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 But it would be //possible// to move something even in absence of the Parliament. Very hard and terrible, but possible. But it would be //possible// to move something even in absence of the Parliament. Very hard and terrible, but possible.
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 +**Concavenator**:
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 +There must have been a great gale of novel ideas in Giya's mind by that point, most likely more than in her previous travels north and east, and it was starting to make her restless through the layers of torpor, as if to mental activity should correspond physical. The very concept of trying to get the Archons to do one's will, to go past them, even to usurp their power in a way, it was like reshaping the mountains or repainting the sky, for was it not 'Au'a the Oathkeeper who had blessed the Republic and its charter?
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 +Giya said, quietly: "... It will be long". Indeed in her station, living from meal to meal, she could hardly have afforded much long-term planning, apart perhaps from raising her own siblings. And there Kukri was speaking of a plan on a scale greater than history. "And will you need me, when you do this?"
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 +**pinkgothic**:
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 +Kukri seemed to consider the question in private for a while, even though to Giya it must have seemed like such a mundane, simple enquiry. Yet when she spoke, the reason for her hesitance became clear: "In a sense, depending on how the matter plays out, I may well need all of 'ikra kind who are willing to aid me... but I should not have need of you specifically. Yet I would certainly //appreciate// you, very much indeed."
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 +**Concavenator**:
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 +Giya thanked her quietly, in a rather formal tone, but tilted her head in appreciation. Perhaps she wanted that conversation to end on a pleasant note, before it went on to another pulse of madness. She folded her head into the dense feathers on her chest as she laid down to sleep, studying Kukri through a half-open eye. A benign gaze, all considered.
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