[Correctly guessing where Kostos is going with that, but almost by mistake. Just a good chance to get a jab in.]
I mean it, in a way. Not you personally. I wouldn't trust you to teach a flea to bite, let alone inflict you on someone learning to read. But others.
How much do you think the Averesches are worth? Really. At the end of it. Sell the property and the holding and dissolve all the fucking ceremonial jewelry, and how much do you think there is?
I have not thought about it since I was nine. Nikos.
[ Nikos with a similar tone as Dickbag.
And he’s still going to answer. He just wants to establish that he’s allowed to be off base, since he went from wondering exactly how many elephants he’d be able to buy when he was in charge to not handling a single coin for twenty years. ]
I have thought about it. They used to let me help with the books. All those numbers, that money--eight hundred thousand, seven hundred thousand, six, three--it doesn't matter. It's a fucking ocean of worth.
Think of what it could do. Pay salaries, fund organizations, construct buildings--and that's us, that's not everyone else in Antiva sitting on a mountain of coin. Take a fourth of it and spread it out, among the people. What else is it used for? Throw a feast every Satinalia where a live peacock bursts out of a fucking pie, and outside the door, a man starves to death in the street.
Because no one listens. They set themselves as deliberate fucking obstacles. They let tradition rule them as much as their own greed. I'm sorry, didn't you fight in a war against people who wield arbitrary power as a weapon?
That was different. There are only so many of us. We were already organized. We know how to read. We could have governed ourselves. And they came to kill us. We were not hunting down old women whose politics we did not like.
That's a weak argument. She was an old woman. She was also much more. And she stood for much more. That was the entire point of it. One old woman would not have made a difference to anyone save her family, and those that knew her. It's pathetic. Her life would mean nothing, and that's--
[Shit, is what it is, and anger is seeping back in to Nikos just articulating it. He cuts himself off.]
But a woman who is a symbol, people fucking care. They pay attention. Why? Because she's been given some arbitrary power. Fine. If she can use that, to her advantage, so can I.
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Date: 2019-10-25 03:06 am (UTC)I don't know, what are you doing these days?
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Date: 2019-10-28 01:15 am (UTC)[ That's a joke. Because what he's up to is sexy. ]
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Date: 2019-10-28 07:57 pm (UTC)[Correctly guessing where Kostos is going with that, but almost by mistake. Just a good chance to get a jab in.]
I mean it, in a way. Not you personally. I wouldn't trust you to teach a flea to bite, let alone inflict you on someone learning to read. But others.
How much do you think the Averesches are worth? Really. At the end of it. Sell the property and the holding and dissolve all the fucking ceremonial jewelry, and how much do you think there is?
I have no idea how to value money and you’re cruel for making me
Date: 2019-10-30 03:08 pm (UTC)[ Nikos with a similar tone as Dickbag.
And he’s still going to answer. He just wants to establish that he’s allowed to be off base, since he went from wondering exactly how many elephants he’d be able to buy when he was in charge to not handling a single coin for twenty years. ]
Eight hundred thousand andris.
B) but also i'm sorry
Date: 2019-11-04 06:52 pm (UTC)I have thought about it. They used to let me help with the books. All those numbers, that money--eight hundred thousand, seven hundred thousand, six, three--it doesn't matter. It's a fucking ocean of worth.
Think of what it could do. Pay salaries, fund organizations, construct buildings--and that's us, that's not everyone else in Antiva sitting on a mountain of coin. Take a fourth of it and spread it out, among the people. What else is it used for? Throw a feast every Satinalia where a live peacock bursts out of a fucking pie, and outside the door, a man starves to death in the street.
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Date: 2019-11-13 04:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-15 02:19 am (UTC)Because no one listens. They set themselves as deliberate fucking obstacles. They let tradition rule them as much as their own greed. I'm sorry, didn't you fight in a war against people who wield arbitrary power as a weapon?
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Date: 2019-11-18 02:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-20 05:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-20 07:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-21 01:05 am (UTC)[Shit, is what it is, and anger is seeping back in to Nikos just articulating it. He cuts himself off.]
But a woman who is a symbol, people fucking care. They pay attention. Why? Because she's been given some arbitrary power. Fine. If she can use that, to her advantage, so can I.