Simon

Redeemed convict.

[guardian-simon]

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⋘ connecting ⋙

⋘ initializing camera... ⋙

⋘ starting mic feed... ⋙

A feed starts, coming in similarly to the old video styled calls that earth had. On screen in a man… with fishlike features. Gills on his throat, scales running down one half of his face like the mockery of a normal scar. From the camera angle, you could just slightly see the end of a tail.

In the background were plants of differing types inside planters. A garden. All inside what seemed to be a large glass dome.

“is this fucking thing working- oh. Hello. I’m Simon. I was the… pilot of the sm-13. I- um… I got my freedom, along with a few other things. Currently I run a greenhouse since nobody else around here seems to know how to take care of a fucking plant. I also tag along with any new… submersibles going down into the blood ocean. Not inside of the glorified tin can, obviously. I dunno if anyone will even see this, but… yeah.”

The man runs a clawed and webbed hand through his hair, reaching the other one out before the feed cuts off.

It seems like the feed has a comment section underneath, maybe you should leave something there?

[Mod: normal anons will be treated like YouTube comments. Appearing next to / approaching Simon irl needs to be said and will be treated as such.]

[some ask answers will be voiced by the lovely @iuvenis-vespilla those asks will take longer to be answered.]

[Did I basically make Simon a blogger? Yes. Yes I did.]

[Shipping Simon with other blogs is perfectly fine, so long as it remains sfw. Mod is a minor, don’t be weird.]

[This blog will cover heavy and potentially triggering topics, along with the standard Iron Lung triggers. All posts will be tagged accordingly, but be aware.]

[guardian-simon]

You dont know?

Well. It dosent have a name exactly. But you ate it a lot while in the submersible. Not sure what you ate before then so its a bit of a blend of it all.

The light love making it aswell. Gave you more than you could eat im sure. Always gives to much. Pulling from yourself and feeding it back to you.

*Cerci tilted their head*

You love yourself more than anyone else after all. Just a few things you had left behind here and there. Nothing much.

*not much of an answer but maybe answer enough. Simon had hallucinated before. Memories from his child popping up. How does memories taste? Mixed with the blood that made him who he is now.*

Simon scrubbed his hands over his face, the roughness of his fingerless gloves slightly grounding. Not enough, never enough when it came to Cerci.

There’s a light at the bottom of the ocean-

Memories, then. Liquid memories and Trees know what else. What this would do to him remained to be seen. Probably nothing good.

There’s a light at the bottom of the ocean-

His tail flicked. How was he supposed to even feel about this? It was clear that Cerci had a very loose grasp on anything human, and Simon could only assume they’d come from the blood ocean so had only viewed past divers. Could he even really be upset?

THERES A LIGHT AT THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN-

“I… thank you, Cerci.” Simon settled on, letting his hands fall back down.

[guardian-simon]

Assuming. Are we now? Well. I suppose you are right. Never figured out the whole organ thing humans have going on.

*it tasted sweet. Occasionally a bit chunky in its texture as it easily glides down Simons throat. Its warm. Comforting. Like an old memory.*

It is good to see you eat bug. Not needlessly fighting like the first time we talked. You have already eaten so much of it before I was afraid you had gotten sick of the taste. Glad to see thats not the case.

*there it was again. The wrong smile. Like a misunderstanding of where the muscles in the face was and how they moved. The more Simon ate the more bitter the soup became. Slowly replacing the sweetness of it. He had many bad memories after all. When was the last time he tasted it?*

*cerci just sat there. Starring. Patiently waiting for him to finnish.*

It… it tasted good. It tasted bad. It tasted right and wrong. His head swam a little, chest constricting like he was bordering on panic. Why? Why was this familiar? Why did it hurt?

The spoon clattered a little when it hit the side of the bowl, and Simon gritted his teeth again. Harder. Letting some of the stray liquid pool against his canines.

“Cerci… you… you wanna tell me what this is exactly?” Simon needed to know. He didn’t care that Cerci thought it was his favorite somehow, he needed to know what it was.

[guardian-simon]

If I wanted to get under your skin the metal is much to inconvenient.

*cerci had entered another room. Practically yelling from in there over noises of their "cooking"*

Now bug. If your not gonna eat the treat make sure to keep it away from Lakia. Would be so unfortunate if my favorite dog stopped being herself.

*15 minutes of noise continued. Banging. Cutting. Tearing. Blending?*

*in the end Cerci entered the room once more. Placing down a bowl of red soup that dident smell of blood or anything else Simon knew.*

Dinners ready bug! You are rather rude. I have been here for 20 minutes and you haven't offered me anything to drink. Instead I have cooked for you. Have you never had guests over before bug?

