[In his experience thusfar, Claude's Horizon seemed one of the better ones to accidentally find himself in. The architecture was fascinating and in his mind begged exploring, the general feel of the area- the sun on his back and the slight breeze in the air - was nothing short of invigorating, and the fact that it came with tea and (clearly) charming company? All the better. He leans down a little more, no doubt debating the logistics of picking up a teacup with thumb and forefinger (what an amusing thought!) yet he does pause at the question.]
...In a fashion. This form is quite different to the one I was urged into when summoned. The Singularity, as we know, cannot be altered by the mages that brought us here- much less their magick, so their gift of my old body, inside the Singularity anyway, is moot.
[He appears whimsical, almost, yet there is an undercurrent to his words. One that would almost seem regretful.]
...This form is reminiscent of one I had been fashioned into upon my world... after I elected to leave my body. I can only speculate, yet I think it is the form I take here because it is quite a simple thing to manifest... and really. I've never been good at things of this sort. It would stand to sense my control over how I am, sans the help of Solvunn's mages, is lacking.
[And simple it is. He is more cowl than anything- yet even that is without detail. Mostly a dark shape more than any article of clothing.
A rueful smile, or again, the vague feeling of one, as his head does not seem to have a face underneath his mask, would follow. Yet! He tilts his head. And while he has no expression to speak of, Claude may feel a sense of playfulness emanating from the figure.]
How fortunate for me that I find the master of this domain at tea. If he would be willing to help, all he would need to know is that he would just have to give permission, and I would change into exactly how I would appear outside of the Singularity with little incident.
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[In his experience thusfar, Claude's Horizon seemed one of the better ones to accidentally find himself in. The architecture was fascinating and in his mind begged exploring, the general feel of the area- the sun on his back and the slight breeze in the air - was nothing short of invigorating, and the fact that it came with tea and (clearly) charming company? All the better. He leans down a little more, no doubt debating the logistics of picking up a teacup with thumb and forefinger (what an amusing thought!) yet he does pause at the question.]
...In a fashion. This form is quite different to the one I was urged into when summoned. The Singularity, as we know, cannot be altered by the mages that brought us here- much less their magick, so their gift of my old body, inside the Singularity anyway, is moot.
[He appears whimsical, almost, yet there is an undercurrent to his words. One that would almost seem regretful.]
...This form is reminiscent of one I had been fashioned into upon my world... after I elected to leave my body. I can only speculate, yet I think it is the form I take here because it is quite a simple thing to manifest... and really. I've never been good at things of this sort. It would stand to sense my control over how I am, sans the help of Solvunn's mages, is lacking.
[And simple it is. He is more cowl than anything- yet even that is without detail. Mostly a dark shape more than any article of clothing.
A rueful smile, or again, the vague feeling of one, as his head does not seem to have a face underneath his mask, would follow. Yet! He tilts his head. And while he has no expression to speak of, Claude may feel a sense of playfulness emanating from the figure.]
How fortunate for me that I find the master of this domain at tea. If he would be willing to help, all he would need to know is that he would just have to give permission, and I would change into exactly how I would appear outside of the Singularity with little incident.