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[Nov. 17, 2006][Original] Merchant's Neutrality
Title: Merchant's Neutrality
Day/Theme: Nov. 17, 2006 I do not bite my thumb at you, sir
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Kojiro
Rating: PG
Kojiro had once liked to stir up trouble, at least with his father, but those days were long ago. Now a decent part of his job involved making small talk and maintaining good relationships with others in the merchant business. Sticking his nose into things and stepping out of line had made him into a revolutionary hero, but it was not an experience he ever wanted to repeat. He only wanted to sink slowly into peaceful obscurity.
It hadn't really worked. Campion, an old friend, had pointed him out to the youthful rebels of Quetland while he was doing work in Jeil and he had been sucked into that quagmire even after his efforts to ignore Cicero the Pomonan's urgings to fight for social justice. Things never seemed to work out the way he planned. Going along with all the waves in life was frustrating. Fighting his own way through was really more his style. What a pain.
Following his usual policy of being as neutral as he could manage, Kojiro turned a blind eye to the slaves from Pria laboring in Valor's mines. He did not comment on the pirates raiding the southwest coast, and he just shook his head at the jungle black market. He was not out to ruffle any feathers. He was keeping his opinions to himself.
"Afterall," Kojiro thought, "Why is it my job to keep order in the world? I can't be smashing apart every government that doesn't follow the guidance of my moral compass. And that's not all that the Spring Revolution was either." He could not placate himself with these considerations. They were empty and hopeless.
He scowled at the people as he rode through Valor's capital. It was not necessarily their fault, but he had to express his resentment of the slave-owning colleagues somehow. Few seemed to really notice or care about his sullen attitude, which only served to make the Rihakan merchant angrier. He clenched the reigns of his black horse tightly in trembling fists and continued to sneer at the people of Valor. A disgusting, loathsome group, the whole lot of them!
Day/Theme: Nov. 17, 2006 I do not bite my thumb at you, sir
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Kojiro
Rating: PG
Kojiro had once liked to stir up trouble, at least with his father, but those days were long ago. Now a decent part of his job involved making small talk and maintaining good relationships with others in the merchant business. Sticking his nose into things and stepping out of line had made him into a revolutionary hero, but it was not an experience he ever wanted to repeat. He only wanted to sink slowly into peaceful obscurity.
It hadn't really worked. Campion, an old friend, had pointed him out to the youthful rebels of Quetland while he was doing work in Jeil and he had been sucked into that quagmire even after his efforts to ignore Cicero the Pomonan's urgings to fight for social justice. Things never seemed to work out the way he planned. Going along with all the waves in life was frustrating. Fighting his own way through was really more his style. What a pain.
Following his usual policy of being as neutral as he could manage, Kojiro turned a blind eye to the slaves from Pria laboring in Valor's mines. He did not comment on the pirates raiding the southwest coast, and he just shook his head at the jungle black market. He was not out to ruffle any feathers. He was keeping his opinions to himself.
"Afterall," Kojiro thought, "Why is it my job to keep order in the world? I can't be smashing apart every government that doesn't follow the guidance of my moral compass. And that's not all that the Spring Revolution was either." He could not placate himself with these considerations. They were empty and hopeless.
He scowled at the people as he rode through Valor's capital. It was not necessarily their fault, but he had to express his resentment of the slave-owning colleagues somehow. Few seemed to really notice or care about his sullen attitude, which only served to make the Rihakan merchant angrier. He clenched the reigns of his black horse tightly in trembling fists and continued to sneer at the people of Valor. A disgusting, loathsome group, the whole lot of them!