Dosent matter! Eat up. Its your favorite <3

“Would you believe me if I said it’s because I didn’t know if you could drink anything? You’d kinda already a… fluid. Partially.” Simon ran his hand through his hair.

It wasn’t worth the fight bringing up the fact that Cerci had kinda just started cooking of their own volition. Most things weren’t worth fighting Cerci over, at this point. Like arguing with a plant. It wasn’t gonna listen to you no matter how hard you tried.

Simon was now extra worried about that dog treat. Thankfully Laika had decided to go exploring around AT-5 today so she wasn’t tempted by the treat. But still, best to put it somewhere high up later.

With pinched brows, Simon considered the… soup. What could possibly qualify as his “favorite” in Cerci’s eyes he had no clue. He debated the risks of not eating it, before sighing and forcing a spoonful into his mouth.

[guardian-simon]

Bug.

Knowing where your mess is dosent clean it. At least get the dust removed. We dont want Laika to develop an allergy, do we now?

Hmmm... perhaps you need a bit of a push? Get everything dusted off before I am finished cooking or I will force you <3

*cerci looked at Simon with the face almost mirroring his own. Smiling in a way Simon had never done. Or any human for that matter. Faces shouldn't bend like that.*

Having a body is so strange. How do you manage it for so long? At least it is much warmer in here than outside. Otherwise I would have had to crawl under your skun for warmth.

Simon grit his sharp teeth, something like dread curling in his gut. He couldn’t tell if it was because of Cerci’s words or face, but something about it made him feel wrong.

“Alright, I’ll fuckin’ get the dust off shit. Don’t need to do… that. And stay out of my skin, it’s bad enough that you’ve got my old arm.” He swallowed thickly, before turning his head away and getting to work.

It gave Simon time to think. Think about why Cerci asking how he managed to have a body bothered him so much. It got under his skin, tangled in his nerves and pooled behind his eyes.

It probably just reminded him of the Eel. That’s all. Just some leftover shit in his head from Her. No need to look into it further.

[guardian-simon]

Is it that obvious?

Come on bug~ maybe I'm just obsessed with you. Why else go through all this effort to make sure your taking care of yourself.

*cerci walked around the place like a judgemental nitpicking mother. Using Simons lost arm to check for dust.*

So messy. When was the last time you cleaned? Besides the plant their is no order in this mess. Why dont you get this place dusted off while I cook you some dinner?

Do tell if I am being to nice. I try to balance the savior and tormented aspects. A healthy middle last longest.

*they reeked of blood.*

“I think I’m the last person who’d know what too nice is.” Simon sighed, leaning against his desk. Being nice wasn’t something he was versed in, giving or receiving. He dropped the dog treat still in his hand on said desk. Well, the two halves of it.

While the smell of blood made the hair’s on his nape stand on end, it didn’t bother him beyond that. It wasn’t a new scent, staining everything on AT-5.

“And there is an order, everything has its place.” It just wasn’t a… conventional organization system. Simon knew where everything was and that was enough.

[guardian-simon]

You want flags? I have all the flags! Be proud of who you are with the help of colorful flags!

“So the flags are for people? Like… people with the same hair color or something? Dunno why you’d be so proud of that to have a whole month, but whatever.” Simon shrugged. It didn’t affect him, so he didn’t really care what others got up to.

[guardian-simon]

Happy pride month! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Simon blinked, tilting his head to the side a little in confusion.

“Pride in what?”

Were those flags? He didn’t remember any stations with flags so… colorful. They looked nice.

[guardian-simon]

Oh bug~ its wonderful to be seen. Isn't it?

*Cerci form was... something. The blood in the ocean was human, which is probably why their form looked humanoid. Two legs. Two arms. A head and torso. All put together of different pieces of flesh that had been torn off on the C.O.Is mission to the ocean. And what Cerci couldn't find of intact limps was instead put together by metal scraps from the submarines or the blood. The had no eyes. The hair was ever flowing blood holding itself up by some unknown force. And still- maybe the most frightening part was how much they shaped resembled Simon. His arm. Long hair. Height.*

Here you are Laika. Whos a good dog? Yes you are! Yes you are!

Aw dont be jealous bug. I have a treat for you aswell. Its rude to show up empty handed after all. You seemed to love this last time~

*the gave Simon a dog treat. Identical to the one that changed him back to normal before.*

Simon let Cerci in more out of shock than anything, fingers twitching around the dog treat before his grip tightened around it hard enough to crack the thing down the middle.

Look, he’s seen a lot of fucked up things. Plenty of gore and whatnots. He lived next to an ocean full of the stuff for fucks sake! But this? It might take the cake. Tied with the treedamned eel, that’s for sure.

