, this is tough for me to figure out an intelligible and yet Larric-ish response to. She might as well be talking in Martian to him, and while theoretically she may be reading his mind (my working hypothesis), I will be perfectly honest in that she hasn't read it correctly
, or perhaps is just constitutionally unable to understand. I'm still working on it, but it's going to take time because the difference in frames of reference is so large, and they're not talking about
anything specific and concrete which Larric's mind could latch on.
Larric is the last person in the world who'd ever think of hiring an image consultant, which is what the Krylanyan seems to be half-volunteering to be.
(I'm sure it's more complicated than that, but the statement is still true, and relevant)
This part I have to explain OOC, because I can't think of a way for Larric to communicate it to the unknown Krylanyan (who, in light of the implications about her powerset, behavior, and interests, I'm uncharitably tempted to label "Attention Whore," but that's very much OOC).
The "image he draws himself into being," the one that's been motivating him since adolescence, is that of the scientist and inventor- which is why he can't explain it, because he hasn't got the vocabulary and I'm not sure anyone in this era does. He perceives a great importance to what he does, to coming to understand these mysterious forces whose manipulation is supposedly the realm of magic but, in reality, can be at least partly controlled without any magic whatsoever.
From my take on her, the Krylanyan is about as likely to understand this as she is to flap her arms and fly. To her, he wants to be a filthy manual laborer. There's no nobility in that, that's ig
nobility. Meanwhile, Larric takes the implicit slight as a personal insult, and as typical of the larger "that
sort of Krylanyan's" tendency to disdain the necessary and vital products and processes of civilization, because they're too busy trying to manipulate and control it to worry about keeping it running. In short, there's an obvious theological dispute between the... Ikhrani-Cheletian and Krylanyan images of what civilization is supposed to be about
, and for, and Larric and this woman are on opposite sides of that dispute.
From Larric's point of view, Athena would be a goddess with a recognizable, resonant message via the Ergane aspect, and this setting's Krylanya has cast that side of herself away if she ever had a chance at it. She's not the goddess of wisdom, she's the goddess of politics
, occasionally in the Clausewitzian sense.
And here and now- Larric doesn't want to be called to heroism qua
heroism, he wants to pitch in and try to sort out the damned mess his own homeland is in. Arguably that is heroism, the very definition of it, but he doesn't think of it that way (how many Medal of Honor and VC recipients thought
of themselves as heroes?). Larric is playing a political game now, largely by accident, but to the significant limits of his knowledge and ability, he's playing the game to win, not for the sport of it. And if he can win, there's the eventual hope of getting back to his
"job, hobby, vocation and reason for being," which he is not now accomplishing effectively, any more than the Krylanyan would be if she found herself forced to spend a year as a washerwoman.
So if this woman is trying to echo her goddess's role and calling to the faithful to be 'patrons of heroes,' her attempt to do this with Larric specifically has been badly botched. She utterly failed on her own first impression, by being a woman in a bathing suit standing there calling him a mouse for (in his view) not being a posturing arrogant git- and for being a poor dancer when he's trying to sculpt.
Larric doesn't want to antagonize her, not as such, but his mind is full of distaste and annoyance at her attitude, at what she seems to have decided he wants and is
... largely without reference to what he really wants, or who he really is. He's beginning to wonder if she, being what she
is, can even grasp the idea of a self-assured person who doesn't like to play games of one-upsmanship and office politics and "look at me! look at me!"
At the same time, he's not stupid and he knows a warning when he sees one- especially a warning about a political problem, coming from a politically-attuned person, to a person like himself who is not politically attuned. He grasps that for whatever reasons of her own she's got, she's actually trying to help
him... and yet, the offer is being delivered in an insulting way, and presumably comes with highly dubious strings attached.
If she wanted to convince him that he needs her as an ally, she did it very badly. Some champion of the goddess of manipulating heroes into serving your purposes
So that's what's in his head
. What he actually, physically, does and says, I'm still trying to figure out. It's a situation that's so outside-context for the man that I as author of his personality am having trouble coming up with a reaction, aside from "lash out" which is itself out of character or "stand there and think," which he would
do, but wouldn't take very long at it because he's intelligent and not particularly socially awkward.
FURTHER OOC, OUTRIGHT METAGAMEY:
Actually, that seems to be a pattern, and an interesting one, from both homebrew campaigns. Arguably, Krylanya is
(among other things) "the goddess of manipulating heroic warriors into serving your purposes." No wonder Her church keeps turning up wherever there are PCs around...