#moralintern

[noshowjericho]

disctober day 4 - "Loss"

"Kras Mazov shoots himself in the head, and Abadanaiz, together with Dobreva, takes poison on the Ozonne  Islands. Beneath the palms the wind blew the flesh from their bones into sand. Who could’ve known? All the good people in the world came together. Teachers, writers, migrant workers squatting in the trenches… young soldiers abandoned their battalions. What beautiful songs they sing! It seems to them that brave children are the favourites of history, as they wave white flags with a crown of silver horns. And then, they lose." - Sacred and Terrible Air by Robert Kurvitz

WOO this theme was really hard to do actually, at first i thought of doing something with gaston and rené but it just wasn't flowing, thought a little more and ended up with this! It's a bit abstract but its suppose to be the aftermath of Masov commiting suicide during the bombings by the moralintern, i tried really hard to draw him as a part of the scene but everything ended up a bit flimsy and i think this captures the vibe i was trying to pass better! Hope you guys enjoy!!

[raycani]

Ignus Nilsen Waltz

[everythingisouroboros]

Evrart and Pryce are both probably jumping for joy over what happened in Martinaise. Unless you know about Dros and all the other little details, here's what the Tribunal looks like to an outside party:

A group of Union men hang a mercenary, sent as part of a strikebreaking measure by a foreign military contractor. The police don't show up for a week, and when they do, they don't arrest anyone. Instead, two policemen stand between the rest of the mercenaries and the Union men and defend them with their lives.

This is an incredible look for the RCM.

If your population thinks you've been licking the boot of foreign powers at the expense of your country, this is probably the single best way to convince everyone that, actually, you will stand with the common people over those that would exploit them. But just as much as this is a good look for the RCM, it’s also a good look for the Union.

Remember, one of the problems that the Union is going to face once they manage to kick Wild Pines out is that people will pull from doing business with them. Just as the Moralintern once afforded RCM legitimacy, the RCM, a kind of governmental body, can provide some guarantee that the Union is still all above board and safe to ship with, thank you. Obviously, there will still be concern and many international corporations will pull business, but the illusion of RCM approval and oversight could be a comfort, especially if the Clare brothers know how to play it (which they do.)

A shallow alliance between the RCM and the Union is inevitable, I think, maybe even a deeper one considering that the RCM is underfunded and the Union is about to come into a lot of money. That being said, I can’t imagine the relationship between the RCM and the Union is going to be any less contentions that the one between the RCM and Moralintern. Pryce is going to learn from Harry about what happened to the last Union leader before the Claries took over. I don't think he's above holding that knowledge over Edgar and Evrart's heads.

[ermg33]

My pieces for the Cleaning Out The Rooms Montage! Definitely more landscapey than i’m used to but it was so nice to create art for a game that has helped me so much with such a lovely community of people <3 PLEASE GO SHOW THE VIDEO SOME LOVE !!!!! Press here for the video <3 

[themortifyingordealofbeingme]

no one truly understands the sheer fuckery of the sunday friend conversation until they try doing a project on economics honestly feel like mauling that guy now

[spectroscopes]

"I have been watching the trial...well actually I've been watching a single person watch the trial for me and make commentary...thus, I have arrived at my own opinion and decided" 💀 can't make it up

I'm not convinced that person actually read my post in its entirety. People like that already decided what they want to believe and seek out content and commentary which validates them in it. Clinging to the credentials of those people is a self-soothing technique because they know in their hearts that's exactly what they're doing.

[bluastro-yellow]

a lot of characters mirror Harry, do you think René and Gaston mirror Harry and Kim in the future of a fascist run? One has secretly repressed any love and turned into a major asshole, the other is not able to let him go because despite everything he sees something in him. fighting on opposite sides of the future war but forever a duo

[even-disco-baby]

SOLA — Her Innocence, Sola— the anti-innocence— turns to face you. In the distance, you hear the tattoo of propellers, turning, sucking all the air. A strong wind whips her long, dark hair around her face. Her simple black gown billows behind her. The same gown she wore the day she resigned.

She has your eyes.

“Hi, Kim,” she says simply. “You don’t look well.”

PAIN THRESHOLD — Her voice is so familiar, and yet the moment she stops speaking, you cannot recall its sound, no matter how hard you try. And you have tried. Innumerable times.