“You-… have you not seen another human besides me before or something?” He finally asked after mostly getting his bearings. Why would anyone choose to look like him?

He wasn’t even gonna touch on the fact that Cerci had his old arm. That was a question for later.

[guardian-simon]

[IM FINALLY TAKING THIS BLOG OFF OF HIATUS AS I NOW HAVE MUCH MORE ENERGY!]

[I will start answering asks tomorrow to give everyone time to submit any. I will answer the oldest first as always but know I’ll get to everybody.]

[I also will reply to any long scale roleplays I was in tomorrow or the following days. If it takes me longer than that (I.e 3-4 days) please tag me in the comments as I may have forgotten about it.]

[guardian-simon]

(Did you recieve the last Cerci ask?)

[I did! It’s very yummy, I’m so excited to answer it once I have time!!]

[guardian-simon]

[I unfortunately have to put this blog on a mini (workweek long) hiatus due to having several finals and last minute school work to do. I won’t close my asks in case anyone wants to send Simon something while I’m away, but know it’ll take a while to be answered.]

[scars-of-the-butcher]

The ceiling shuttered. Small at first, then growing into a steady pulse. It began to crack, a tear leaking red light and bathing the room in it. Everything was still until-

A man(?) came falling through, twisting midair to land on his feet. He stumbled a little, before holding his hands out just in time to catch a dog who fell through the same rift.

"Laika you-… ugh.” He gently scolded the dog in a voice that was painfully familiar, before setting her down and turning, finally seeing Simon.

“Oh! I knew I’d eventually meet another me but-… hi?” He gave an awkward smile with too sharp teeth, waving a clawed and webbed hand. The man’s tail swished.

- @guardian-simon

What in the world? Simon looks up to where the rift was opened. Why did this person sound.. and look a little like him? 'Another me'..

Simon crossed his arms as he scrutinized the man in front of him. And the dog..? "Hi... Am I seeing things now, too?" There was hardly an explanation for what just happened. Great. Just perfect.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

Simon nodded. "Okay, uh-" he hopes it isn't a bad idea. "I'll show you to Captain Ava's office first. If I explain this to her, she will stop anyone from..." Experimenting.

"I'd like to remind you that these people have, uh, never seen anyone like you. So you have to stay very close to me."

...This might actually be nice. He won't be the only person looked at as a monster.

-

@guardian-simon

[guardian-simon]

“Most people haven’t seen anyone like me, so I get it.” Simon deadpanned with an almost bitter laugh. Yeah, he was a freaky fucking fish thing that looks like it should be in an aquarium. Or being biopsied.

Simon followed himself out of the room, sticking close as instructed. His eyes darted around, making a mental layout as they went. Seems like all those quickly learned navigation skills did come in handy.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

They passed long hallways, with walls made of mostly metal. It was a spaceship, after all. Doors were labeled with numbers, or things like 'Medical Center'.

Passing crew members gave them wary looks, if not disgusted or straight up terrified.

And then they arrived at Ava's office. He knocked twice. The Captain was up and opening the door fairly quickly. She stared at them in quiet surprise.

"I've got a visitor," Simon said.

"I can see that..."

[guardian-simon]

Simon kept his expression more neutral now, feeling oddly exposed underneath her gaze. Just because he didn’t talk to his Ava much didn’t mean she stopped being a more intimidating figure.

Just because he was, as some people would describe him, a little shit, he leaned over and stage whispered to other Simon, “Does this prove I’m actually real?”

Yeah, they’d definitely need to figure out differentiating names beyond other, because that was gonna get old and tiring fast.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

Simon elbowed him. "Shut. You know damn well I had good reason to believe otherwise." He couldn't help but smile, though. It wasn't every day someone.. joked with him.

Ava gestured them inside. "Come in, I'll clear my schedule for this." She had an uneasy expression when she looked at the fish features on the other man. "My name is Ava, but you may address me by Captain."

[guardian-simon]

“I know.” Simon stated flatly, clearly not as lighthearted with Ava as he could be with other Simon. He walked inside the office, tail flicking and swishing a he went.

The inside was what he expected out of Ava, so no surprises then. This Ava seemed to be in good standing with her Simon, so he could only hope that meant good things.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

"If your guest has an attitude before I can draft a report," Ava muttered to Simon. There was an obvious unspoken threat.

Ah. "He's fine. He gave me fruits," Simon said back, not bothering to say it as quietly as she had. He sat in his seat, and let the other Simon sit next to him.

Ava sat down as well, moving her keyboard for easy access. "We'll get the obvious questions out of the way first," she said, casting him a curious glance. "How did you get here?"

