(3:23:57 PM) Anke: Where is Suitov going to get involved [in the Twine Wars storyline], anyway?
(3:24:20 PM) Mutt: He's with Soprone, but not at the very beginning.
(3:25:46 PM) Anke: Any more plans already, or waiting to see what happens first?
(3:26:03 PM) Mutt: I don't have plans, nope.
(3:26:44 PM) ***Anke is wondering how to get Yrn involved
(3:26:46 PM) Weft: Well, obviously they wait until they're really desperate, then get drunk and drugged off their faces, then fall and hit their heads on a gutter, and THEN hiring him starts to look like a good idea.
(3:27:06 PM) Vespers: but at some point he transitions, willingly or not, from being 'with' someone, to being more of a cult of personality, right?
(3:27:40 PM) Mutt: Cult of personality sounds so... cultish.
(3:28:27 PM) Mutt: Let's just call it a little treason.
(3:28:58 PM) Anke: well, as long as it's just a little
(3:28:21 PM) Vespers: I mean, it's obvious that by the height of the war, Suitov is a power, not the bully-boy of a power. Or it wouldn't be Suitov we're talking about. And you know perfectly well all the best generals' forces were a cult of personality
(3:28:45 PM) Vespers: Napoleon, Wellington, Grant, Lee, Washington...
(3:28:54 PM) Mutt: Right, in that sense.
(3:29:21 PM) Mutt: "Cult" has all kinds of unpleasant associations for me, ha.
(3:30:51 PM) Vespers: Cult of personality =/= traditional 'cult', although traditional cults ARE also cults of personality, generally speaking. and, well, call it hero worship if you like
(3:30:59 PM) Vespers: dunno if you like that better :P
(3:31:27 PM) Suitov: I think I preferred empire of blackest snow.
(3:32:19 PM) Suitov: Or "northern terror", that was a good one.
(3:30:53 PM) Mutt: Where he fits with the rest of Shade, if that's what you're asking, Ves, is as a smaller (or certainly not the biggest... you kinda need land to support being huge) BUT very high-tech power.
(3:32:03 PM) Vespers: so he's a hammer. Not a, well, avalanche like the Flag.
(3:32:59 PM) Suitov: We're a laser rifle.
(3:33:10 PM) Anke: Cute
(3:33:35 PM) Vespers: laser rifles ain't much good against avalanches :P
(3:33:59 PM) Suitov: It's your analogy.
(3:34:20 PM) Vespers: (great mental image. "Stay back! I'm warning you!" *pew pew SCHLOMP*)
(3:34:49 PM) Weft: I've seen him face down an avalanche and I don't remember the *pew pew* bit.
(3:35:35 PM) Vespers: hah, rather
(3:35:37 PM) Anke: VERY cute. <3
(3:36:18 PM) Weft: I remember it as more terrifying and very loud.
(3:36:14 PM) Vespers: Weft's pretty supportive. Sure you haven't gotten him mixed up with vamp-weft?
(3:36:41 PM) Weft: I am NOT suppotrgviiveeveddsafdsfsfsdf *hiss*
(3:37:03 PM) Anke: X)
(3:37:13 PM) Weft: DIE.
(3:37:20 PM) Weft: I'll make you eat your own liver.
(3:37:46 PM) Felix: It'd be tasty. I eat well.
(3:37:57 PM) Anke: meh
(3:38:12 PM) Weft: Yes, eat well, because it shall be your last... well, last liver.
(3:38:18 PM) Vespers: By the way, Weft totally is adorable
(3:38:27 PM) Vespers: he's such a kitty :P
(3:38:55 PM) Weft: DIE IN A MAGICALLY-INDUCED COMA WHERE YOU'RE IN UNSPEAKABLE AGONIES RELIVING EVERY NIGHTMARE YOU EVER
(3:38:55 PM) Suitov: Calm. Down.
(3:38:55 PM) Weft: ...sorrysir
(3:39:43 PM) Vespers: sort of a kitty crossed with a tiny baby puppydog that's totally in love with you [*]
(3:39:33 PM) Anke: The more hissyfits you throw, the less seriously people take them...
(3:39:44 PM) Anke: ... so save them up.
(3:40:20 PM) Weft: I have like a year's supply in my shoulder muscles alone.
(3:41:03 PM) Anke: Sounds like you could do with a massage
(3:41:42 PM) Weft: Sounds like anyone attempting it wouldn't value their life.
(3:43:27 PM) Anke: Why are you in such a bad mood today?
(3:46:10 PM) Weft: Mr. Vespers called me a *inaudible*
[And Vespers had to go to bed here]

[*] Whole bottles of ink, or the equivalent online, have been spilt over who Vespers meant by "you".