[The smells, if nothing else, are familiar to him. He thinks of the medical equipment he'd developed, the medicines, and how he misses the work. How Nanachi and their friends set Bondrewd back quite a bit, he thinks not with malice but with fondness. What an adventure that had been indeed.
Without missing a beat, Bondrewd follows Fandaniel and makes himself comfortable onto the shelf, tail draping over the side. He listens thoughtfully, folding his hands together politely.]
None whatsoever. I encourage you to kill me in a method you find most useful. I shall endeavor to not resist.
However, the brings about an important point to cover.
This is known as a life reverberating stone, created by a relic we named Your Worth. The purpose of such a thing is to enhance other relics, and open certain passages in our world. As a result, they are created by a singular method: a person willingly sacrificing themselves to grant it to their intended user.
I was in a unique situation to be able to create my stone with myself, for myself. Inside this stone is my soul. I'm unclear how that translates for the simulation, but it may be wise to study this as I die.
[Bondrewd lets the whistle settle back to resting on his cravat.]
Not at all. The whistle houses my soul, but I am able to go to other bodies by the operation of a different relic. Zoaholic. It allows me to spread my consciousness into willing individuals and assume their body as a host should my current one expire. With the combination of my soul in the whistle and my consciousness stored in so many bodies, I continue to live with all of myself in tact, aside from my physical body naturally.
Regrettably, I don't have the relic in Aldrip. Hardly surprising; it's not that portable, after all.
Technically yes. I can activate my consciousness to see through their eyes and convey commands occasionally, but at this time I haven't been able to make that connection since arriving in Aldrip. Hardly a surprise, but it is the first thing I tried when I woke here.
Imagine it like the smallest seed, waiting to sprout with the right circumstances. So, that piece of myself with them simply remains, waiting.
Indeed. And I only assume a body with explicit consent.
[Bondrewd, A Man of Morals! That's what they say (no they do not)]
I would love to be able to show you if it was here. Perhaps our keepers will find a mercy and incorporate it into the simulation one day, if only so I could show you how it functions.
It's truly a marvel. It's permitted me to perform incredible explorations and experiments.
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Without missing a beat, Bondrewd follows Fandaniel and makes himself comfortable onto the shelf, tail draping over the side. He listens thoughtfully, folding his hands together politely.]
None whatsoever. I encourage you to kill me in a method you find most useful. I shall endeavor to not resist.
However, the brings about an important point to cover.
[Bondrewd grips the strangely carved whistle he carries with him.]
This is known as a life reverberating stone, created by a relic we named Your Worth. The purpose of such a thing is to enhance other relics, and open certain passages in our world. As a result, they are created by a singular method: a person willingly sacrificing themselves to grant it to their intended user.
I was in a unique situation to be able to create my stone with myself, for myself. Inside this stone is my soul. I'm unclear how that translates for the simulation, but it may be wise to study this as I die.
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[Fandaniel curls a finger against his chin in thought as his silver gaze locks on the whistle.]
I shall circle back to that.
But first... When you told me you died many times was it this whistle that brought you back, then?
[He has many thoughts about how to kill Bondrewd for their experiment but this whistle is immediately fascinating.]
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[Bondrewd lets the whistle settle back to resting on his cravat.]
Not at all. The whistle houses my soul, but I am able to go to other bodies by the operation of a different relic. Zoaholic. It allows me to spread my consciousness into willing individuals and assume their body as a host should my current one expire. With the combination of my soul in the whistle and my consciousness stored in so many bodies, I continue to live with all of myself in tact, aside from my physical body naturally.
Regrettably, I don't have the relic in Aldrip. Hardly surprising; it's not that portable, after all.
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[He smirks and unfolds his legs so he kick them excitedly.]
Does this mean there are individuals back in your home world who carry your consciousness within them even now?
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Imagine it like the smallest seed, waiting to sprout with the right circumstances. So, that piece of myself with them simply remains, waiting.
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'Tis a fascinating method of body-hopping, I must say!
[He exhales a wistful sigh.]
I wish you had Zoaholic at hand so I could witness it myself.
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[Bondrewd, A Man of Morals! That's what they say (no they do not)]
I would love to be able to show you if it was here. Perhaps our keepers will find a mercy and incorporate it into the simulation one day, if only so I could show you how it functions.
It's truly a marvel. It's permitted me to perform incredible explorations and experiments.
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[A pause.]
Well, perhaps I should say the finality of it. I have died in my own endeavor to better understand the nature of life itself.
...Many times, in fact. Always I wake.
apologies for once again disappearing /rubs temples
Yet, for you... would nothing reinspire you to desire life? It would seem many would lack without a mind like yours, Fandaniel.
/returns from the grave
[He lifts a hand and waves it dismissively through the air.]
So that I might exist for centuries more and endure the suffering that comes with it? I think not.
[Despite his words, he smiles.]
I have worked very hard to die. My death is my magnum opus.