Well, this wasn't going to be much of a tour... Simon didn't know what he expected, but he had hoped he could just ask for her protection in the ship and they would be fine. Clearly there would be more to it than that.

[guardian-simon]

“A rift, or gateway, or mini wormhole. Whatever you wanna call it.” Simon leaned against the wall, seemed to be a habit of his.

“Look, let’s just get through the basics. Im from another universe, yes other universes are real, I’m Simon, I have a… way of getting to and from places along with other universes. Does that cover everything?” He listened off while counting down with clawed fingers, glancing back at the pair.

He didn’t wanna mention Laika specifically yet, didn’t know if this COI would want to… study her or some shit like that. The risk wasn’t worth it. Thankfully she had seemingly decided to stay in this Simon’s room.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

Ava looked at him with an unamused expression. "Uh-huh.. Simon?" She instead looked at the person she already knew.

"He's telling the truth, I watched him fall into my room." Simon shrugged. He tried to stay calm, but... This might not go as well as he'd hoped.

She typed something down, and then scrutinized the other, before typing more. "No, I have more questions. If you have access to multiversal travel, why did you come here? Our universe is nearing its end."

Shit. She was using the tone. Simon stayed quiet, and looked at the other him.

[guardian-simon]

“I don’t control where I go, nor do I know anything about the place before I enter. Im here for a reason, just gotta figure out what.” Simon shrugged, trying to keep himself from naturally challenging Ava’s tone, before grimacing at the Edenite feel that last sentence had.

“I mean that in a definitive “there is an actual reason” way, not a fate way.” He amended, looking away.

Simon hadn’t been to many universes yet, but it seemed all of them were in the same boat in that regard. The stars were dead. They couldn’t be dead everywhere though, no, he and Laika would find one with stars eventually.

If there could be a light at the bottom of the ocean, a universe out there could have several in the sky.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

Ava nodded, and returned to typing. "Alright. Are there more of you? I need to know before I give you any kind of free reign over the place. If you have a job to do, I'd rather not get in your way, unless it-" She paused, and gave him an eerie look. Something cold, and almost accusatory.

"Are you of Eden?"

Simon whipped his head over to Ava. "Hey-"

"Simon. Please... You can watch him after, I'll even give the order to leave you two alone, but we have to be safe." Her tone shifted to something a little more gentle when speaking to him.

[guardian-simon]

Simon grit his teeth, swallowing down the urge to snap. It would do him no favors having a hissy fit over a fucking question. Still, he was gonna answer the former before the latter.

“No other people, no. Just my… pet, she’s in your Simon’s room.” He answered firmly. Now the latter.

“Depends on what you mean. Im… not a worshipper anymore, if that’s what you’re looking for. Not gonna start taking fucking bodies for soil.” Simon crossed his arms, gills flaring.

Eden had always been a… rough subject. They’d been bad, hurt him and made him hurt others in ways he felt nauseous thinking about, a cult through and through. But it had also been his family, his brothers. The only reason he knows anything about plants is because of Eden.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

Simon fell deathly quiet, no quiet remarks or sudden interjecting. He cast an apologetic look to the person who dealt with assumedly similar to him.

Ava hums. "I understand." More typing filled the quiet, until she pushed the keyboard a little further from her and redirected full attention to the both of them. "Assuming this pet is safe, I'll give the order to treat you as a crew member unless told otherwise. Simon, you're in charge of making sure-" she fumbles on maybe repeating the name. "He stays out of any trouble. And I need another report from you by tomorrow. In private."

Of course she would give him all the responsibility... Well, hopefully the other Simon had good intentions. It seemed to be the case, at least.

[guardian-simon]

“I’ll be on my best behavior, captain.” Simon deadpanned.

A far more snarky response burned red hot against the back of his tongue, but he managed to restrain it. Simon simply lets his other self take the lead.

It made sense to him to do so at least, when he was so far out of his element. Simon was trying very hard to not let it show but this office set every nerve in his body on end.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

The ceiling shuttered. Small at first, then growing into a steady pulse. It began to crack, a tear leaking red light and bathing the room in it. Everything was still until-

A man(?) came falling through, twisting midair to land on his feet. He stumbled a little, before holding his hands out just in time to catch a dog who fell through the same rift.

"Laika you-… ugh.” He gently scolded the dog in a voice that was painfully familiar, before setting her down and turning, finally seeing Simon.

“Oh! I knew I’d eventually meet another me but-… hi?” He gave an awkward smile with too sharp teeth, waving a clawed and webbed hand. The man’s tail swished.

- @guardian-simon

What in the world? Simon looks up to where the rift was opened. Why did this person sound.. and look a little like him? 'Another me'..

