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Yes. Building character.
*I look to the side, as though hiding something.*
Mm...
*Raises an eyebrow*
Something wrong?
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Yes. Building character.
*I look to the side, as though hiding something.*
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Eh. I've half a mind to move on from this one soon enough. I've done my errands here. I visited another timeline recently; they've their own world government, their own little luxuries that this rather archaic world struggles to match. I might return there for a few months, find a trust fund baby and live on their dime. It's a good life, really; you ought to try it.
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Indeed. If you'd like something closer to the full story, then I am a wanderer. One who is not... attuned to any particular timeline. In short, I'm a foreigner to all reality, hence my previous statement that I have no home.
*I cock my head.*
Where are you from? What brings you here?
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Among other things, yes.
*I adjust a blood-red tie as it sits on my chest.*
The rest is a matter of my own privacy.
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Hmm. A dreamer, then. Forgive me; they so often overlap.
*With a nod, I return to my previous form, a tall, well-built man of what can only be described as impeccable beauty, eyes shining and commanding from their place on a statuesque face.*
I do love how easy it is to make myself up.
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A mage, then? I've certainly trafficked with them more than enough for my age.
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It's been long enough that I don't remember myself. You? You... speak of humans as though you were not one of them, and I can only assume that is actually the case.
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"Man" is a word you can use. As is the female counterpart.
*I switch which elbow I'm leaning on. For a moment, my form flickers, a blurring, crackling haze falling over me. When it clears, I've taken a female form, a young blonde woman in what appears to be an early 21st-century police officer's uniform.*
I never settled on what face to wear.
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It's not the worst thing to be fascinated by. I've certainly wished for the Lady to visit me time and again.
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If you ask me, the rest state of reality as a whole is one of conflict, and will be until the last star in the last little timeline burns out. The laws of thermodynamics dictate it; something must transition from a higher state of matter to a lower to perform any form of meaningful work. Gasoline burns to drive cars, stars burn out to heat worlds and make life, and governments fall and men fight to exact societal change. There's nothing morally wrong with conflict, just as there's nothing evil about a hurricane or an earthquake. Conflict, disunity, discord, are all simply entropic forces writ large.