Forum game: Ask the character!

The answer to this question comes tied in a messenger bat:

&quotGreetings! I AM at the Zee, right now. More precisely, at the Sea of Voices. It is the most interesting place. I am currently on a Voyage od Scientific Discovery and I must say, these waters house the most fascinating secrets! I have learned so much that I can barely contain it on my head. I might pursue some more doctorates as I come back to London.

Now, a question back to you: do you train your pets/companions to do some specific job? Are they any good at it?

(Also: could someone feed this bat some cave crickets? It flew quite a bit to reach you and deserves some.)&quot

Valencia:…I will leave that task to you, Ariel, while I muse over the professor’s question.

Glass Doll: /She mumbles something unintelligible from underneath her cowl, and produces dead insects for the bat from some unseen pocket./

Valencia: Now I probably could train dogs, and I have trained a few men in my time but I am most fortunate at the moment to not need to do so. I just got a, if one can imagine it, a blemmigan secretary! It’s most delightful! I am free to envision my next work aloud and have it written down without the smallest smear of ink on my fingers! What about you, dear?

Glass Doll: /She remains silent./

Valencia: Hmmph. Probably asleep. That leaves the questioning to me. Hmm. Ah! Which group that lurks here in our beloved London frightens you the most?

Dirae Erinyes: Honestly, it’s the royal family. I know their are worse out there, but I some reason they get under my skin.
Evensong: Feducci.

That man is a menace, and due to meet a horrible fate at the hands of Sir Christopher Wren’s ghost for the descecration and gaudy painting of his masterpiece, any day now.

I was so discombobulated that I forgot a question:
What did you think was going to be scary but turned out to be a disappointment?

Eli: Death. If it sneaks up on you, like getting shot in the back or falling from somewhere high, it’s relatively painless, just makes you feel both sore and numb all over. I’d compare it more to waking up from a binge with a piercing hangover.

A question, if I may?
Would you rather end up as a tomb-colonist, a drowny or a rubbery-thing?

[quote=The Absurd Rogue]Eli: Death. If it sneaks up on you, like getting shot in the back or falling from somewhere high, it’s relatively painless, just makes you feel both sore and numb all over. I’d compare it more to waking up from a binge with a piercing hangover.

A question, if I may?
Would you rather end up as a tomb-colonist, a drowny or a rubbery-thing?[/quote]

I haven’t died yet. The idea of being so nonchalant about it is still new to me.

Anyway, I’d rather be a tomb-colonist. Many of them are formidable fighters, even moreso if their &quotcondition&quot is so advanced they don’t feel pain anymore. And tomb-colonists know how to make the best of things. I think the nearly-dead appreciate life more than the fully living do.

I wouldn’t want to be a drownie. Drownies have to serve the Fathomking.

My question springs from Eli’s: If you lost a limb or an eye, would you be willing to let the Rubbery people craft you a prosthetic? With the assurances that the prosthetic would look, and function, exactly as the original, and the caveat that doing so would break the laws of nature and render your soul unsaleable.

Since my soul IS already unsaleable to devils (and I am not sure if they would want it, even if it was not - not after what happened to the last devil that tried to buy it), I would jump right in. I broke the laws of nature so hard, on Surface no less, that the Boatman do not even want to be near me. I can take some rubbery eyes.

Which reminds me: since that creature makes a point of not letting me get less than five meters next to it, would anyone tell me if the Boatman is as terrifying as everybody says? What does it talk about when it plays chess?

Never got a good look at 'em. Nor did I ever play chess when I had a chance. Bugger did seem impressed with my will and seemed 'lright I guess. Can’t say the same 'bout the other blokes that were on the boat though.

Got ta say I didn’t fink the boatman would be a hot topic here. So sticking with it, what’s the worst way you’ve been sent to see the boatman? And if you’ve never died, what’s the worst way you’ve been injured?

Dirae Erinyes: Attempting to talk to a spider-colony about the correspondence. You can imagine the rest.
Evensong: Standing to close to a gunpowder factory when somebody decided it was a nice night for a bit of arson.

What’s the best way to die down here?

[quote=Passionario]
What was your most recent triumph?[/quote]

Convincing my ship’s Cook, a fantastically skilled Bandaged Poissonier to reproduce the feast he thrilled the Fathomking with for myself and my friend.

I would truly like to know more about dying to Jenny’s scarlett stockings, they are a favorite thing of mine.

Can you tell me more?

[quote=absimiliard]
I would truly like to know more about dying to Jenny’s scarlett stockings, they are a favorite thing of mine.

Can you tell me more?[/quote]

Could I? Oh yes.
Shall I? Mmm… Not today.

Now, if we might for just a moment turn our gimlet eyes towards our esteemed… hosts, my question is this:
If you were suddenly to become a Master, what would your title be?

Eli: Mr Regret. I have little else to sell.

Ezekiel: Mr Truth. All that have ears shall listen.

You must answer question,
We’ve all had some weird dreams, just seems to be the thing around here. What is the most ridiculous dream you’ve had that made no sense upon waking up?

Eli: Like the one where I was being chased by puppets through a warehouse made out of melting butter?

Ezekiel: …Can anyone top that?

Direa Erinyes: I dreamed that I got commissioned by Mr. Irons to help start up a factory across the zee. My whole crew was mice and cats. We got hit by a storm of priests.

Evensong: After a night drinking with devils, I dreamed I was lady working with a detective. But my dress was much too short, the detective smoked thin tubes of tobacco, and the lights were bright and such weird colors - but they never illuminated the darkness. Too much brandy before bed.
Whats your favorite way of dealing with nightmares?

Of your pets, companions and underlings, whom do you trust the most? The least?[/quote]

&quotI have a black cat. I trust him the most of my animal companions.

I sometimes share a table with a green-eyed devil. He has grabby hands and he is not to be trusted.&quot

Fallen London is a place of constant striving, opportunistic liaisons, and frequent betrayal. Who betrayed you?

People with the ambition of hunting the Vake are no strangers to betrayal. The only betrayal that ever hurt me, ironically, did not happen in Fallen London. It happened on the Surface, when a dear friend of mine decided that he did not want to offer his own soul in a deal with a devil…

Are you still in touch with your family?
edited by Professor Strix on 5/19/2016

Ifn ya mean by blood, haven’t seen my folks since I was young. Though if you don’ mean that than the answers still the same. Seems pointless to have family around… though there seems to be an unhealthy amount o’ aunts around 'ere.

Anyone 'ere even have relatives down in the Neath?

Ifn ya mean by blood, haven’t seen my folks since I was young. Though if you don’ mean that than the answers still the same. Seems pointless to have family around… though there seems to be an unhealthy amount o’ aunts around 'ere.

Anyone 'ere even have relatives down in the Neath?[/quote]

[li]
Agata: I lived with my brother when I got here!
Maria: I just found out MY family in my lodgings. Appear to be hunting a brother of mine who ALSO is somewhere around here. Why did any higher power dicide to curse me THAT far? What did I do wrong?

“Maybe it’s what you are doing right.”

“Are you still in touch with your family?”

Ezekiel: Not since Ezekiel buried them. Guess could say it was long time coming. Loose ends are tied. No future left. Only live for The Service and The Hunt now.

Eli: God’s hooks, you’re morbid EZ. Guess it’s a perk of the job, eh? Eh? Okay, sorry I said anything. Ahem.

None of us are strangers to betrayal, but who was someone that came through for you when you were certain that you were alone in this world?