? Was this a trap? He didn’t think so- death didn’t really have quite the same consequences here. If it was a trap it wouldn’t be for those participating in it- it would be to empower the one pulling the strings for later gains. Paul considered this but did so has he went along with it. Stopping it would only stop the process and thus his understanding. This is to say that Paul made himself interested in this star that fell from heaven largely because others were interested in it.
Paul knew of people that might know. This is because they always knew. He was, of course, talking about the lowest scum on the Earth. They had a rat’s nose for things and he was no stranger to paying a top price for such men’s services- a man like that was worth ten times his weight in spice and that beats and honest man’s price by many times over. So it was that Paul arrived in the town with no name, a place he largely avoided save for occasional resupplies, to seek out what information he could find about this star. He knew somewhere in this town a man would know the name of someone who knew someone who knew where it had landed. It doubted it would be easy to get out of someone but would prefer to use more refined methods of negotiation rather than torture. Tortue told you whatever you wanted to hear and was about as genuine as the love of a whore. No... Paul had to grease palms rather than cut them.
Hooded his his wind-swept cloak he made his way into one of the seedier bars on the outskirts of the city. Paul knew that this place had earned a reputation as a thieve’s den that worked to stay JUST this side of the law. The fact that it only had a few dirty secrets and illicit activities meant that, by a large margin, it was considered “polite” and “high class” when compared to the other dead-end, bottom of the barrel, squalid, establishments that clustered on the edge of the desert.
Paul’s haunting blue-in-blue eyes glowed as he stepped through the door frame, his two men trailing him- clearly armed but not with weapon drawn. Paul had a regal bearing to him- a commanding presence that even in a place like this people took notice of. He was given a clear path to the bar where he nodded to the bartender and placed a few objects for barter on there and whispered to him. The man behind the bar nodded and filled three cups. One with hard liquor and two with water. Gurney smiled, the inkvine scar on his cheek tugging as he did so, and happily accepted the liquor while Duncan and Paul enjoyed their water. On Arrakis water was comparable to Spice in terms of price by volume and he savored the cool, clean, non-recycled, liquid after they took their seat at a grubby wooden table. Paul would wait here. Wait and find the man he was looking for. His prescience would guide him. He had forseen it.
His task now was to determine what actions were BEHIND the action. What was the intent, the goal, the end game? Was Omni, or perhaps some other powerful Prime, simply seeking amusement or was there a deeper game afoot? Was this a trap? He didn’t think so- death didn’t really have quite the same consequences here. If it was a trap it wouldn’t be for those participating in it- it would be to empower the one pulling the strings for later gains. Paul considered this but did so has he went along with it. Stopping it would only stop the process and thus his understanding. This is to say that Paul made himself interested in this star that fell from heaven largely because others were interested in it.
Paul knew of people that might know. This is because they always knew. He was, of course, talking about the lowest scum on the Earth. They had a rat’s nose for things and he was no stranger to paying a top price for such men’s services- a man like that was worth ten times his weight in spice and that beats and honest man’s price by many times over. So it was that Paul arrived in the town with no name, a place he largely avoided save for occasional resupplies, to seek out what information he could find about this star. He knew somewhere in this town a man would know the name of someone who knew someone who knew where it had landed. It doubted it would be easy to get out of someone but would prefer to use more refined methods of negotiation rather than torture. Tortue told you whatever you wanted to hear and was about as genuine as the love of a whore. No... Paul had to grease palms rather than cut them.
Hooded his his wind-swept cloak he made his way into one of the seedier bars on the outskirts of the city. Paul knew that this place had earned a reputation as a thieve’s den that worked to stay JUST this side of the law. The fact that it only had a few dirty secrets and illicit activities meant that, by a large margin, it was considered “polite” and “high class” when compared to the other dead-end, bottom of the barrel, squalid, establishments that clustered on the edge of the desert.
Paul’s haunting blue-in-blue eyes glowed as he stepped through the door frame, his two men trailing him- clearly armed but not with weapon drawn. Paul had a regal bearing to him- a commanding presence that even in a place like this people took notice of. He was given a clear path to the bar where he nodded to the bartender and placed a few objects for barter on there and whispered to him. The man behind the bar nodded and filled three cups. One with hard liquor and two with water. Gurney smiled, the inkvine scar on his cheek tugging as he did so, and happily accepted the liquor while Duncan and Paul enjoyed their water. On Arrakis water was comparable to Spice in terms of price by volume and he savored the cool, clean, non-recycled, liquid after they took their seat at a grubby wooden table. Paul would wait here. Wait and find the man he was looking for. His prescience would guide him. He had forseen it.
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