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@hamartano
𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐎 (v.) to fail —- or perhaps, more than that, to have tried and tried and tried. and isn't that the tragic part? he tried, he tried, he tried, and that was not enough.
ꜱɪᴍᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴠᴇʀɢᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀ, ꜱᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ʟᴜᴍɪᴇʀᴇ. by percival. affiliated with —- @isolaradiale.
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like this for a starter capped at 3 :)
@sonsolarpunk ⎛ event s.c. ⎠
the last time simon had been in this specific lecture hall, he was often called on to recite poetry in front of his peers. gentle and soulful, he remembered thinking that maybe he should take a chance and try out for one of the school's plays. he hadn't- but it was a nice thought. he had a different professor, an older gentleman with a similarly gentle demeanor.
the professor sitting at the front of the lecture hall ⎛ perhaps waiting for students to arrive, or perhaps lost in thoughts ⎠ was younger. a fresh face, perhaps even younger than simon. it wouldn't be out of the question, would it, as he'd heard many former students had taken positions as faculty.
a part of him wants to ask if he would be able to sit in, even though he's pretty sure that wouldn't fly. a part of him wants to just relive the quiet days where he was a student- nostalgia was not so uncommon. ❝ i don't think we've met before, ❞ he begins with, nervously shifting his stance- ❝ there was a different professor who taught in this hall when i was a student. ❞ simon had graduated when he was twenty five, finishing a master's degree right after earning a bachelor's. two years after, he had enlisted in the armed forces, and now? at thirty seven- he shouldn't have been so surprised to see new faculty.
❝ my name is simon. i ... haven't interrupted you too much, i hope- ❞
@merylderringer ⎛ event s.c ⎠
it was interesting, being back on campus. simon had aspired to be a writer- a creative mind as a student, but ultimately it seemed he had a different path. always the hero, of course he went to serve and protect- and he would never regret it. still, it was a nice change of pace to be somewhere familiar; full of happier memories. of a time where he wasn't always looking over his shoulder.
he had come to visit verso. the younger artist had spent hours complaining about his demanding mother, but ultimately had been just as happy to see simon. and then, simon had decided to wander while verso went back to finishing a painting.
not much had changed about the campus aside from new students. the one who came over to him was certainly a new face. of course, since he'd been away for a fair number of years. from the looks of it, she was likely a journalist. approaching with a pad of paper and a pen and a smile.
❝ here to interview people on campus? ❞ he offers a small smile, fondly remembering seeing other students do projects just like this. he'd taken a journalism course once, too- ❝ i'm a visiting alumni, but there might be something i can offer. assuming that is what you are here for. ❞
like this for an event starter with simon who is visiting a friend and also just enjoying the nostalgia of being on campus again. capped at 2 for now
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OFIUCO UNIVERSITY — THE HOMECOMING
simon is a graduate of ofiuco university. he majored in creative writing, but after graduation, decided to join the military. now, he's back to visit a friend- he's got ties to the dessendre family, after all, and verso is still studying!
a calm and patient individual, he's the classic gentle giant. he's glad to be back on campus even if it's only for a short while. a welcome respite! of course, hearing from verso about what's been happening is rather concerning. things have changed a lot from when he was enrolled... and not all of it is good.
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so i know there are like. painter simon aus but what about Writer simon aus but a little to the left? that's what this is.
it's literally like he's here to be less stressed, but this is going to stress him out. also he's staying with verso in verso's dorm because they're friends ⎛ simon may or may not be dating verso's older sister, clea. it's complicated ⎠
yeah he's missing an arm. he has a cool prosthetic, but he doesn't always wear it.
finally, no ego death? love this for him.
"Huge."
He says it stupidly, like the wind and all intelligent thought dropped out of him at the same moment. It had: Reuben still isn't used to some the sizes on people in this place. He's considered tall enough himself, but good lords below, this man certainly has him beat.
"Sorry! I'm so sorry. I was just...impressed, by your stature..."
He's going red as a beet faster than a hummingbird can flap, making a face like he wants the ground to pop right open and eat him up and never let him back out. Probably startled the poor man as much as he'd been startled himself.
@hamartano
this is not the first time simon's height has been the first thing someone has noticed about him. among the people of lumiere, he stood out as an anomaly. where the fashionable ideal was to be lithe and elegant, simon had been large and awkward, and no one believed that he had such ties to the wealthy dessendre family. certainly they didn't believe that he was close with the eldest daughter, clea.
short hair was the usual style for the men of lumiere, and many of them sported mustaches and beards, well kept. simon kept clean shaven and had once kept his long hair tied back or braided. rough faced, he was far from what anyone would have called handsome- at least not fashionably so, but before any of this was noted, it was always his height.
the young man facing him has the fair face of someone who belonged to a wealthy family, but there's something about him that tells simon that even if he came from wealthy origins, it was not quite how he lived now. he's pale, almost in a sickly sort of way ⎛ anemia, perhaps ⎠ , but that pallor made the spreading color across his face even more obvious. ❝ ... you are not the first to mention it, ❞ he's equally as awkward, tense, because he certainly wasn't expecting this sort of abrupt interaction ⎛ but it wasn't the young man's fault. simon was no longer trapped in the abyss. he did not need to always look over his shoulder for danger. he needed to remind himself often that this ... this place was not a battlefield. ⎠
❝ i am used to it now, no need to apologize. there are many other things that you could've said that would be more alarming. ❞
here's an event starter call capped at uh. 3. if you want to deal with a guy going through ego death for a 3rd time.
