[ A bout of sixes or a thirteen and he would certainly feel amused at the coincidence. Or perhaps actual divination? He can't be sure, since that's a threshold of magical ability far too subtle for him to pick up on, since his own sensitivity to magic only goes as far as what's blatant. In any case, the designer's choice of six being an apple is an interesting one. He thinks to himself that if he has the time, he'll have to inquire about these cards, though that's simply a curiosity at their symbolism in a world long divorced from humanity.
He looks up again as the heretics are described, and he's somewhat surprised by the criteria, though it does make Cheris make a bit more sense, especially with her discomfort as that's what the subject moves to. In a place where philsophers were heretics, then the aims of COST would seem to fall more in line with that than the Regency.
How interesting. He has to wonder at times how COST decides to pick their recruits.
Elegantly, he gestures to the card. ]
"You will not surely die. For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil."
[ He's not sure if they'll recognize the passage, since its reach may not extend that far, but it's a wry half-answer to both the idea of philosophers as heretics and to the more direct question. Normally, he might simply leave it at that or dance around the truth more, but thankfully for all three of them, there's little need. His hands settle in his lap primly, and he nods. ]
I am hardly the serpent, but we are not dissimilar. I am a demon, though to be clear, not the sort prone to chaos. That may be self-evident, however.
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[ A bout of sixes or a thirteen and he would certainly feel amused at the coincidence. Or perhaps actual divination? He can't be sure, since that's a threshold of magical ability far too subtle for him to pick up on, since his own sensitivity to magic only goes as far as what's blatant. In any case, the designer's choice of six being an apple is an interesting one. He thinks to himself that if he has the time, he'll have to inquire about these cards, though that's simply a curiosity at their symbolism in a world long divorced from humanity.
He looks up again as the heretics are described, and he's somewhat surprised by the criteria, though it does make Cheris make a bit more sense, especially with her discomfort as that's what the subject moves to. In a place where philsophers were heretics, then the aims of COST would seem to fall more in line with that than the Regency.
How interesting. He has to wonder at times how COST decides to pick their recruits.
Elegantly, he gestures to the card. ]
"You will not surely die. For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil."
[ He's not sure if they'll recognize the passage, since its reach may not extend that far, but it's a wry half-answer to both the idea of philosophers as heretics and to the more direct question. Normally, he might simply leave it at that or dance around the truth more, but thankfully for all three of them, there's little need. His hands settle in his lap primly, and he nods. ]
I am hardly the serpent, but we are not dissimilar. I am a demon, though to be clear, not the sort prone to chaos. That may be self-evident, however.