08-01-2016, 04:34 PM
"You and your minion have some real problems with assumptions."
The helmet melted back, and Dominator's face was revealed - the woman stepped around in front of Warren again, her hands moving to her hips.
"Let me help you out, give you a few hints." She said, her voice now far more cheerful - feminine, rather than being a terrifying rumble of barely-contained rage. "I've been here long enough to work out what I need to know. I've already disproved at least one of the assumptions your boy tried to pass off on me, and I've been to another world, where I've made allies."
She threw her hand back, encompassing the gate as she continued to talk - apparently completely uncaring that they are having this discussion in a very public place, where all manner of secondaries could, and probably would, eventually feed the information back to the factions that control this place.
"For allies to work, I need to know who I'm dealing with, what your goals are, and why. You also need the same from me."
The rest of the armour melted away, leaving her still quite towering at six foot tall - but rather less physically imposing. She wants to look Warren in the helmet as openly as she can.
"But here's the thing." She said, one hand returning to her hip. "You're looking to start a war. I've been here - metaphorically speaking - ten minutes, and I know that! Do you really think the people you're trying to provoke are dumb enough not to? I mean, its possible, but it still doesn't fill me with confidence. And I have no idea why you want to start this war."
Stepping to the side, the woman's hand raised to twirl circles in the air. "Don't get me wrong, I like a good war as much as the next world-conquering super-tyrant, but if you're going to get the most out of it, you need to plan. You need to know who your targets are, what makes them tick, what parts of them to twist so that they snap in the best possible way. But more than that, you need to have an idea of what you want! How are you going to win?"
A rather theatrical sigh, and she made sure she was back in front of Warren for the final element. "And on top of that..."
She shook her head, "You and I? I think we've got very different understandings of what power is. Anything you can give me? Isn't power for me, it is just a loan. A debt. Omnilium, knowledge, a bed - hah!" As though that idea was somehow just innately funny to the green-skinned would-be tyrant.
"None of those things are power. Power is the ability to do what you want, and have nobody able to stop you. I'm gathering power, on my own. You're asking me to use my power to help you. But you seem to think you'd be doing me a favour by letting me give you my time, my mind and my resources, and that... that's just dumb."
The helmet melted back, and Dominator's face was revealed - the woman stepped around in front of Warren again, her hands moving to her hips.
"Let me help you out, give you a few hints." She said, her voice now far more cheerful - feminine, rather than being a terrifying rumble of barely-contained rage. "I've been here long enough to work out what I need to know. I've already disproved at least one of the assumptions your boy tried to pass off on me, and I've been to another world, where I've made allies."
She threw her hand back, encompassing the gate as she continued to talk - apparently completely uncaring that they are having this discussion in a very public place, where all manner of secondaries could, and probably would, eventually feed the information back to the factions that control this place.
"For allies to work, I need to know who I'm dealing with, what your goals are, and why. You also need the same from me."
The rest of the armour melted away, leaving her still quite towering at six foot tall - but rather less physically imposing. She wants to look Warren in the helmet as openly as she can.
"But here's the thing." She said, one hand returning to her hip. "You're looking to start a war. I've been here - metaphorically speaking - ten minutes, and I know that! Do you really think the people you're trying to provoke are dumb enough not to? I mean, its possible, but it still doesn't fill me with confidence. And I have no idea why you want to start this war."
Stepping to the side, the woman's hand raised to twirl circles in the air. "Don't get me wrong, I like a good war as much as the next world-conquering super-tyrant, but if you're going to get the most out of it, you need to plan. You need to know who your targets are, what makes them tick, what parts of them to twist so that they snap in the best possible way. But more than that, you need to have an idea of what you want! How are you going to win?"
A rather theatrical sigh, and she made sure she was back in front of Warren for the final element. "And on top of that..."
She shook her head, "You and I? I think we've got very different understandings of what power is. Anything you can give me? Isn't power for me, it is just a loan. A debt. Omnilium, knowledge, a bed - hah!" As though that idea was somehow just innately funny to the green-skinned would-be tyrant.
"None of those things are power. Power is the ability to do what you want, and have nobody able to stop you. I'm gathering power, on my own. You're asking me to use my power to help you. But you seem to think you'd be doing me a favour by letting me give you my time, my mind and my resources, and that... that's just dumb."
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