Private Chains of Expectations

[Smiling Ahren]

Alcariel

"Why does it feel like having you owe me means more trouble than it is actually worth?" Ahren declared there with a heavy sigh, because he knew he was going to relent to her, even if he wasn't yet willing to just come out and say it.

Especially not with the idea of getting in touch with Mercy.

If there was ever a fucked up, karked up, crazy fucking psycho that ever roamed this Galaxy, it was that sack of bricks running on pure testosterone and ego. In fact, if Alcariel had promised she'd keep him far away from Mercy, she would have gotten his yes even sooner. Ahren knew trouble, he was trouble, so this was like walking into it with both eyes open.

Nobody to blame but himself.

"Alright. Fine. Why not? What's the worst thing that can happen?" The psychotic titan coming out of nowhere and trying to wrench his head off of his body probably.

But that was fine.

"Tell me what you are looking for. What sort of crazies is the Graspborn looking to attract?" That was one of the issues. It was like a plague. It spread through outer colonies and neon-lit damp streets alike.

It took people seemingly at random. One night passed and every other family suddenly realized their father was gone, or their sister, or their youngest son.

No rhyme or reason... except that Alcariel was apparently looking for something specific.

 

[Alcariel]

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Although rhetorical, his questions were like an invitation to karma. The zeltron smiled at him knowingly through both his sentiments prior to getting into the details of how he'd assist.

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"Is it crazy to reject helplessness?" Alcariel asked, taking steps down the hall to lead him away. Mentally she worked to gather the prisoners, subtly lending her influence through all the interconnected minds so they shared the singular thought to line up together rather than sprint from their cells for immediate departure.

"That's all The Graspborn want. Those who are ready to evolve, to take." As she walked, she twisted her long silver hair up off her shoulders and pinned it. "And most of all, willing to be constructive. A level of servitude is always appreciated.

Since we're in a prison, I'd suspect there are individuals here well-familiar with taking what they want. I'm looking for those who are all that and maleable to a cause. Looking for something to believe in."

She sniffed. "An air of desperation, perhaps."

Then she chuckled.

"Maybe a little different than how you go about selecting your crewmates, hm?"

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Smiling Ahren
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