Simon crossed his arms as he scrutinized the man in front of him. And the dog..? "Hi... Am I seeing things now, too?" There was hardly an explanation for what just happened. Great. Just perfect.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

Simon nodded. "Okay, uh-" he hopes it isn't a bad idea. "I'll show you to Captain Ava's office first. If I explain this to her, she will stop anyone from..." Experimenting.

"I'd like to remind you that these people have, uh, never seen anyone like you. So you have to stay very close to me."

...This might actually be nice. He won't be the only person looked at as a monster.

-

@guardian-simon

[guardian-simon]

“Most people haven’t seen anyone like me, so I get it.” Simon deadpanned with an almost bitter laugh. Yeah, he was a freaky fucking fish thing that looks like it should be in an aquarium. Or being biopsied.

Simon followed himself out of the room, sticking close as instructed. His eyes darted around, making a mental layout as they went. Seems like all those quickly learned navigation skills did come in handy.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

They passed long hallways, with walls made of mostly metal. It was a spaceship, after all. Doors were labeled with numbers, or things like 'Medical Center'.

Passing crew members gave them wary looks, if not disgusted or straight up terrified.

And then they arrived at Ava's office. He knocked twice. The Captain was up and opening the door fairly quickly. She stared at them in quiet surprise.

"I've got a visitor," Simon said.

"I can see that..."

[guardian-simon]

Simon kept his expression more neutral now, feeling oddly exposed underneath her gaze. Just because he didn’t talk to his Ava much didn’t mean she stopped being a more intimidating figure.

Just because he was, as some people would describe him, a little shit, he leaned over and stage whispered to other Simon, “Does this prove I’m actually real?”

Yeah, they’d definitely need to figure out differentiating names beyond other, because that was gonna get old and tiring fast.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

Simon elbowed him. "Shut. You know damn well I had good reason to believe otherwise." He couldn't help but smile, though. It wasn't every day someone.. joked with him.

Ava gestured them inside. "Come in, I'll clear my schedule for this." She had an uneasy expression when she looked at the fish features on the other man. "My name is Ava, but you may address me by Captain."

[guardian-simon]

“I know.” Simon stated flatly, clearly not as lighthearted with Ava as he could be with other Simon. He walked inside the office, tail flicking and swishing a he went.

The inside was what he expected out of Ava, so no surprises then. This Ava seemed to be in good standing with her Simon, so he could only hope that meant good things.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

"If your guest has an attitude before I can draft a report," Ava muttered to Simon. There was an obvious unspoken threat.

Ah. "He's fine. He gave me fruits," Simon said back, not bothering to say it as quietly as she had. He sat in his seat, and let the other Simon sit next to him.

Ava sat down as well, moving her keyboard for easy access. "We'll get the obvious questions out of the way first," she said, casting him a curious glance. "How did you get here?"

Well, this wasn't going to be much of a tour... Simon didn't know what he expected, but he had hoped he could just ask for her protection in the ship and they would be fine. Clearly there would be more to it than that.

[guardian-simon]

“A rift, or gateway, or mini wormhole. Whatever you wanna call it.” Simon leaned against the wall, seemed to be a habit of his.

“Look, let’s just get through the basics. Im from another universe, yes other universes are real, I’m Simon, I have a… way of getting to and from places along with other universes. Does that cover everything?” He listened off while counting down with clawed fingers, glancing back at the pair.

He didn’t wanna mention Laika specifically yet, didn’t know if this COI would want to… study her or some shit like that. The risk wasn’t worth it. Thankfully she had seemingly decided to stay in this Simon’s room.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

Ava looked at him with an unamused expression. "Uh-huh.. Simon?" She instead looked at the person she already knew.

"He's telling the truth, I watched him fall into my room." Simon shrugged. He tried to stay calm, but... This might not go as well as he'd hoped.

She typed something down, and then scrutinized the other, before typing more. "No, I have more questions. If you have access to multiversal travel, why did you come here? Our universe is nearing its end."

Shit. She was using the tone. Simon stayed quiet, and looked at the other him.

[guardian-simon]

“I don’t control where I go, nor do I know anything about the place before I enter. Im here for a reason, just gotta figure out what.” Simon shrugged, trying to keep himself from naturally challenging Ava’s tone, before grimacing at the Edenite feel that last sentence had.

“I mean that in a definitive “there is an actual reason” way, not a fate way.” He amended, looking away.

Simon hadn’t been to many universes yet, but it seemed all of them were in the same boat in that regard. The stars were dead. They couldn’t be dead everywhere though, no, he and Laika would find one with stars eventually.