AUTHORITY — What makes her think she would even *know* the difference between you looking well or unwell? She’s being presumptuous. She doesn’t even know you.

INLAND EMPIRE — She never will.

“I’m doing great, actually. Never been better.”

“Hey, I’m trying my best.”

“I’m *not* well. I’m so fucking unwell. I can’t take it anymore. Please, help me…”

“I’ll live.”

SOLA — “Hm…” She smiles apologetically. “Well, that’s all we can really ask for anymore, isn’t it?”

EMPATHY — She wishes more than anything that this was not the case. That you could ask for the world and have it.

RHETORIC — She tried to give it to you, and this is how you repay her? You’re gonna be in *deep* shit trying to explain that insignia you stitched onto her jacket.

“Um, about the jacket. It’s not what it… well, no, it *is* what it looks like. But I don’t— it’s— there’s nuance.”

“Is that really all you have to say to me?”

“I don’t know what to say to you.”

“Where are you going?”

SOLA — Her Innocence looks away from you, toward the wind. “Away,” she says, her voice distant and strange. “Yes… I’m stepping down, you see. The world doesn’t need me. It never needed me, really. It’s best for humanity to think for itself. No… it already *does* think for itself.”

She turns back to you with a small smile. The thought brings her peace.

PAIN THRESHOLD — But what does it bring *you?* She’s leaving you forever. Abandoning you for lofty ideals.

AUTHORITY — Let her go. Let her see how little you care. Don’t give her any satisfaction.

HALF LIGHT — Stop her. You won’t be able to live without her.

VOLITION — You have already lived almost all your life without her. You don’t need her. You have *never* needed her.

“What if the world *does* need you? Who are you to make that decision for the entire world?”

“Fine. Go. It’s none of my business.”

“So you’re just going to leave me behind again.”

“Please, don’t go. *I* need you.”

SOLA — “What else is an Innocence appointed to do?” Her smile turns wry. “You see? This is why I’m stepping down.”

Distant propellers turn and turn in endless circles. She glances toward them.

YOU — “Fine. Go. It’s none of my business.”

SOLA — “I suppose not.” Her voice and her face betray nothing. No sign of remorse.

YOU — “So you’re just going to leave me behind again.”

SOLA — “That was never my intention,” she says softly. “Surely you know that.”

INLAND EMPIRE — You will never truly know. No one will.

SOLA — She stares out at the horizon through the tendrils of hair that almost seem to threaten to swallow her. Her expression is strange and ambiguous, shifting every time you try and look directly at it.

YOU — “Please, don’t go. *I* need you.”

SOLA — She looks at you, and her eyes are full of what might be genuine sadness. But they could also be full of anything else.

“Oh, Kim… You must make do with what you have. I don’t know what else you want me to say…”

RHETORIC — What?! There are a million other things she could say! Forty-one years worth of possibilities! She could say *anything!* Anything at all… Even if she’d only left you a single word, it would be better than this…

VOLITION — It’s pointless to wish. Please, no more of this. It’s too sad.

“You could say that you’re sorry.”

“Say that I turned out all right.”

“Say that you’re proud of me. That you love me.”

SOLA — “Then I’m sorry.” She closes her eyes. “It was terrible of us to leave you alone.”

Her voice is utterly calm and emotionless.

PAIN THRESHOLD — No… Wrong, all wrong…

YOU — “Say that I turned out all right.”

SOLA — “You’re a good man despite it all. That is all I ever hoped for you.”

Again, there is no warmth to her words. No conviction.

VOLITION — Lieutenant… Please, don’t do this to yourself.

YOU — “Say that you’re proud of me. That you love me.”

SOLA — “I’m so proud of you and everything you’ve accomplished. You wear that jacket well.”

Her eyes have nothing behind them. A pair of two millimeter holes in the world.

“I love you.”

PAIN THRESHOLD — Your lungs seem to constrict at her words. Your chest hurts more than it’s ever hurt. This wind is hard to breathe in.

YOU — “No! Don’t you fucking get it?! You don’t love me!”

SOLA — “Then I don’t love you.”

YOU — “You should be *ashamed* of me!”

SOLA — “Then I am ashamed.”

YOU — “I betrayed you! I betrayed everything you stood for! I’m a fucking cop!”

SOLA — “Then I am betrayed.”

She proclaims it as dispassionately as she proclaimed her love.

