Constance: Learning about Phoenixes

[22:54] Godfrey would consider the matter in earnest, mulling over both queries in detail to the best of his ability.

"I have omitted the truth countless times. I find it is easier to allow organics to draw their own conclusions."

The timeless synthetic had used such principles before to his boon; not telling the whole truth was how you managed to remain lawful while being evil.

"As for that inquiry, little one....it depends. My intellect is driven by an advanced crystalline array, and I was created to rapidly learn from the point of my activation. It has been twenty seven years since I first awoke..."

He'd tap his chin softly at that.

"And in that time, I have absorbed countless tomes into my databanks, for my memory is perfect and possesses quite a bit of potential for storage capabilities."

He'd project a holographic image for the young girl, displaying what appeared to be countless files organized in a vast see of texts with their recorded script and knowledge.

"To date within my mind, I possess a tome on the soul and its binding, notes on the uploading of one's consciousness to a body of amalgamated flesh and machinery, three separate engineering treatises from different sources on synthetics, four tomes on the art of riftmancy and spatial manipulation, three tomes on wayfinding and the usage of the lifestream for travel, a tome on the creation of accursed with the Illaronic lexicon, a dissertation by Aerilon Tsuchai on the spirits of the natural world and the communion with plants and Dryads of Gehenna, the ancient schematics of the original Dune Forge, full annotated schematics of the Phoenix Chamber of Achyon…."

Godfrey would pause, the place where a human would usually take a breathe at speaking so much, before continuing.

"A tome on the aenic runes of the void, a tome on black stars and the legend of Eudocia Mimes, an Osronan golem command slate with said golem, ancient plans for demonslaying weapons, a scroll detailing the history of the High Priests of Astana, the Sanguis Eternum; codex of Vampires, the Grimorium Verum and its clear instructions on the most effective forms of sacrifice, a journal detailing the resting places of the vassals of Ymir, the primordial of ice, notes on human experimentation protocol, a black scroll with unique insights on space time theory, research on making drugs more addictive..."

He'd count a few more fingers out.

"A treatise on the creation of the Styx plague of Valmasia, the recipe to Sylvannum, the recipe to the potion of youth; irrelevant for a machine, and...."

He'd pause for a moment.

"The Codex Cosmos in its complete form. All such documents are stored within my mind, capable of reflection when required. I would not say I'm more intelligent than everyone here combined, for intelligence comes in many forms. But I am certainly the most knowledgable person here by far."

He'd bob his head at that with a sigh. It was a lot to recite.

"If you've interest in such, I am always willing to teach the young and ambitious."
(Godfrey)
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[23:01] Ah. Yes. The soft glimmer in the eyes of Constance would likely be far too enamored to be hidden. Prospective knowledge, information, likely far too advanced or nuanced for her to even understand the very basics of.

In one fell swoop, her attention had been caught.

And yet, only one in-particular seems to blow across her perspective countenance with added intent. One word rose above the rest.

"Phoenix?" She asks, almost ignorant to the remainder of the title, deeply focused upon the singular statement rather than it as a whole.

Her voice meeks like the sun at the break of dawn, just barely keeping from its vivid audibility.

From her pockets, she pulls free an item. An aspect of the Arcana Trading Card game which depicts a valiant bird pulling upon a chariot. Such were titled: Imbrix The Phoenix Emperor.

"Kinda like the one in this card?" She asks, almost bore with stronger intent now.
(Constance)
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[23:02] Well, it was expected. Telling half-truths isn't lying, technically - despite how related they are.

The words that followed the second query, though was what REALLY gripped Cheren. So much knowledge about so many things - even if she doesn't care for most of it as of current, she can't deny... that's genuinely impressive.

One thing did strike her as... more interesting than the rest, however.

"The... Styx plague.
I may have to get back to you on that."
(Cheren)
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[23:20] Godfrey would offer a smile to the pair, the timeless synthetic always happy to educate when it came to subjects of interest. Though he was only the ripe age of twenty seven, his kind innately deteriorated over time without intervention. Even if he was determined to succeed in his aims and reverse the wear of entropy on his chassis, he could not do it alone.

Knowledge was not meant to be locked away. It was meant to be shared with visions to the next generation, that it might bare fruit with them if not one's own efforts.

