Well. There is one way to end war, he supposes. If no one's alive to tell the tale. Steak takes a long, deep drink as the man speaks and exhales, exasperated at humanity more than the man speaking, as he begins to speak about the other, uh, bloke. A term for a man, he's guessing, given the context, but not one he's heard on Tierra.
He is a Food Soul, designed for war and battle, but that doesn't exclude him from thinking that humans can be absolutely ridiculous in their endeavours for power. The changes to Palata were enough proof of that. ]
Tch. Humans such as him only care for their own greed.
[ Humans who will take advantage of the deaths of their relatives and try to use Food Souls, or try to manipulate the country to their favour, they're all shades of the same greed which drives a man who start large scale wars. ]
For greed, for a twisted philosophy that they've come to believe as morally right. 'For the greater good.'
[It looks like Theseus may need to order a drink for himself now. The great war was difficult as is, but somehow, trying to stop one dark wizard from starting another war is just as bad. His hand grips tightly around his beer, remembering Grindelwald's words and cruelty just because he thinks that wizards are superior and destined to rule.
He's definitely in a poorer mood now, but the blame rests solely on himself.]
[ Whatever Theseus might be feeling, Steak doesn't seem to acknowledge it, the comment about the greater good sparking his own fire, distracting him from any things that involve feelings.
Though, is sparking really the correct word when you seem to always be smouldering with some sort of intense fire. ]
Hah! What kind of greater good could such people bring?
[ Battle is something which is necessary, something on which Steak thrives, but he doesn't believe it is something that needs hunting down in the form of more warfare or cults focused around human sacrifice. ]
[Someone that murders whomever gets in his way, claiming it's for peace in the end, Theseus doesn't believe it for one second. Just some self-delusion to justify their actions, even if Grindelwald does it with a certain level of charisma. It really only makes the Auror hate him more.
...
Merlin, he really hasn't thought about his world like this in a long time. He's not sure if that's a good or bad thing and the only real answer to this is drink the beer in his hand. Best decision for now.]
[ Steak has never been the type of man to espouse "an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind". He believes quite solidly that there are many beings on Tierra who would be better off dead, and he's made is his mission to eliminate them. But he doesn't believe wars need to be started for his personal mission.
The conversation lapses, and he gets enough time to take a drink and realise introductions were never exchanged. ]
[Despite the heavy conversation they've just had, Theseus feels himself starting to slowly unwind. Maybe it's the beer or the comfortable atmosphere starting to settle in again, but he feels the tension from earlier leaving his shoulders.]
Theseus Scamander. [He smiles slightly at him, guess introductions are a good idea right about now.] And yourself?
[ Well, after discussing war, one might as well know who they've discussed war with, right? ]
Steak.
[ He's almost bracing for a comment now, after everything he's encountered so far. It was easier in Tierra. People saw the horns and knew what he was. ]
[That answer does get an arched eyebrow from Theseus, because yeah, that name is definitely a bit peculiar. He's never met someone named after food, but Theseus is willing to take in stride. Unusual names are the least of his worries.]
I'm assuming that's a nickname that you prefer. That'll do, Steak. I'm sure I'll have an easy time remembering it at least.
[He's not here to push for a name change or make judgments about that; it's not a large deal to him. Just as long he has a name to call someone, it's fine, because shouting 'hey you' at others is really rude to him.]
If you prefer to be called by your favorite food, I see no reason to deny your request.
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Well. There is one way to end war, he supposes. If no one's alive to tell the tale. Steak takes a long, deep drink as the man speaks and exhales, exasperated at humanity more than the man speaking, as he begins to speak about the other, uh, bloke. A term for a man, he's guessing, given the context, but not one he's heard on Tierra.
He is a Food Soul, designed for war and battle, but that doesn't exclude him from thinking that humans can be absolutely ridiculous in their endeavours for power. The changes to Palata were enough proof of that. ]
Tch. Humans such as him only care for their own greed.
[ Humans who will take advantage of the deaths of their relatives and try to use Food Souls, or try to manipulate the country to their favour, they're all shades of the same greed which drives a man who start large scale wars. ]
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[It looks like Theseus may need to order a drink for himself now. The great war was difficult as is, but somehow, trying to stop one dark wizard from starting another war is just as bad. His hand grips tightly around his beer, remembering Grindelwald's words and cruelty just because he thinks that wizards are superior and destined to rule.
He's definitely in a poorer mood now, but the blame rests solely on himself.]
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Though, is sparking really the correct word when you seem to always be smouldering with some sort of intense fire. ]
Hah! What kind of greater good could such people bring?
[ Battle is something which is necessary, something on which Steak thrives, but he doesn't believe it is something that needs hunting down in the form of more warfare or cults focused around human sacrifice. ]
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[Someone that murders whomever gets in his way, claiming it's for peace in the end, Theseus doesn't believe it for one second. Just some self-delusion to justify their actions, even if Grindelwald does it with a certain level of charisma. It really only makes the Auror hate him more.
...
Merlin, he really hasn't thought about his world like this in a long time. He's not sure if that's a good or bad thing and the only real answer to this is drink the beer in his hand. Best decision for now.]
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The conversation lapses, and he gets enough time to take a drink and realise introductions were never exchanged. ]
What's your name?
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Theseus Scamander. [He smiles slightly at him, guess introductions are a good idea right about now.] And yourself?
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Steak.
[ He's almost bracing for a comment now, after everything he's encountered so far. It was easier in Tierra. People saw the horns and knew what he was. ]
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I'm assuming that's a nickname that you prefer. That'll do, Steak. I'm sure I'll have an easy time remembering it at least.
[Guess it's this bloke's favorite food??]
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Tch, do I need a human name?
[ It's not so much a comment toward Theseus, but everyone so far in general, but Steak doesn't exactly make that clear. ]
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[He's not here to push for a name change or make judgments about that; it's not a large deal to him. Just as long he has a name to call someone, it's fine, because shouting 'hey you' at others is really rude to him.]
If you prefer to be called by your favorite food, I see no reason to deny your request.
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[ Yes, because that's the point of all of that, Steak. ]