ROOTED — WHEN DOES THE HERO CRUMBLE?
alternatively, ego death #3 for simon.
trapped in a place just as lonely as the abyss, simon wanders with nothing but the ghosts of his past to keep him company- and an ache in his chest that lets him know that something is missing. but is it a part of him, or is it something that was painted over him? he wonders if someone is still painting now. there's an emptiness in the shape of the person he could have been- or maybe he once was. the missing piece is a part of him, but he thinks that he could fill that void with memories of clea, and the oath that he promised not to break. maybe this time, no matter what it takes.
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simon is havng a bad time to no one's surprise- the piece that broke away is the person he was before he was painted over. the noble guardian of the dessendre family. a man who hoped to find answers with expedition zero. but due to the warden being Like That, he's also ready to throw hands with literally anyone.
aren't you glad he doesn't actually have the giant sword and every other broken ability he could have? but he can punch really hard.
it's going to be a bad time all around, i don't know what else to say about the whole ordeal but uHHHH!
the simon of the past thinks he's doing all of this for clea, because of course he does. honestly, the simon of the present might also think that. we can never be sure.
wait is the warden going to gaslight simon like real clea gaslit him goddamn. is this where the event is going for him ....
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send one ( or more ) in to learn all about…
scars: how many scars does my muse have? where are they located on my muse’s body? how did they get them? what do they look like?
sleep: how many hours a night does my muse sleep? do they take naps? how restful is their sleep? do they experience nightmare? if so, how often?
meals: how many meals does my muse eat a day? what do they generally consist of?
routine: does my muse have a consistent routine in their lives? do they find it difficult to stick to a routine?
chronic: does my muse have any chronic health conditions / illnesses? how do these affect them from day-to-day?
doctor: how often does my muse visit the doctor? do they tend to go routinely, or only when something is wrong?
relaxation: what does my muse do to relax? do they find it easy to carve out time to relax?
aches: does my muse have any frequent aches? ie, muscle aches, joint aches? how do these affect them from day-to-day?
stress: does my muse handle stress well? what is a surefire sign for others to tell that they’ve become stressed? how does stress affect them mentally / physically?
mind: does my muse have any mental conditions that affect their lives? what are they? how do they handle them? what coping methods do they use most?
This event is a sequel to KNOW YOURSELF! We recommend reading the event post and the conclusion if you were not in the group at the time.
I know we're all fiending for Clea and Writers DLC but if im honest? Give me a Simon DLC.
Let me play as a single-man army cleaving through Nevrons desperately looking for my girl. Let me walk myself into the arms of the Paintress wearing her face. Let me be manipulated, repainted, repurposed. Let me fight and defeat the Hauler. Let me find Aline, only to be told the truth. Let me descend into the Abyss with the existential horror of my existence and the truth that my Clea is gone (she wasn't even real, I'M not real, none of this is real), and so my only purpose left is to destroy the ones responsible or die trying. Let me play as (one of) the most powerful creations in this Canvas, only for my story end in defeat, despair, and madness, with nothing but echoes of her voice (it's not her, not her, not my Clea) as distant, decadent memory.
to do list: metas, because god knows i'm that type. maybe less lazy graphics? ART, because i played e33 on my partner's ps5 and didnt take screencaps on photo mode where the lighting is BETTER.
in other news the night i repurposed this blog, i also beat divergent simon on ng+ with perfect parrying and that felt real good.
@stungunmillie ⎛ s.c ⎠
it is bright here, under the shining lights of a place named 'golden'- and it is unfamiliar. the streets are full of life, of people laughing without a care in the world. there is the ocean-front and there is nothing but the endless seas beyond it. there is no monolith, no weeping goddess with her ichor-ink spilled as a doomsday clock. it is peaceful, and simon has long forgotten what that feels like.
it is one thing of many that has been lost. time had been meaningless in the abyss; lonely darkness had become his closest friend, and between his fever-dreams of his red-haired, immaculate clea, he dreamed of freedom and death. he had forgotten what it was like to live. tragedy held to him like a second skin- second life ⎛ a messily painted thing ⎠and as he stands and watches the waves and the fading eclipse, he feels like he's drowning.
he has never felt like this before. he knows what it feels like to break, to despair. he knows what it feels like to die and to be unmade and then made again, but never once has he felt like drowning.
what sort of person felt like this in the face of the sunset? ⎛ one who has forgotten how to live. a warrior who has known only the battlefield for so long- and the endless, inky void- ⎠
the more he thinks of it, the more he realizes that it is not so much the feeling of drowning, but the feeling of being painted over. and that, that is something that he was hoping to forget. he has nothing but the clothes on his back ⎛ the old expeditioner uniform, the golden cloth wrapped around the stump of his missing arm with the stylized 00- expedition zero, the search and rescue that found no one and lost everyone- ⎠ - his greatsword is nowhere to be found, and he feels ... drained. but not of life.
of life, he is rather full.
there's a young woman approaching him, a warm smile on her face, as if she had come to welcome him. that's likely what she was coming to do, and yet ... he's tense. he is living, and that in itself is too good to be true. he runs through thousands of scenarios in his head ⎛ a skilled warrior was prepared for every possibility- and hadn't he been? ready for all but one. the one that happened ⎠- he has spent so long looking over his shoulder, never resting due to the dangers of the continent and his single-minded goal. really, he half expects her to transform into a nevron. the wooden sword he was given was truly a poor substitute, but ...
he breathes. he watches her approach. she does not turn into a nevron. she is simply a person, it seems, and that? that is the one scenario he's so painfully unprepared for.
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oh the e33 brainrot is real, here's a starter call, uncapped for now, and i can't say castmates exempt because i AM my only castmate as of right now ...
on the reserve that i actually didn't need, here's simon from clair obscur expedition 33. his app is under /app and stats are under /stats :)
Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Simon!
You’ll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 211.
You’ll retain your enhanced strength, though only enough to barely lift a car. You'll also receive a wooden sword.
Enjoy your stay!
– ⋆ taygeta.