"Exactly like that card. Imbrix the Phoenix Emperor, the general of the primordials. He was fabled to have imbued his warriors with a fiery passion and zeal that made them veritable super soldiers, practically giving them new life through rebirth in the bosom of flame."

He'd nod sagely at that.

"In a similar vein, the great minds of Achyon, like Marcel Delise and Amelia Aertas; who's very gloves I bareupon my mechanical digits, strove to create a chamber that could contain a source of near infinite energy of a sun and use it as a channel; whether it be to power a city, or create a super soldier worthy of carrying the banner of progress."

He'd nod slowly at that.

"The innovators of that age rivaled the transformative potential of a phoenix' flames; I was lucky to have been able to retrieve the schematics from the reactor before it irradiated me to pieces."

The Godfrey with emotions from radiation damage arc was not his finest moment.

"They conquered Ifraheim to acquire the power of the sun. The black legion will march upon the realm of death in echo of this past ambition, claiming the head of the forgotten prince and seizing the primordial power of death to serve as the core of a new phoenix chamber. One with power over life and death itself; a true successor in every meaning of the word."

He'd then nod to Cheren at that.

"Plagues aren't my expertise, but the information will as always be there."
(Godfrey)
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[23:23] Godfrey says, "It is for the greater good Jexter."
[23:23] Asma asks, "Why doesn't he have his money?"
[23:23] Godfrey says, "He had to pay twenty thousand coin to return to neutral relations."
[23:23] Godfrey was as lawful evil as they came.
(Godfrey)
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[23:35] Exactly. Like. That. Card.

Suffice to say, was this item in her hand... no mere piece of fiction; was it?

"Wait, so this isn't something that the manufacturers made up?" She asks, almost interrogative by the very prospect that... could phoenixes actually exist? "They're, like, real?"

A primordial that had posed to rule over phoenix-kind.

Out of fear of alt interaction, Constance ignores the aspects that revolve around the information of the Core itself, seemingly more focused upon the creature that lorded over its creation.

"I always thought they were like myths, aha." There is a distant stare, almost foreign. Were that a smidgen of genuine elation? Hard to tell. "Do you know more about that? The uh, the Imbrix guy. He sounds really cool."

"Maybe I can use info from it to write my tabletop roleplaying game character better..."
(Constance)
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[23:48] Godfrey would blink steadily, pausing for a moment before he recalled he was speaking to a youth, not a grown adult. Clicking his false teeth together with a light chuckle, he'd shake his head briefly before nodding affirmatively to the young woman.

"Indeed, all of your cards draw from history and reality; in a sense they represent something powerful, and therefore possess power too in the right hands."

The synthetic imagined cards being able to summon monsters in combat, a haunting thought. Such utility in summoning, a card could easily fit in a wallet.

Or deck.

"I know that the Osronans fought Imbrix's Host once, and that in the years past he had sought contenders in his warrior's court through the use of magical rings. I could not tell you their bearers now, but for the history of one. Lord Yellowjacket the fallen fae bore one, and there were others that existed. These rings were powerful in of themselves, baring a connection to the primordial of war."

He'd click his false teeth together lightly at that.

"I know about most of the primordials, though only Ymir, king of Winter, do I have any sort of trail to pursue on. Well, besides Achlys, but that's obvious at this point."
(Godfrey)
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[00:02] An aspect of history, clouded to cling dearly upon her array of playing cards. In full honesty, such had wrought harbored ideas that swathe in added glory.

Her fingers run across the non-holographic card (sadly she were not lucky enough to draw one), the hopeful glow almost misplaced in the often lifeless expressions that had plastered across the lass's features.

"Rings..." The very thought had her stow the card away, now opting to caress her ring finger at the mention of the accessory's existence. "Huh... I didn't know they were around, let alone show up in Esshar of all places..."

She hinders her thoughts, the reeling existence alone were enough to pit a sense of direction within her. Not that the weak and vulnerable young teen had any say in doing anything obtusely dangerous, yet there had been inspiration.

"Is the Inbrix guy the only place with Phoenixes?" She asks, now falling to the subject of the creature as that of the Primordial is surpassed. "Or are there more? Are they like... normal birds? Like, they live in trees, lay eggs, poo on the capitalist society's workers, that stuff?"
(Constance)
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[00:19] Godfrey would nod grimly, his ocular nodes turning towards the distant sky as he perceived the darkness between the stars. Those rings had wrought nothing but trouble from his memory, limited that it was from brief discussion.