If there could be a light at the bottom of the ocean, a universe out there could have several in the sky.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

Ava nodded, and returned to typing. "Alright. Are there more of you? I need to know before I give you any kind of free reign over the place. If you have a job to do, I'd rather not get in your way, unless it-" She paused, and gave him an eerie look. Something cold, and almost accusatory.

"Are you of Eden?"

Simon whipped his head over to Ava. "Hey-"

"Simon. Please... You can watch him after, I'll even give the order to leave you two alone, but we have to be safe." Her tone shifted to something a little more gentle when speaking to him.

[guardian-simon]

Simon grit his teeth, swallowing down the urge to snap. It would do him no favors having a hissy fit over a fucking question. Still, he was gonna answer the former before the latter.

“No other people, no. Just my… pet, she’s in your Simon’s room.” He answered firmly. Now the latter.

“Depends on what you mean. Im… not a worshipper anymore, if that’s what you’re looking for. Not gonna start taking fucking bodies for soil.” Simon crossed his arms, gills flaring.

Eden had always been a… rough subject. They’d been bad, hurt him and made him hurt others in ways he felt nauseous thinking about, a cult through and through. But it had also been his family, his brothers. The only reason he knows anything about plants is because of Eden.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

The ceiling shuttered. Small at first, then growing into a steady pulse. It began to crack, a tear leaking red light and bathing the room in it. Everything was still until-

A man(?) came falling through, twisting midair to land on his feet. He stumbled a little, before holding his hands out just in time to catch a dog who fell through the same rift.

"Laika you-… ugh.” He gently scolded the dog in a voice that was painfully familiar, before setting her down and turning, finally seeing Simon.

“Oh! I knew I’d eventually meet another me but-… hi?” He gave an awkward smile with too sharp teeth, waving a clawed and webbed hand. The man’s tail swished.

- @guardian-simon

What in the world? Simon looks up to where the rift was opened. Why did this person sound.. and look a little like him? 'Another me'..

Simon crossed his arms as he scrutinized the man in front of him. And the dog..? "Hi... Am I seeing things now, too?" There was hardly an explanation for what just happened. Great. Just perfect.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

Simon nodded. "Okay, uh-" he hopes it isn't a bad idea. "I'll show you to Captain Ava's office first. If I explain this to her, she will stop anyone from..." Experimenting.

"I'd like to remind you that these people have, uh, never seen anyone like you. So you have to stay very close to me."

...This might actually be nice. He won't be the only person looked at as a monster.

-

@guardian-simon

[guardian-simon]

“Most people haven’t seen anyone like me, so I get it.” Simon deadpanned with an almost bitter laugh. Yeah, he was a freaky fucking fish thing that looks like it should be in an aquarium. Or being biopsied.

Simon followed himself out of the room, sticking close as instructed. His eyes darted around, making a mental layout as they went. Seems like all those quickly learned navigation skills did come in handy.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

They passed long hallways, with walls made of mostly metal. It was a spaceship, after all. Doors were labeled with numbers, or things like 'Medical Center'.

Passing crew members gave them wary looks, if not disgusted or straight up terrified.

And then they arrived at Ava's office. He knocked twice. The Captain was up and opening the door fairly quickly. She stared at them in quiet surprise.

"I've got a visitor," Simon said.

"I can see that..."

[guardian-simon]

Simon kept his expression more neutral now, feeling oddly exposed underneath her gaze. Just because he didn’t talk to his Ava much didn’t mean she stopped being a more intimidating figure.

Just because he was, as some people would describe him, a little shit, he leaned over and stage whispered to other Simon, “Does this prove I’m actually real?”

Yeah, they’d definitely need to figure out differentiating names beyond other, because that was gonna get old and tiring fast.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

Simon elbowed him. "Shut. You know damn well I had good reason to believe otherwise." He couldn't help but smile, though. It wasn't every day someone.. joked with him.

Ava gestured them inside. "Come in, I'll clear my schedule for this." She had an uneasy expression when she looked at the fish features on the other man. "My name is Ava, but you may address me by Captain."

[guardian-simon]

“I know.” Simon stated flatly, clearly not as lighthearted with Ava as he could be with other Simon. He walked inside the office, tail flicking and swishing a he went.

The inside was what he expected out of Ava, so no surprises then. This Ava seemed to be in good standing with her Simon, so he could only hope that meant good things.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

"If your guest has an attitude before I can draft a report," Ava muttered to Simon. There was an obvious unspoken threat.

Ah. "He's fine. He gave me fruits," Simon said back, not bothering to say it as quietly as she had. He sat in his seat, and let the other Simon sit next to him.

Ava sat down as well, moving her keyboard for easy access. "We'll get the obvious questions out of the way first," she said, casting him a curious glance. "How did you get here?"

