[D5, EE-LE] Are You Ready For a New Sensation? (Roleplay)

[Cyprian Kircheis]

"The indulgence in or denial of can both be equally enticing. And while we strive for more and new sensations, willingness to receive the sensation is of the utmost importance. You of all should know that Cyprian." Thad admonishes his dhampir friend.

The Factol smiles as the drinks appear and the Lady leaves.. She quickly grabs her whiskey and downs in one go, coughing a little bit from the rush of poison inside of her. "Naw nade ter push de experience she doesn't want ter 'av, Cyprian. Wan shud be open ter tryin' new things, but yer canny jist drag dem into it. Yer 'av ter understan' de person an' waaat they are comfortable wi'. If not, yer git rejected. Sensate lesson number wan."

She smirks and hands the glass to her consort, giving him a small wink and extends her hand to his. "Way too eager...but dat can be a craic experience by its own roi. So, show me waaat yer can chucker oyt dare."

"Oh, gods! You're all so boring... Fine," He said with a shrug and a sigh, "I'll keep my sense of humour on a leash." He was a little hurt that his harmless teasing had been misconstrued. But then, never being one to let rejection stop him, he bows to the Factol's consort before taking her hand and guiding her to the floor.

"I expected your society to be more spirited, more liberating." He speaks as they revolve and sway in line with the tempo. "This party has all the makings of carnival with only about half its energy."

[Dare Shah]

"Of course, an artisan deserves adequate compensation. I have a few thoughts on the matter after seeing your creation, some that might even be appropriate for the City Court. When I was working there yesterday, some of the more aesthetic aspects of the design stood out to me. I think if you could add an automated feature, an imposing guardian or even pair of guardians patrolling outside might send a strong message of law and order and discourage such shenanigans as occurred. A much more practical alternative than actual golems... If the automation is too complex, I'm sure people could be found to operate them for some jink."

"I'm not sure I'm perfectly clear on what difference you see between a sufficiently advanced automaton to act independently and a golem.

Tonight's lion is just a puppet. It can read a simple partition at best, like replaying a few prerecorded movements while ignorant of its actual current environment. The musical comparison is apt as it relies on the same technology as crank organs for that.

What you seem to be hinted at would be a bigger, weaponized, more robust, model, piloted from the inside by an intelligent being? Like a sort of classy mechanical battle armor?"

[Factol Montgomery]

She looks at you cockeyed at your response. "Not sayin' anythin' av de sort. Jist 'av ter nu 'oy ter dayle wi' people. Article loike 'er, she doesn't go wi' de usual flirty, charmin' type. De sensashun she enjoys is av de mind. Offer wit, instead av mockery. " She allows you to lead the dance routine, smiling and being graceful as you show her the sensation of your moves.

"'Tis waaat oi 'ope ter show aff 'ere. 'Tis actually waaat oi'm tryin' ter work wi' a succubus, av al' things: a brothel av de mind. She'n 'I'll tink av a gran' title for it lay-ra, but we offer ter sate al' sorts av things, not jist de carnal."

[Cyprian Kircheis]

He frowned a little. "Again, I was never interested in her to begin with. YOU are much more my type." He spun her around on the turn before pulling her back in and resuming the refrain. "A pity that your dance-card appears to be full. There's no telling what sort of mischief we might have gotten up to. Carnal or otherwise..."

His grin returned as he began to enjoy himself. "Now I'm dying to hear more about this succubus. I can't say I've ever had the pleasure of meeting one before."

[Factol Montgomery]

"Well, at laest yer 'av gran' tastes." Erin grins widely. "Me dance card is alwus full, but oi can easily be opened for a interestin' experience. Tell me, waaat is it dat yer 'av ter offer?"

[Cyprian Kircheis]

He dipped her low and sensually on the next turn. A little spin and her face is mere inches away, "Would you really have me brag?" He whispered. "I'd imagine you're a woman who prefers action." His face is a tad more amorous as they spin and continue. "Have you ever counted a dhampir amongst your lovers? Have you ever offered your blood in feast? It's an intimate experience." He growls softly, playfully. "See my previous argument about temptation."

[Ore]

Illiam'iira listens, transfixed. Her pink irises become faceted like jewels. They refract Ore's reflection a hundred times back to him. Recognition and reflection folding in on each other. "And is that what you want? Or what what made you wants?"

"It was what he wanted. That was my reason at first. However" Ore's eyes twinkle and the corners of his entirely cosmetic mouth turn up. "It appears that he misunderstood the analogy. When ore is added to a crucible, you add to it. It changes."

"If one is to be a god, then it was fitting to learn questions of faith. What defines godhood over a simply powerful mortal? What is faith? Does this body" Ore motions down "have a soul? On the latter, I decided " yes"".

"And with the question answered, I found a desire to create" Ore pats Boy on the head "and to transcend. This form cannot reproduce. But I wish for this soul to surpass the materials of my body. And that reason is enough to continue the path my creator initially set me on "

[Thaddeus]

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"Actually a puppet is exactly what I am thinking. I 'spose I was too general when speaking of a guardian.

The same way that a decorative, not living, gargoyle is a guardian. A clockwork creature set to pace the court, a few simple movements. Or as I alluded to, I'm sure a laborer could be trained to handle the mechanisms.

Actually, my first thought upon seeing your invention was to make a set of beasts that could be used in various plays and performances. If the size is prohibitive, they could be made smaller and manipulated by other means."

With this, he uses a casting of Mage Hand to lift a morsel from a nearby table and offers it to Dare, "Cockatrice kebab? Now we have our share of marionettes, both with and without string. What captures my interest is how you've captured the movement of nature... it is a thing of beauty to be sure."

[Dare Shah]

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"A good illusion always looks grander than reality. Drop my lion in the savanna, on uneven ground, and it'll trip over never to rise again after a few steps.

In general, it's a sculpture made of sand rather than marble: Beautiful yet brittle. The mechanisms are too fragile to bear the effort required of them for more than a few hours. Before the next dawn, my lion won't be able to walk on its own anymore. There's a reason the place you're most likely to find that kind of puppet the day after a pageant is a garbage dump.

Not to say building something more robust is impossible. But I hope you're not on a tight budget. Basically, you need to pay for an actual brick wall where before there was only painted cardboard."

[Illiam'iira]

"And with the question answered, I found a desire to create" Ore pats Boy on the head "and to transcend. This form cannot reproduce. But I wish for this soul to surpass the materials of my body. And that reason is enough to continue the path my creator initially set me on "

"Of course you have a soul," She blurts out without thinking. Again Illia finds herself looking to Boy with a smile. "So you're an artist?" Glancing back up at Ore, her eyes are now their usual softness, Illiam'iira just Illiam. "You know, you don't have to become a god to do that. But, it's your life, and your happiness, and the world could always use another god, if they're kind." She truly hopes he'd be a kind god.