[whenever hansa happens to wander by the vr room today... it seems like it's occupied, actually.
emet-selch can be found here, with the room set to recreate what appears to be a plaza; his attention is pulled away, though, as he nods to hansa.]
It seems the place has finally provided something more worthwhile.
[but as he glances over the view again and his attention wanders, for a moment... seeing as it operates on brainwaves etc., that's enough for it to shift. emet-selch pauses, remaining still for a moment, then just exhales a tired breath. he'll put it back in a second.]
[Is what he starts...and then stops, blinking with some surprise when he walks in and the scene changes. A beautiful pristine plaza, tinged blue as if deep underwater, and then...ruins.]
[His eyebrows furrow.]
Its lovely. [He repeats, a bit quieter.] Hm. I guess this room does have its uses, though.
It makes an acceptable test of memory, at the least.
[it's good to be able to see this, here. even in this way. a small reminder of what remains waiting-- although it's not as if he needs reminders.
a moment of concentration later, he focuses on a different location, a room this time. notably, everything in here looks far too large, and it is empty aside from the two of them.]
[it's a single title, not a first and last name, even if he's never bothered clarifying that to hansa; he still doesn't, leaving it just at the correction.]
But they did, indeed. This was a part of our city.
Have you not gone over the data provided in full, then?
[he arches a brow, tone somewhere between exasperated and faintly amused. no one has ever made mention of it, even with it being right there-- at this point it's almost funny, that something like that either fails to stand out or just gets missed.]
Several of you continue to ask questions answered by it.
Well, I'm not exactly asking you to draw a picture, but. Are you a being that looks like humans do, or are you something with a bunch of wings or eyes or something?
[And that last part...]
And what do you mean by that? You all look the same?
Our society places the community over the whole-- flaunting individuality in such a way, keeping something to oneself, would be frowned upon.
[the good of the whole, over all else. but he nods-]
Something of the sort, yes. There are fourteen who serve to provide guidance, each chosen as the best-suited individual for their particular seat; the Speaker is always a talented orator, and the most recent to be appointed was gifted in his field of research as well.
It isn't that the individual does not matter. Mortals often simply lack the foresight to see how such a thing could work-- they think it boring. That they would feel stifled. In practice for us, it is the opposite, and much more is accomplished than would be possible otherwise; in the sharing of knowledge, concepts may be given life that the one who thought of them could not produce alone. It is not seen as a burden to share, for in so doing, all benefit, including oneself... and individual talents are ever necessary to foster new research, new creation, to prevent stagnation.
[he has Opinions about this. maybe he's heard already that it sounds like a boring sort of world.]
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emet-selch can be found here, with the room set to recreate what appears to be a plaza; his attention is pulled away, though, as he nods to hansa.]
It seems the place has finally provided something more worthwhile.
[but as he glances over the view again and his attention wanders, for a moment... seeing as it operates on brainwaves etc., that's enough for it to shift. emet-selch pauses, remaining still for a moment, then just exhales a tired breath. he'll put it back in a second.]
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[Is what he starts...and then stops, blinking with some surprise when he walks in and the scene changes. A beautiful pristine plaza, tinged blue as if deep underwater, and then...ruins.]
[His eyebrows furrow.]
Its lovely. [He repeats, a bit quieter.] Hm. I guess this room does have its uses, though.
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[it's good to be able to see this, here. even in this way. a small reminder of what remains waiting-- although it's not as if he needs reminders.
a moment of concentration later, he focuses on a different location, a room this time. notably, everything in here looks far too large, and it is empty aside from the two of them.]
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[Oh...wow, those benches are huge. Hansa blinks up at them, turning around as he glances down the rows.]
...Hey, is this fit to scale, by any chance?
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[how can you reconstruct what's missing, after all?
but he answers entirely too casually, considering:]
They are their intended size. A consequence of attention to detail, I suppose.
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[And that's...interesting. Intended size? How large were the people, to have sat in those benches? They must be giants.]
...Did your people sit here, Emet?
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[it's a single title, not a first and last name, even if he's never bothered clarifying that to hansa; he still doesn't, leaving it just at the correction.]
But they did, indeed. This was a part of our city.
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[Most people, he would've ignored that request, but he likes the man well enough.]
And they were...that large.
[A beat.]
Were you that large? Goodness. You must have been like titans compared to people like us.
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[he arches a brow, tone somewhere between exasperated and faintly amused. no one has ever made mention of it, even with it being right there-- at this point it's almost funny, that something like that either fails to stand out or just gets missed.]
Several of you continue to ask questions answered by it.
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[He says, dryly - but yes, that was a thing, wasn't it?]
What am I seeing now? Your human form, then?
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[except with echo cheating. and while that works out well, in many cases-- sometimes you do require a body.]
This one was most recently known as Solus zos Galvus.
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[He steps closer, his eye looking up and down Emet-Selch, as if seeing him for the first time.]
And "Emet-Selch" is your original name, then? Solus was the name you took to live among the people.
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[it doesn't do to repeat the same character over and over, or stay in character for too long.]
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Like an actor, huh. [A bunch of characters...] So, which one was your favorite? This one?
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[it's just the most recent.]
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Looking good for ninety-odd years, honestly.
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[He stares at Emet-Selch for a moment.]
So...I guess I'll address the elephant in the room, or rather, the really big Emet-Selch. What do you really look like?
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[and, waving that off-]
Nor would you find it that simple to tell one of us from another, I am sure.
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[And that last part...]
And what do you mean by that? You all look the same?
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[he keeps it on him, so-- from somewhere within the layers of his outfit, he removes this.]
Every one of us wears the same robe and mask, save for the Convocation, whose masks are unique to their seat.
[therefore, hard to tell apart, especially for someone a third their size.]
In that way, I suppose I could be identified, should you know which it was.
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So you all conform to the same look. That's very interesting, especially when humans love their ability to be diverse.
[He tilts his head.]
The Convocation...your form of government?
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[the good of the whole, over all else. but he nods-]
Something of the sort, yes. There are fourteen who serve to provide guidance, each chosen as the best-suited individual for their particular seat; the Speaker is always a talented orator, and the most recent to be appointed was gifted in his field of research as well.
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[It sounds like...a drab world. Everyone the same...he doesn't think he could live in a world like that.]
I assume you were part of that Convocation?
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[he has Opinions about this. maybe he's heard already that it sounds like a boring sort of world.]
But yes. I still hold my seat upon it.
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