[When Sebastian manifests the pipe, Demeisen takes in the rapid coalescence of it with keen eyes, and then sits back a little and whistles.]
Nice trick.
[He will take the pipe, taking a drag from the original as he lifts the copy with his free hand, turning it delicately with his fingertips. It really does appear to be the same in every single way—though he can’t know for sure, of course. He’s not the ship; he can’t scrutinize it down to the individual atoms to check if it’s really a perfect copy. But to his senses, which surpass those of humans even in his limited state, it is still exact enough to be impressive.
He also notes with interest that Sebastian seems to make the pipe from himself, or from the shadows he casts, and he wonders if his human body was fabricated just the same way. It’s something he can only laugh about, when he finally hears what Sebastian is.]
You would be different, then.
[He’ll hand the extra pipe back, having seen all he wanted to from it, and though the little bubble of merriment is obvious in both his expression and his emotional state, his hand is completely steady.]
Not this, necessarily. [He waves his original pipe at Sebastian’s fake human appearance.] Different civs all have their own ideas of what hell is like; perhaps you’d fit in some of them. But—to return to our earlier topic—you might be interested to know that all real demons where I’m from, in as much as there are such things, exist in sims: virtual hells some of the more perverted civilizations create to send people to after death.
[He laughs again, briefly, then shakes his head.]
Not the same thing, of course. Certainly the demons don’t get out to gambol around in the Real.
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Nice trick.
[He will take the pipe, taking a drag from the original as he lifts the copy with his free hand, turning it delicately with his fingertips. It really does appear to be the same in every single way—though he can’t know for sure, of course. He’s not the ship; he can’t scrutinize it down to the individual atoms to check if it’s really a perfect copy. But to his senses, which surpass those of humans even in his limited state, it is still exact enough to be impressive.
He also notes with interest that Sebastian seems to make the pipe from himself, or from the shadows he casts, and he wonders if his human body was fabricated just the same way. It’s something he can only laugh about, when he finally hears what Sebastian is.]
You would be different, then.
[He’ll hand the extra pipe back, having seen all he wanted to from it, and though the little bubble of merriment is obvious in both his expression and his emotional state, his hand is completely steady.]
Not this, necessarily. [He waves his original pipe at Sebastian’s fake human appearance.] Different civs all have their own ideas of what hell is like; perhaps you’d fit in some of them. But—to return to our earlier topic—you might be interested to know that all real demons where I’m from, in as much as there are such things, exist in sims: virtual hells some of the more perverted civilizations create to send people to after death.
[He laughs again, briefly, then shakes his head.]
Not the same thing, of course. Certainly the demons don’t get out to gambol around in the Real.