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A soldier, or a monster?
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hook_line_sinkerHaving made his home on a world that itself is a nexus, Simon is perfectly comfortable in this one. He's already done his reconnaissance, moving through the place, noting such places as The Wilds and the Underbelly. He would be perfectly at home in either, but as he appreciates a little comfort, Simon is currently ensconced in the Crossroads Cafe, not too far from the Plaza.
He sits with a rich blend of coffee, reading an old-fashioned newspaper. It would be easy, of course, to use the tablet at his side to catch up on any news of Terra, but there's something to be said for the feeling of paper and the grubby black print. The paper is entirely in German and appears completely normal. For those who notice, however, the print alters and moves as Simon reads. It may look like a simple copy of Die Wielt (The World) but he's using his not inconsiderable magical ability to provide himself with headlines from all over the planet known as Earth.
Apart from that detail, it all looks very normal. Simon Gruber looks like a human male in his late forties. For those with preternatural, magical, or enhanced abilities though, who can see such things, he's so far from being human it might almost be unnerving. It's not only the fact that even his clothing is spun from shadow and made tangible, or that there's a strong current of magic running through his core. It's something more and beyond that. Something vast and terrible, an entity too advanced for even a god to wholly comprehend; is gilded onto Simon’s every atom. Neither he nor It are looking for trouble, however. Its signature only serves as a warning to those who would incarcerate, or attempt to harm, Its adopted neonate.
Another hint at the ancient nature of this entity is that Simon is several centuries old, and yet It still thinks of him as Its adopted newborn. Fortunately, though, It is not present. Only Its mark is upon this once-mortal Terran male. It has no interest in gods or devils. They are mere dust upon Its feet. It could even give The Architect a good deal of grief in battle. Fortunately perhaps, for the multiverse, It and The Creator have an understanding.
For Simon Gruber, it's been several lifetimes since he first made his clumsy enquiries into how he might possess immortality, and cheat Lucifer of his damned soul. The subject still interests him. The myriad ways in which one can achieve everlasting life never cease to surprise him.
And he does rather enjoy life's little discoveries.
“I wonder, hypothetically,” Simon muses, in the fluid German accent he has never lost, nor would ever wish to; “what you would pay to become immortal? Never to age, or die. Or do you see eternal life as its own curse?”
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[ooc: Alan Rickman muses welcome.]
He sits with a rich blend of coffee, reading an old-fashioned newspaper. It would be easy, of course, to use the tablet at his side to catch up on any news of Terra, but there's something to be said for the feeling of paper and the grubby black print. The paper is entirely in German and appears completely normal. For those who notice, however, the print alters and moves as Simon reads. It may look like a simple copy of Die Wielt (The World) but he's using his not inconsiderable magical ability to provide himself with headlines from all over the planet known as Earth.
Apart from that detail, it all looks very normal. Simon Gruber looks like a human male in his late forties. For those with preternatural, magical, or enhanced abilities though, who can see such things, he's so far from being human it might almost be unnerving. It's not only the fact that even his clothing is spun from shadow and made tangible, or that there's a strong current of magic running through his core. It's something more and beyond that. Something vast and terrible, an entity too advanced for even a god to wholly comprehend; is gilded onto Simon’s every atom. Neither he nor It are looking for trouble, however. Its signature only serves as a warning to those who would incarcerate, or attempt to harm, Its adopted neonate.
Another hint at the ancient nature of this entity is that Simon is several centuries old, and yet It still thinks of him as Its adopted newborn. Fortunately, though, It is not present. Only Its mark is upon this once-mortal Terran male. It has no interest in gods or devils. They are mere dust upon Its feet. It could even give The Architect a good deal of grief in battle. Fortunately perhaps, for the multiverse, It and The Creator have an understanding.
For Simon Gruber, it's been several lifetimes since he first made his clumsy enquiries into how he might possess immortality, and cheat Lucifer of his damned soul. The subject still interests him. The myriad ways in which one can achieve everlasting life never cease to surprise him.
And he does rather enjoy life's little discoveries.
“I wonder, hypothetically,” Simon muses, in the fluid German accent he has never lost, nor would ever wish to; “what you would pay to become immortal? Never to age, or die. Or do you see eternal life as its own curse?”
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[ooc: Alan Rickman muses welcome.]