Well, this wasn't going to be much of a tour... Simon didn't know what he expected, but he had hoped he could just ask for her protection in the ship and they would be fine. Clearly there would be more to it than that.

[guardian-simon]

“A rift, or gateway, or mini wormhole. Whatever you wanna call it.” Simon leaned against the wall, seemed to be a habit of his.

“Look, let’s just get through the basics. Im from another universe, yes other universes are real, I’m Simon, I have a… way of getting to and from places along with other universes. Does that cover everything?” He listened off while counting down with clawed fingers, glancing back at the pair.

He didn’t wanna mention Laika specifically yet, didn’t know if this COI would want to… study her or some shit like that. The risk wasn’t worth it. Thankfully she had seemingly decided to stay in this Simon’s room.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

Ava looked at him with an unamused expression. "Uh-huh.. Simon?" She instead looked at the person she already knew.

"He's telling the truth, I watched him fall into my room." Simon shrugged. He tried to stay calm, but... This might not go as well as he'd hoped.

She typed something down, and then scrutinized the other, before typing more. "No, I have more questions. If you have access to multiversal travel, why did you come here? Our universe is nearing its end."

Shit. She was using the tone. Simon stayed quiet, and looked at the other him.

[guardian-simon]

“I don’t control where I go, nor do I know anything about the place before I enter. Im here for a reason, just gotta figure out what.” Simon shrugged, trying to keep himself from naturally challenging Ava’s tone, before grimacing at the Edenite feel that last sentence had.

“I mean that in a definitive “there is an actual reason” way, not a fate way.” He amended, looking away.

Simon hadn’t been to many universes yet, but it seemed all of them were in the same boat in that regard. The stars were dead. They couldn’t be dead everywhere though, no, he and Laika would find one with stars eventually.

If there could be a light at the bottom of the ocean, a universe out there could have several in the sky.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

The ceiling shuttered. Small at first, then growing into a steady pulse. It began to crack, a tear leaking red light and bathing the room in it. Everything was still until-

A man(?) came falling through, twisting midair to land on his feet. He stumbled a little, before holding his hands out just in time to catch a dog who fell through the same rift.

"Laika you-… ugh.” He gently scolded the dog in a voice that was painfully familiar, before setting her down and turning, finally seeing Simon.

“Oh! I knew I’d eventually meet another me but-… hi?” He gave an awkward smile with too sharp teeth, waving a clawed and webbed hand. The man’s tail swished.

- @guardian-simon

What in the world? Simon looks up to where the rift was opened. Why did this person sound.. and look a little like him? 'Another me'..

Simon crossed his arms as he scrutinized the man in front of him. And the dog..? "Hi... Am I seeing things now, too?" There was hardly an explanation for what just happened. Great. Just perfect.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

Simon nodded. "Okay, uh-" he hopes it isn't a bad idea. "I'll show you to Captain Ava's office first. If I explain this to her, she will stop anyone from..." Experimenting.

"I'd like to remind you that these people have, uh, never seen anyone like you. So you have to stay very close to me."

...This might actually be nice. He won't be the only person looked at as a monster.

-

@guardian-simon

[guardian-simon]

“Most people haven’t seen anyone like me, so I get it.” Simon deadpanned with an almost bitter laugh. Yeah, he was a freaky fucking fish thing that looks like it should be in an aquarium. Or being biopsied.

Simon followed himself out of the room, sticking close as instructed. His eyes darted around, making a mental layout as they went. Seems like all those quickly learned navigation skills did come in handy.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

They passed long hallways, with walls made of mostly metal. It was a spaceship, after all. Doors were labeled with numbers, or things like 'Medical Center'.

Passing crew members gave them wary looks, if not disgusted or straight up terrified.

And then they arrived at Ava's office. He knocked twice. The Captain was up and opening the door fairly quickly. She stared at them in quiet surprise.

"I've got a visitor," Simon said.

"I can see that..."

[guardian-simon]

Simon kept his expression more neutral now, feeling oddly exposed underneath her gaze. Just because he didn’t talk to his Ava much didn’t mean she stopped being a more intimidating figure.

Just because he was, as some people would describe him, a little shit, he leaned over and stage whispered to other Simon, “Does this prove I’m actually real?”

Yeah, they’d definitely need to figure out differentiating names beyond other, because that was gonna get old and tiring fast.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

Simon elbowed him. "Shut. You know damn well I had good reason to believe otherwise." He couldn't help but smile, though. It wasn't every day someone.. joked with him.

Ava gestured them inside. "Come in, I'll clear my schedule for this." She had an uneasy expression when she looked at the fish features on the other man. "My name is Ava, but you may address me by Captain."

