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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]

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.]