"You have reached Solus zos Galvus. I fear I am unavailable at the moment, but should your query be of an urgent nature, pray leave a message. I shall endeavor to return it anon."
[He's uncertain the name of them, but he knows the style. One he hasn't quite yet pursued himself, but...]
A pity that you would unwittingly offend that woman on what was likely a spiritual level, but 'tis no matter. We will get you fitted to attire that suits you, both in comfort and appearance. As for what determines the distinction of clothing, well...it is not quite so arbitrary, most of which does indeed have to do with cultural beginnings, and some biological, yet even that ties back to cultural. More oft than not the clothing serves a specific purpose, whether for identification or function, some other is merely for appearance and flamboyancy.
Far more complicated than what we wore in Amaurot, in any case.
And she seemed so close to death, too. Oh well. I hope she finds a real monk soon. ...I'm still working out guessing ages, and it doesn't always seem to go so well.
[Yes, he had told someone they looked to be in great health for nearing a hundred. They were not, quite... nearing a hundred.]
...For instance, how old are you supposed to look? Twenty? Eighty?
[He was about to comment on that, till Hythlodaeus' question. His mouth was open, now it is closed. Instead of an answer, he merely gives judgmental silence.]
... My data set is just small, is all! Estinien is thirty-two. Urianger is right around there... I know what a very old man looks like, roughly. Women are much more difficult, but that's due to the cosmetic face paint, I think.
[ What a dizzying thought. Nearly enough to make him vomit, actually. And a lesser man might.]
How... odd. And yet there won’t be nearly enough time to come to come to terms with it. Hm, a shame. Yet I perhaps understand their condition more keenly now.
[This was just too much big news, one thigh after the other. He would be fine, of course. He hasn’t prepared for death, exactly, and definitely not like this... so many unanswered questions. They would need to modify this simulation sooner or later. ]
[He says, like that's a normal fucking thing, even to Amaurotines.]
However, like I said, yours is a body most youthful, so I would not worry overmuch. Besides, I plan not to live out this body's life here. I plan to escape, remember?
...Right. As you very well know, projects of such complexity may require more than just a couple decades, especially with so few of us to research and design. Forgive me, I am not normally prone to such anxieties. How much time does this body of yours have, if you had to estimate?
[He lets out a slow breath]
Though I have ideas of my own already. We will confer and collaborate once we are in the same space.
Yes, yes. But it may not be as complicated as you think.
[He pauses a moment at that question, but also because his heart hurts for Hythlodaeus... He really does not like hearing the worry in his tone, and him having to contend with being mortal. It's not great feeling for himself, either, but...]
By my wager, this body is roughly forty-two. Mortal bodies have a max of one-hundred and twenty, give or take. Surely you do not need me to do the math for you.
[Though...he also knows that, while not Solus' actual body nor his clones, that body gave out at eighty-eight. Granted, it was by design, but it had indeed gotten...rather frail towards the end there.]
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[He's uncertain the name of them, but he knows the style. One he hasn't quite yet pursued himself, but...]
A pity that you would unwittingly offend that woman on what was likely a spiritual level, but 'tis no matter. We will get you fitted to attire that suits you, both in comfort and appearance. As for what determines the distinction of clothing, well...it is not quite so arbitrary, most of which does indeed have to do with cultural beginnings, and some biological, yet even that ties back to cultural. More oft than not the clothing serves a specific purpose, whether for identification or function, some other is merely for appearance and flamboyancy.
Far more complicated than what we wore in Amaurot, in any case.
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[Yes, he had told someone they looked to be in great health for nearing a hundred. They were not, quite... nearing a hundred.]
...For instance, how old are you supposed to look? Twenty? Eighty?
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Hades?
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This body is roughly in its early forties. Some would call that burgeoning upon middle-aged for mortals.
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[Though hadn't someone said that no one dies...? Hm.]
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...You likely will, but such noticeable changes won't likely happen for at least a decade or so. What with you still having such a youthful form.
[That does raise an interesting question...do people stop aging after a certain point? Or can they only die through old age? Hmm...]
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[ What a dizzying thought. Nearly enough to make him vomit, actually. And a lesser man might.]
How... odd. And yet there won’t be nearly enough time to come to come to terms with it. Hm, a shame. Yet I perhaps understand their condition more keenly now.
[This was just too much big news, one thigh after the other. He would be fine, of course. He hasn’t prepared for death, exactly, and definitely not like this... so many unanswered questions. They would need to modify this simulation sooner or later. ]
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[He says, like that's a normal fucking thing, even to Amaurotines.]
However, like I said, yours is a body most youthful, so I would not worry overmuch. Besides, I plan not to live out this body's life here. I plan to escape, remember?
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[He lets out a slow breath]
Though I have ideas of my own already. We will confer and collaborate once we are in the same space.
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[He pauses a moment at that question, but also because his heart hurts for Hythlodaeus... He really does not like hearing the worry in his tone, and him having to contend with being mortal. It's not great feeling for himself, either, but...]
By my wager, this body is roughly forty-two. Mortal bodies have a max of one-hundred and twenty, give or take. Surely you do not need me to do the math for you.
[Though...he also knows that, while not Solus' actual body nor his clones, that body gave out at eighty-eight. Granted, it was by design, but it had indeed gotten...rather frail towards the end there.]