[guardian-simon]

“I know.” Simon stated flatly, clearly not as lighthearted with Ava as he could be with other Simon. He walked inside the office, tail flicking and swishing a he went.

The inside was what he expected out of Ava, so no surprises then. This Ava seemed to be in good standing with her Simon, so he could only hope that meant good things.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

"If your guest has an attitude before I can draft a report," Ava muttered to Simon. There was an obvious unspoken threat.

Ah. "He's fine. He gave me fruits," Simon said back, not bothering to say it as quietly as she had. He sat in his seat, and let the other Simon sit next to him.

Ava sat down as well, moving her keyboard for easy access. "We'll get the obvious questions out of the way first," she said, casting him a curious glance. "How did you get here?"

Well, this wasn't going to be much of a tour... Simon didn't know what he expected, but he had hoped he could just ask for her protection in the ship and they would be fine. Clearly there would be more to it than that.

[guardian-simon]

“A rift, or gateway, or mini wormhole. Whatever you wanna call it.” Simon leaned against the wall, seemed to be a habit of his.

“Look, let’s just get through the basics. Im from another universe, yes other universes are real, I’m Simon, I have a… way of getting to and from places along with other universes. Does that cover everything?” He listened off while counting down with clawed fingers, glancing back at the pair.

He didn’t wanna mention Laika specifically yet, didn’t know if this COI would want to… study her or some shit like that. The risk wasn’t worth it. Thankfully she had seemingly decided to stay in this Simon’s room.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

The ceiling shuttered. Small at first, then growing into a steady pulse. It began to crack, a tear leaking red light and bathing the room in it. Everything was still until-

A man(?) came falling through, twisting midair to land on his feet. He stumbled a little, before holding his hands out just in time to catch a dog who fell through the same rift.

"Laika you-… ugh.” He gently scolded the dog in a voice that was painfully familiar, before setting her down and turning, finally seeing Simon.

“Oh! I knew I’d eventually meet another me but-… hi?” He gave an awkward smile with too sharp teeth, waving a clawed and webbed hand. The man’s tail swished.

- @guardian-simon

What in the world? Simon looks up to where the rift was opened. Why did this person sound.. and look a little like him? 'Another me'..

Simon crossed his arms as he scrutinized the man in front of him. And the dog..? "Hi... Am I seeing things now, too?" There was hardly an explanation for what just happened. Great. Just perfect.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

Simon nodded. "Okay, uh-" he hopes it isn't a bad idea. "I'll show you to Captain Ava's office first. If I explain this to her, she will stop anyone from..." Experimenting.

"I'd like to remind you that these people have, uh, never seen anyone like you. So you have to stay very close to me."

...This might actually be nice. He won't be the only person looked at as a monster.

-

@guardian-simon

[guardian-simon]

“Most people haven’t seen anyone like me, so I get it.” Simon deadpanned with an almost bitter laugh. Yeah, he was a freaky fucking fish thing that looks like it should be in an aquarium. Or being biopsied.

Simon followed himself out of the room, sticking close as instructed. His eyes darted around, making a mental layout as they went. Seems like all those quickly learned navigation skills did come in handy.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

They passed long hallways, with walls made of mostly metal. It was a spaceship, after all. Doors were labeled with numbers, or things like 'Medical Center'.

Passing crew members gave them wary looks, if not disgusted or straight up terrified.

And then they arrived at Ava's office. He knocked twice. The Captain was up and opening the door fairly quickly. She stared at them in quiet surprise.

"I've got a visitor," Simon said.

"I can see that..."

[guardian-simon]

Simon kept his expression more neutral now, feeling oddly exposed underneath her gaze. Just because he didn’t talk to his Ava much didn’t mean she stopped being a more intimidating figure.

Just because he was, as some people would describe him, a little shit, he leaned over and stage whispered to other Simon, “Does this prove I’m actually real?”

Yeah, they’d definitely need to figure out differentiating names beyond other, because that was gonna get old and tiring fast.

[scars-of-the-butcher]

Simon elbowed him. "Shut. You know damn well I had good reason to believe otherwise." He couldn't help but smile, though. It wasn't every day someone.. joked with him.

Ava gestured them inside. "Come in, I'll clear my schedule for this." She had an uneasy expression when she looked at the fish features on the other man. "My name is Ava, but you may address me by Captain."

[guardian-simon]

“I know.” Simon stated flatly, clearly not as lighthearted with Ava as he could be with other Simon. He walked inside the office, tail flicking and swishing a he went.

The inside was what he expected out of Ava, so no surprises then. This Ava seemed to be in good standing with her Simon, so he could only hope that meant good things.