[While Simon thumbs the controller awkwardly, sifting through a variety of options, he eventually pauses when he discovers an avatar that does resemble him. In fact, the details are eerily similar. The clothes are different- Plaid button down shirt, straw hat, a pair of cartoonish black cowboy boots and dark denim jeans, but the blond long blond hair tucked into a ponytail, skintone, and even facial features are uncannily familiar.
So much so that it makes Simon uncomfortable.]
Wow.
This one's, uh...
[He stares blankly at the screen, at a loss for words, eyes wide open as he grits his teeth, almost as though he's remembering the kind of memory he had desperately tried to forget.]
[ Chihiro does deflate for a moment, only because he was hoping that Simon would have some cool character already built up or something. Or maybe he just feels like he's the only one who's super interested now. But it's not enough to deter him from anything or make him feel too bad.
Especially when Simon finds a literal digital version of himself.
Chihiro designed his first AI to look just like him, so he probably doesn't find it creepy..alkwjejf ]
Ah! It really does look like you.
[ Well he thinks it's probably because Simon is a cool white guy ... help. ]
But if you'd rather be totally different, you should definitely pick a new one!
It's so inexplicably bizarre. To have something done unto him as he's done unto so many others, even Grace. Simon loves his creepy little miniatures so goddamn much, but those accursed figurines have been crafted by his hands, unlike whatever this is. A man made in his image, but virtual, as though someone somewhere downloaded his visage directly from the real world into a digital one.
If Chihiro wasn't here to snap him out of his paranoid headspace, he might not have managed.]
...Well.
What would you recommend?
[Simon instantly regrets asking the question. Of course Chihiro would, Simon would. Why would anybody deny themselves the opportunity to improve?
To be stronger, taller, faster, smarter... More broad-chested and better looking.
Unfortunately, the idea of being kinder or more considerate doesn't ever cross Simon's mind.]
[ It might be for the best not to let Simon know just yet that Chihiro is entirely capable of being the person to recreate a person digitally. He didn't do this of course, but he very much wields that power.
He blinks at the question instead. ]
Eh? Well I think Simon-kun looks cool the way he is...
[ He fidgets shyly. ]
As for me, I think I'd pick someone taller a-and stronger. Someone ... with a lot of muscles! That way he can protect all his friends.
Simon may be far from home, but no matter where in the multiverse he goes, he will always remain a selfish little brat, pursuing "change" only when it serves him. Physical conditioning, tactical warfare, and most recently, enhancing his new abilities. His heart, cold as ever, has been submerged in ice for years and years and years, only thawing when he hurts and when he thinks of her, never once defrosting in service for the sake of anyone else.
Until today.
It's not as though the fair-haired fright of a teenager registered this as a date, far from it, as his memories of anything vaguely similar are fractured into tiny shards. The wounds, punctured by those very bits of broken glass are still present, open and and unruly, and yet, like a warrior should, Simon ignores them. But he is no longer a mere, fleshy mortal. The glow from within his chest is even more of a blessing than the number that was once on his hand. If anything, for this? Numbers were simply preparation.
He's a god now. And gods can take what they want.]
Cool?
You r-really think I'm-
[On the outside, Simon would curse and deny any opportunity to better himself. But on the inside, he knows he is anything but. And so, he chooses to cast his paranoia aside in favor of this new era, this new opportunity. Grace, of all people, she would understand-]
...Fine?
Just.
The way I am.
[She, his best friend, would be happy for him. Why, if he could go back for her, he would! Then they could be gods together. But she isn't here now, and the last word Grace would ever use to describe him would be that.
Cool.
Without so much as a second thought, Simon leans in for a kiss. He doesn't have the faintest idea what he's doing, but thankfully, that furry mouth of his is closed.]
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Date: 2021-06-26 02:28 am (UTC)So much so that it makes Simon uncomfortable.]
Wow.
This one's, uh...
[He stares blankly at the screen, at a loss for words, eyes wide open as he grits his teeth, almost as though he's remembering the kind of memory he had desperately tried to forget.]
Practically a spittin' image.
WOW THIS IS SO OLD WTF
Date: 2021-10-07 04:25 am (UTC)[ Chihiro does deflate for a moment, only because he was hoping that Simon would have some cool character already built up or something. Or maybe he just feels like he's the only one who's super interested now. But it's not enough to deter him from anything or make him feel too bad.
Especially when Simon finds a literal digital version of himself.
Chihiro designed his first AI to look just like him, so he probably doesn't find it creepy..alkwjejf ]
Ah! It really does look like you.
[ Well he thinks it's probably because Simon is a cool white guy ... help. ]
But if you'd rather be totally different, you should definitely pick a new one!
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Date: 2021-12-22 06:57 am (UTC)It's so inexplicably bizarre. To have something done unto him as he's done unto so many others, even Grace. Simon loves his creepy little miniatures so goddamn much, but those accursed figurines have been crafted by his hands, unlike whatever this is. A man made in his image, but virtual, as though someone somewhere downloaded his visage directly from the real world into a digital one.
If Chihiro wasn't here to snap him out of his paranoid headspace, he might not have managed.]
...Well.
What would you recommend?
[Simon instantly regrets asking the question. Of course Chihiro would, Simon would. Why would anybody deny themselves the opportunity to improve?
To be stronger, taller, faster, smarter... More broad-chested and better looking.
Unfortunately, the idea of being kinder or more considerate doesn't ever cross Simon's mind.]
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Date: 2022-01-03 09:43 pm (UTC)He blinks at the question instead. ]
Eh? Well I think Simon-kun looks cool the way he is...
[ He fidgets shyly. ]
As for me, I think I'd pick someone taller a-and stronger. Someone ... with a lot of muscles! That way he can protect all his friends.
[ Chihiro isn't this a farming simulator. ]
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Date: 2022-01-04 05:05 am (UTC)Simon may be far from home, but no matter where in the multiverse he goes, he will always remain a selfish little brat, pursuing "change" only when it serves him. Physical conditioning, tactical warfare, and most recently, enhancing his new abilities. His heart, cold as ever, has been submerged in ice for years and years and years, only thawing when he hurts and when he thinks of her, never once defrosting in service for the sake of anyone else.
Until today.
It's not as though the fair-haired fright of a teenager registered this as a date, far from it, as his memories of anything vaguely similar are fractured into tiny shards. The wounds, punctured by those very bits of broken glass are still present, open and and unruly, and yet, like a warrior should, Simon ignores them. But he is no longer a mere, fleshy mortal. The glow from within his chest is even more of a blessing than the number that was once on his hand. If anything, for this? Numbers were simply preparation.
He's a god now. And gods can take what they want.]
Cool?
You r-really think I'm-
[On the outside, Simon would curse and deny any opportunity to better himself. But on the inside, he knows he is anything but. And so, he chooses to cast his paranoia aside in favor of this new era, this new opportunity. Grace, of all people, she would understand-]
...Fine?
Just.
The way I am.
[She, his best friend, would be happy for him. Why, if he could go back for her, he would! Then they could be gods together. But she isn't here now, and the last word Grace would ever use to describe him would be that.
Cool.
Without so much as a second thought, Simon leans in for a kiss. He doesn't have the faintest idea what he's doing, but thankfully, that furry mouth of his is closed.]