hotspurred: (as I confess)
Henry "Hotspur" Percy ([personal profile] hotspurred) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2017-07-13 10:40 am

I see the arrows fly

Who: The Guard
What: A meeting is called to discuss the Null.
Where: Guard HQ
When: 13th
Warnings: N/A (will edit them in if necessary)


It is past time, Henry thinks, that the Guard discuss the biggest threat this city faces. There has been chance enough for everyone to decide as individuals what they make of the Null. And maybe they cannot plan much, yet, but it is important to talk of what they make of this new development and listen to one another.

At some point they must decide how to proceed as a unified force.

Which is why Henry puts up an unmissable notice informing the guardsmen that they are having a meeting, with the specific time and day listed so that no one can miss it. He also tells each member in person when he encounters them, whether in the office or out on Hadriel's streets.

When the time comes, and he has everyone (or near enough everyone) in the same space, he takes note of who has shown and then opens the discussion with, "I presume you all saw what the Null had to say, even if you spoke not to them yourself. So let us begin with what you learned of them, and what you make of them."
sheathes: (the holy grail)

[personal profile] sheathes 2017-07-13 11:27 am (UTC)(link)
"I do not trust them."

It's a simple response, given fast and without hesitation. Saber's used to making enemies and alliances alike as king, some more difficult than others, but her instincts now are guiding her towards the former. Her stance is rigid as she continues speaking, her voice firm.

"Nor do I trust the beings who call themselves gods. However, they have need of our presence here." Still, the distaste in her tone is clear. She doesn't like being used, even if she's used to that, too. Summoning them here to fight is one thing; toying with them so freely is another. "There is no reason for the Null to regard our lives as having worth. Those who did not perish in battle would likely be disposed of afterward, should they accomplished their goal."
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Ota

[personal profile] mismanagement 2017-07-13 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Maketh is quiet and thoughtful, hanging back. Listening to what everyone has to say while sipping her mug of coffee. Piece by piece she's calculating plans, assessing their possibility of success, and then regrouping with new information.

"They are responsive to cold logic. And we owe no allegiance to the gods."

Her voice is soft.

"That is something to consider moving forward."
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[personal profile] braveoff 2017-07-13 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Drake's new, and appreciates being brought in on this so soon after his arrival. In preparation he's read the entire history of Hadriel he was given, and gone through the entire Null post. He's about as ready as he can be, and lifts a hand as he speaks up.

"It read like they were just feeling things out. They might come back soon with some kind of deal... and we'll have to be prepared if people want to take it. Whatever that means for the city." He pauses, shrugs a little. "I haven't been here long enough to have any allegiances but at least with the gods it seems like we have a symbiotic relationship. It's good 'cuz they need us alive... but they also need us here. Which means if the Null offer a way home, people might take that."
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ota

[personal profile] leashed 2017-07-13 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Rome is quiet for most of the meeting- he's not one to offer his opinion on much, as he's been rather thoroughly trained not to have one. Though he tends to show his support toward Maketh, he seems overall neutral and careful about anything he might say.

"The gods are lawless. We are the only form of order in this city- and serving at the mercy of a regime without order makes our positions difficult."

There's an implication there, of course, that the Null will likely have a more rigid form of order- but whether it's suitable for them or not would be anyone's guess. Rome doesn't have an opinion on what exactly to do going forward, but the structure of the guard has always been important to him, and he knows that his service is made more difficult by the gods toying with emotions.

"I will, of course, follow with whatever our commanders decide."
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ota

[personal profile] requiemshark 2017-07-13 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
For his part, Ephemera is hanging back and listening. He's not an official member of the guard - is still deciding if he wants to go that route at all - but it's good to get her hands on as much information as possible. And so he's shown up and promptly parked himself firmly in a corner, back to the wall and eyes on the exits.

His hands are twitching slightly, fussing with his gauntlets. He doesn't have his helmet on and the absence makes him feel twitchy, exposed. Not just the scars, though that's part of it. The thought that somebody could just blow his head off and it wouldn't even be hard.

But he's here for information, so he'll listen.

Wander by and he'll strike up a convention.

"So what's your take on all this?"
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[personal profile] occupiesvitalregions 2017-07-13 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"They threatened us." Guess who didn't have a very nice talk with the Null, short as it was.

"They want a war. The gods just want to use and abuse us and bring us back if we die. I'm not on either side here. When the Null said this isn't our war or home, I said like hell they weren't. We got pulled here, forced to live here, so it's as much our war as it the gods' now."

Starting fights with an unseen enemy, ready for war at a moment's notice. Ol' Gilbert never changes.

