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[terriblepurpose]

Who: Paul Atreides, open
What: Event catch-all
When: Month of December
Where: Archaic Archives, streets of Trench, the forest's edge, memories
Notes: Go ahead and contact me at terriblepurpose or by PM if you'd like to discuss any starters or suggest new ones! For tagging in your character's memories to Paul, feel free to start with whatever your preference is.

Content Warnings: Violence, body horror (lockjoint), death, religious extremism, extensive Dune spoilers, suicidal ideation, funerals, grief

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[terriblepurpose]

[Lazarus' contemplation of conditioning catches Paul's attention, and the mention of a test reels it in. Nerve inductions leaves no physical residue of the pain it causes. His hand burns anyway.]

A ruler, of course. [And because he's talking to someone reasonable:] I don't think we chose what tests we're subject to. We accept them as they come. I suppose not unlike our rulers, most of the time.

[A duke is not an emperor. It isn't the same as being a subject of a House, to be a ruling duke, and Paul would never compare his circumstances to the lives of people who live under a House's aegis, not over it. But he has learned something about what it means to be subject.]

There has to be an exchange, or it's tyranny. You're right about that. A lord is nothing without his House, and he owes it his life. A House without reason to trust their lord is lost. So, yes. Incentives. Order, justice, prosperity, peace.

[Big words, from a hereditary feudal heir, but their irony is lost on Paul completely.]

Nothing I can offer. It was a thought.

[hearthebell]

Assuming, for a moment, that any ruler could truly achieve those objectives for his subjects... well. I'd have been out of a job.

[His amusement turns dark, and inward, because his livelihood did rely on disorder, injustice, desperation, conflict.]

My thought is that a man needs a purpose, and some challenge or chaos to rise to. In the absence of those things, it won't be long before he creates his own.

[terriblepurpose]

[Paul's own smile is wry in answer, hitching his satchel higher on his shoulder as they come in sight of the Lamp. He still hasn't set his own down yet, a small thing that he dwells on, sometimes, though not in this moment.

Then Lazarus goes ahead and says that, and, well. Paul sets his jaw slightly.]

So that's what you're doing here, then? Looking for your purpose. [He's quiet, as he so often is.] ...I think I understand, now. Why you want to be a Night Walker.

[hearthebell]

[L's remains with him as well, as he hasn't settled anywhere and would only be wasting it by leaving it behind.]

You do?

[There's a new gentleness in his features, softening their harsh edges just slightly. He even smiles a little; they're close, now, to the light that marks that they are officially (and literally) out of the woods.]

That's more than I can usually ask for, with any reasonable expectation, so... thank you.

[terriblepurpose]

What's a more interesting puzzle than people?

[Paul smiles back, and he's surprised at himself, he's surprised at all of this. And it's not so bad, being surprised. At least it's different.]

If you think about it, every puzzle comes back to them, sooner or later. I hadn't thought about it that way before. So thank you for that.

[For the other ways he made Paul think, too. He'll have plenty to keep himself busy with later, new puzzles to work through instead of digging his fingers back into the unsolvable one of himself.]

[hearthebell]

[The gentle smile turns into a canny, impressed half-smile, wider, if only on one side.]

Truly... Even nature's mysteries are only thought of in that manner because people have an interest in solving them. A sort of curiosity that isn't content to say "this is just the way things are."

In that vein...isn't a subject encouraged to be content with the status quo if it's widely accepted that a ruler is good?

[terriblepurpose]

If a ruler is good, their subjects don't need to be suppressed to be content. Give people what they need, and some of what they want, and out of ten thousand, only one will ever ask why. It's easy to answer any one person's questions.

[Paul's smile ticks up on the opposite side of Lazarus', an unconscious choice.]

It doesn't hurt to have a good propaganda corps.

[hearthebell]

Propaganda? No... it doesn't hurt. That's why it's so effective.

[He says it in a vague, almost dreamy tone.]

In a kingdom of a certain size, though... even one in ten-thousand could be a formidable army. Something to think about.

[terriblepurpose]

[Paul tilts his head at that, smile unchanged.]

It is, isn't it.

[In the fey light of the Lamp Paul doesn't look like a duke's son, disciplined and mannered. He looks like someone with a question about the way things are, a question held like a knife.]

I think I was lucky to meet you tonight. I'll see you again.

[Not a prophecy, exactly. But he will.]