considering bringing him to a game. idek.

[pansophical]

I do hope you are aware of who it is you invited into your mind, my mundane. To hide something from one who possesses all knowledge, past, present, and future, is... inadvisable. Oh, but that much you know, don't you?

But don't fret. It is a warning, nothing more. You are free to plot and plan as you wish. And as you do, I am more than content to sit back, as they say. Meddling would get me nothing of value.

You'll find that many mortal affairs become ever so dull once you have observed them for long enough. But in this case, for a loyal servant of mine, I may make an exception.

[A dark chuckle.]

You object to the term? Yes. Many have in the past. But it changes nothing.

Any and all seekers of knowledge serve me. Voluntarily or otherwise. You are no different.

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[creative_pyromania]

[Just this face. This face should say it all.]

[pansophical]

[Have a dry stare in return. From... a lot of eyes.]

The eloquence of men never fails to astound me.

[godofschemes]

You coddle them.

[pansophical]

And you have no sense of subtlety.

[godofschemes]

And why would I? I find the sight of mortals groveling, broken in body and spirit, so much more satisfying. And yet, that is what drew me to your newest protegé. I don't want my never-ending supply of souls - willing and unwilling - destroyed. Least of all by spawn of Akatosh.

{ He spits that name, as if it tastes bad, even to someone who lives in freaking Coldharbour. }

[pansophical]

A matter of taste, I suppose. I am rather neutral towards the suffering of mortals. Well... most mortals.

[He can't say that being a part of Storn and Miraak's demise wasn't satisfying.]

Yes... Quite a talented little soul. But not surprising. I, of course, have always known our mutual acquaintance would be ever so helpful. Certainly a more worthy champion than any other servants of mine have ever been.

[fearbringer]

[There are some things that creep even the Boogeyman out.

This guy is possibly one of them.]

You've caught my interest.

Who are you?

[pansophical]

I have many identities and names to go along with them. As happens when you have been around as long as I. The Gardener of Men, Lord of Secrets...

I am Hermaeus Mora. He who rules over knowledge and fate.

[fearbringer]

Yes, I know how it is-- it appears we're similar, you and I.

I'm Pitch Black. I rule over fear.

[pansophical]

Certain similarities, I suppose, yes. And just as many differences.

Oh, I am quite aware of who you are. Knowledge is my domain, after all. There is nothing I do not already know.

Couldn't resist for obvious reasons

[cheese_for_everyone]

Herma! Long time no see!

How are you doing? Manipulate man kind into making eye drops yet?

ahahaha beautiful

[pansophical]

[Oh, wonderful, this guy.]

Not directly perhaps. I have seen plenty of you.

[Mostly thanks to observing a mutual acquaintance. My, do those heroes get around.]

And as expected, your jokes are still ever so droll. That, it seems, is a constant.

I have to imagine these two have some sort of rivalry.

[cheese_for_everyone]

I don't benefit from your all seeing eyes, but my agents are everywhere. Including your little slice of Oblivion.

Haven't seen you for ages, but I know your every move and have fun with you collection from time to time.

[Was he bluffing? Joking? Appealing to the paranoia of a being that could usually see almost everything? Who knows.]

Oh come on Herma, with how deeply you've stuck your metaphysical nose into Solstheim your eyes must get irritated.

[violinsnbobbles]

[For an anime character encountering a tentacle monster, Kotomi is rather calm. In fact, she stares at the multi-limbed Daedric abomination as if it was a new visitor to her library.]

"The process of delving into the black abyss is to me the keenest form of fascination." I believe your writer is as interested in the stories and knowledge you could in turn give to her from hidden knowledge.

[Not that Kotomi believes she has anything to hide. It's not that she is unafraid, or curious, or foolish. It's just that she's both a seeker of knowledge and weird.]

[pansophical]

...A most fitting quote.

[In more ways than one. Oh, he does believe he likes this one.]

Yes, you are quite right. But then, if she did not desire knowledge, I would not be here. [He stares at the girl, with his many, many eyes.] I always know how to find those who seek to know. Or... they find me. Not that there is a true difference between the two.

[violinsnbobbles]

I study texts related to advanced physics and string theory to understand more in regards to M-Theory and space-time, but I am afraid I do not believe I have ever read of you.

[More out of existing in a benevolent world of magical realism rather than one of those worlds housing lovecraftian monstrosities. Short stories she read, of course.

She bows to the creature, not as a religious follower but as a form of trained japanese politeness. It worked with everyone, right?]

Hello, it's nice to meet you. I am Kotomi Ichinose from class 3-A. I enjoy reading quite a lot. I would like to become friends with you.

[hospice]

[here's ruvik, thinking this is just some other nightmarish creation in his world.]

... You speak.

[pansophical]

A most astute observation. Yes, I speak.

I suppose, given the form I have chosen, you can be forgiven for being surprised.

[generallyunprofessional]

Talking...tentacle monster. You're Japanese, aren't you?

[pansophical]

Such an original comment to bring to the discussion. Your contribution has been most appreciated.

[It's almost impressive how much sarcasm he manages to fit in his slow, steady tone.]

To answer your question, ignoring if you want an actual answer, no, I am not.

[generallyunprofessional]

You're welcome.

[Mike just grins. He's proud of himself and his contribution. Time to add more.]

Good to know. So what's a big spooky tentacle eye monster doing in a place like this? I'm sure it's not to enjoy the sights.

[maiqknowsmuch]

M'aiq tried to hide something from his mundane once. Mundane seemed to know about it already!

Terrified, probably questionable late attempt at a voicetest.

[magichermaphrodite]

[Vivec considers the words of that scryer of fate - vulgar and boastful, impudent even. For a moment he considers that perhaps he should not laugh, contemplating the mathematics of fairness and mirth that form the Width of this Dreamspace. But Muatra does not pause for calculation, and his spear trembles with belly-song.]

Service you. Ho ho ho. Indeed, so they shall! As the hand serves the quill, perhaps. Longs to clutch it in its grasp, needs it as all poets do, moves, trembles, and brings ecstatic life to quivering strands. The quill needs and the hand provides. Yet where, in the infinite hand-essence, is the quill? What are We but a dripping finger, wet with beetle's blood, poised to fall from its limb and be disposed of? Ah, but then what of poetry? What of song? I think I like your lies most of all, dearest Herma-Mora. A clenched smiles suits your face. And besides, they are all true!

We know the Dreamer from the Dream, and hold it. This was the first thing we learned. The truth of the Ruling King is no idle boast. But you know this. You mean to test this mundane, or merely frighten them?

[pansophical]

[Oh, this guy, lovely.]

Colorful as always, but of course I would not expect otherwise.

One does not need to know they are serving to serve. Everything she does is but one step on the path I know she'll take. And at the end of that path is where I wait. Choice, control... All illusions, really.

[Even if certain madgod jerks like to say otherwise.]

Who says it isn't both? But no, if frightening her was my goal, there would be more effective ways. I am simply making the situation clear for her and letting her... have her fun, so to speak.

[magichermaphrodite]

Choice, control, the Name of God. Waking dreams of a starless sky. And yet through Love, under my Will, they Become. A Master I Am and All are We. We are the dream-dancers, seers of the Tower, holders of irreconcilable facts.

But enough of this childish waltz - does she know this? Has the Sleeper yet awakened?