"But..." He sighs. "We don't have a lot of ground to stand on. Metaphorically. I think we oughta wait til Delight 'n Rage get back, and see what they find out."
Edited 2017-07-13 18:37 (UTC)
so_dark_a_road: (in the unmeasured night #3)

[personal profile] so_dark_a_road 2017-07-17 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
Curufin sits on the edge of one of the desks, swings a foot, and folds his arms. His face is thoughtful.

"I asked this Null-spokesperson a few questions, trying to ascertain what the Null's real intentions are. It finally admitted that their purpose in contacting us was to determine if we will be an obstacle to their killing the gods. It claimed that it didn't care if we lived or died, but my impression is that if we are an obstacle or an actual threat, or if they even think we might be, they will simply kill us, too."

"I especially find it disconcerting that it says to every person who shows reluctance, Your resistance is noted. Why would that need to be noted, if we are of no interest to them? I think the answer is that they are tallying up the number of people who might be worth eliminating. But I suspect that means that if the score goes over a certain number. . . say, two!. . they'll simply consider us all as cockroaches to be exterminated."

He doesn't mention that he did his part to be counted as resistant. But anybody who read the archive would see that.

"I didn't even consider offering to help them. As they said, they don't need our help, even if we were willing. I don't believe they'd keep any bargains they made with us. Assuming they even made any."

"I don't trust the Hadriel gods, but I think our chances of surviving are better if we resist the Null. Once the gods are destroyed, even if the best possible scenario comes to pass -- that is, the Null only kill the gods and then hightail it out of here without stopping to kill us as well -- we will still die. Some of the installations, such as the electrical power plant, are the work of Hadriel residents and might continue to function. We could continue to tend the orchard and the vegetable gardens, and we could keep killing tunnel creatures for protein. But much of our food actually appears in the stores, courtesy of the gods. And what about the river? That's our sole water supply, and where is it coming from? How does it continue to flow out of the rock? That would be the gods' intervention. And what about the very air we breathe? -- that has to be the gods' doing as well. If they stop providing these services because they are slain, then we will die here."

"Unless, of course, we can find the Door and get control of it. Then we could leave. But to date, we haven't even found it, so far as I have heard, much less put our experts to work on it. And if the gods are dead, we might not have enough air, water, and food left to give us time to succeed in escaping from Hadriel."

"Mind you, if we help the gods fight the Null, and that effort succeeds, then in the long run, we still have the gods to deal with, still have to work out how to free those who want to leave and how to make this place more livable for anyone who actually wants to stay -- assuming anyone does. But maybe we'd have enough time to solve those problems, without the Null."
Edited 2017-07-17 00:06 (UTC)
synthedick: (♦ blind betrayal)

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[personal profile] synthedick 2017-07-17 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
Nick listens to what the others have to say, jotting down thoughts here and there, waiting before he voices his own opinion. He's had a lot going on in his head since the Null made contact: the ghost of Rey's mother, the torture the gods put his family through, and now the appearance of the beings who killed the gods the first time -- beings who were mechanical, beings like him.

Needless to say, Nick is uncomfortable with all this. He does his best to subdue it and not let his discomfort show, but those who know him well can probably spot the tension in his brow, the quiet distance in his glowing eyes as he stares at the pen in his hand. Taking notes usually helps him clear his head and put his thoughts in order.

Not this time. It's too close to home. It's all be too close to home lately.

"Just about everyone knows my feelings on the gods," he starts, "but the Null made it clear they don't care about us any more than someone might care about an ant on the pavement. We can cooperate with them all we want, but that same cold logic they operate on is what'll make them turn on us the second we're not useful to them. They aren't even capable of compassion, and they view it like some kind of disease... one that everyone is better off without."

His nose wrinkles; given what he is and what the Null are, he knows he has no room to talk about what it is to be human, what it is that separates them from most machines. Hell, he's stuck somewhere between those two identities, damned to it by the Institute. They were willing to wipe entire settlements off the face of the Earth to get their way, and who was to say the Null wouldn't end up doing the same if they thought it was convenient?

"Either way," he continues, his voice a rumble of thunder, "there's no guarantee for the safety of the people living here. That's our priority."
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[personal profile] survivethis 2017-07-18 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not really sure what to think."

The transmission was strange and although Jill didn't interact with them, many others did and the overall vibe doesn't seem that positive.

"They don't see to want us here. It's not our world. They're right about that. It sounds like they have their own business here and don't want us getting in the way. That could play to our advantage, but I wouldn't exactly call them an ally or trustworthy." Not yet. "I'm sure this isn't the last we've heard of them."