YOU — “For god’s sake, *say something real!*”

SOLA — She just looks at you. The propellers keep on turning.

DRAMA — She can’t speak for herself, sire…

LOGIC — Of course she can’t. Of course…

PAIN THRESHOLD — Your lungs feel like they could collapse. Empty, crumpled, dark. Hot tears prick your eyes for the first time in what feels like a long time.

SOLA — “Do you understand now?” she asks gently.

LOGIC — She cannot speak for herself because you do not know what she would say.

There are many memories that you have been slowly recovering, little by little. Your mother will never be one of them. Her, the revolution, the aerostatic brigade— they all died before you could even comprehend loss.

AUTHORITY — You did not become a detective so that you could find your lost mother. You became a police officer because you did not want to end up like her.

VOLITION — She can neither forgive you, nor condemn you. She is dead, Lieutenant. She can only be what you make her.

RHETORIC — You’re asking your own echo for answers…

SOLA — “Humanity must think for itself,” she says again, turning again toward the wind. “What point is there in asking me where to go from here? I’m a failure. We all failed…”

RHETORIC — The revolutionaries failed their children, and the children are failing their parents, and all of them are dying, dying, dead… What’s the point in any of this anymore? I cannot argue in favor of any of it.

VOLITION — There is a point. There is a way forward. But you won’t find it here, Lieutenant.

“I hate you. You made me everything I am and then you just *left.*”

“I miss you… How is it even possible to miss someone you never met? It’s like someone ripped a part of me out and all I can do is bleed.”

“I don’t know what I am. I need you to tell me what I am.”

SOLA — One last time, she turns back to you. She slowly bridges the gap between you and reaches out a hand to cup your cheek. Her fingers feel like your own.

“You are whatever kind of animal you choose to be,” she says, so quietly that you don’t know how you can hear it over the distant roar of engines. “I cannot make that choice for you.”

EMPATHY — She died hoping that you would grow up with the freedom to choose to be whatever you wanted. Instead, the world that raised you hardly let you dare to want anything.

VOLITION — But you can still make a choice. Humanity can still think for itself.

[tired-fandom-ndn]

Saw one fic about Harry's skills/voices being a sign that he could be an Innocence and it's all I am going to think about forever.

[bitchmael]

this might be me reading it wrong but while they obviously are Cops and pretty explicitly bastards because of it i'm not sure how 1:1 an analogy the rcm are supposed to be for real-world cops. like generally police forces are, in order to fulfil their role as the means of maintaining the state's monopoly on violence at home, empowered (both legally & logistically) to do whatever they need/want to do that and imo it's very telling that the game goes out of its way to say "the rcm are not allowed anywhere near breach-loading weapons". like the moralintern is apparently willing to allow the mercenaries to run around a civilian area carrying automatics but won't let (as i understood it) anyone in the rcm have them for any reason. couple this w the fact that the rcm was apparently started by the people of revachol themselves & allowed (there's that word again) to continue by the moralintern rather than being the MI's brainchild i think it speaks to some interesting tensions in the rcm's postion which are obscured by just calling them cops. which is not to say that they are not also cops.

[mihotose]

something to be said about how harry wanting to beat measurehead up actually gets him a point for moralism. there is no way to get a communism point from this interaction

[permian-tropos]

parasites in chief with their idiot building

[57sfinest]

okay so for the longest time i have been haunted by the choice of colors on the revachol skyline because the blue/orange/white contrast and the positioning of the clouds feels so deliberate to me and i just realized.

that’s it, isn’t it? it’s the pale fire on the horizon. even the position of the cloud, like a fog preparing to roll over revachol. the darkness creeping in at the corners of the sky. 27 years before the end of the world indeed

[thegreateyeofsauron]

i didn't even realize the smoker on the balcony was gay or that his sunday friend was a guy he was fucking until i had it specifically pointed out to me.

in that moment it was like i had become harry du bois himself.

also i immediately tried to bum a smoke off him the second we met.

[code31-onthedancefloor]

soldier, deserter. spy, fugitive.

[smthscoming]

not directing this at anyone in particular but lest we all forget... kim kitsuragi IS a cop and a centrist and acab DOES apply to him

he can be your uwu gay bby that's fine but he does make it clear he's chosen pragmatic moralism. so just like... think about that perhaps.