"Indeed, it is likely at least one of them remains here. The last known bearer would be Marie pyr Docro, the traitor of this city. Perhaps she could be convinced to offer more on the subject than words."

He'd nod sagely again at that.

"As I understand, they are his kin, for he is their king. They are veritable manifestations of divine energy, as enigmatic as they are all powerful. Phoenixes are a breed all their own."

Godfrey would return his attention to the young woman with a light chuckle.

"They are infinite energy made manifest, they live in a constant state of motion even at stop, their eggs are said to possess the power of the sun itself contained within a luminous shell, and I believe as they require no energy, they do not need to ever defecate on capitalists. They are enigmatic wanderers, a rare breed so few and sparse that it is unlikely they are ever under the same sky."

The synthetic would ponder.

"I expect with their unique perspective, they could be anywhere that catches their attention. To truly consider where they might be, one must think from the mind of a phoenix themselves. Immortal, ever regenerating, ever burning."

(Godfrey)
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[00:30] That name. Her reputation. By no means would have any sane individual haphazardly suggested a meeting with one whom had taken lives... for as simple as a small nugget of information.

Surely, that would be a dumb idea to pursue, right?

"Duly noted, aha," she hums, a mental note taken yet the clear cautious riddled upon her features ring true.

Regardless, the onslaught of information cascades forth. The increasing convoluted nature of the very being of what made a Phoenix a Phoenix grew more with her understanding. Like a painting would the colors provide further viewship upon the wider picture.

"Sheesh, I guess they're sorta a lot of things, aha." Immortal, passionate, curious. By the very descriptors alone had it been obvious that one would not haphazardly see a creature of such make for no simple reason.

And thus, her final query imposed. She had learned more about Phoenixes than her Shengese comic books could have ever taught her, yet one thought lasts. "Have you ever seen one yourself, mister?"
(Constance)
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[00:37] Godfrey would tap his chin quizzically as he glanced down at the young girl, the timeless machine mulling upon the matter himself with a sense of contemplation. He'd heard legends of such, even logs with Nidaz on the use of a phoenix egg to make a blade. But to see one himself...

"I've always wanted to, little one, but duty has always kept me bound. You are young and free; if anyone can catch such a mythical creature's attention, it is you."

A low hum.

"Most people are just an accumulation of adjectives wound around and complicated by interlocal ties, phoenixes are not unlike organics in that regard."

Children had their own sort of magic, it was a haunting gravity.

"Any accounts I've heard imply it is almost impossible to get a clear sight without incredibly potent glasses or goggles, for its brightness and majesty is said to almost blind those that bare upon its visage first hand."
(Godfrey)
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[00:44] "Huh."

Her head tilts to the side. The imposed potential that is continuously imposed upon her. Until now, there is an essence of detestation upon the prospective point.

Softly does polite sarcasm flee from her monotonous voice, "Aha, yeah. Maybe I'll see one eventually." Unsure in her clamor, yet clearly were it vivid that there were a hesitant voice that yielded not to an agreeing accord to the expectations upon her.

Her one glance upon her arms were enough to almost persuade her in this thinking.

"Either way, this was a lot of help mister." She must remind herself that even part her delusions, this was all nothing more than a far cry of a hopeless dream.

Something not meant for the likes of her. "I think I learned more about these things than reading a game's source book, aha."

She glances about, pensively looking forward. Newfound information wrought, yet most not for her own usage.
(Constance)
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[00:57] Godfrey would chuckle softly as his ocular nodes briefly scanned Constance, gauging swiftly that he was imposing perhaps a bit too much pressure upon a child. Such creatures were incredibly dangerous, perhaps too much so for youths to pursue in earnest.

Possibly.

"There is no pressure, enjoy the freedom of youth and the lack of restraint it bares. Your games are all that you need to worry about at the present, little one."

He'd nod again with certainty at that, bowing his head.

"It is my pleasure. If I cannot help educate the next generation of Esshar, I've failed as a machine. Knowledge was not meant for hoarding, it exists to be shared and passed down."

He'd chuckle softly at that, a robotic warble.

"There is much to learn in the world, it all depends on your passion."
(Godfrey)