Voicetesting a new muse

[grand_architech]

So, Mun, as you are called, you wish to bring me here to...test me? I find this far too disordered for my liking. Perhaps there is a more suitable location for me to do these tests. Perhaps at a proper Vishkar facility, with other architechs available to observe?

And yes, while I can use the hard light technology whenever I want, I cannot simply do it whenever I want. That would be disorderly and entirely against what I desire.

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Don't have a Lucio together yet so Sheogorath here will have to do XD

[cheese_for_everyone]

Disorder Disorder Disorder. You mention it so much one has to wonder if that's all that is on your mind.

Ooooh, this is a match made in some form of cheese hell!

[grand_architech]

Quite the opposite, odd man. Order...helps me a great deal with what I do. I need a great deal of concentration to do my work as an architech, and disorderly things are nothing but distractions to me.

Hehe I figured as much :P

[cheese_for_everyone]

Is that really all?

You wouldn't say you have a explosive or flaming hatred for disorder and those that prefer it?

[grand_architech]

[You, strange man, are getting A Look]

You are using oddly specific words in your statement. Are you implying something?

And it is rude to go so long without introductions. I am Satya Vaswani, Architech of the Vishkar Corporation.

[And now get a craned eyebrow, Odd Man]

[cheese_for_everyone]

[He just smiles at that look.]

Only that I see much.

[The odd man gives an exaggerated bow.]

I am Lord Sheogorath of the Shivering Isles at your service Ms. Vaswani.

[He will keep his other titles in his pocket for the time being. After all he didn't want to have to show her the power of a Daedric Lord too soon. He's having plenty of fun just being an Odd Man.]

[grand_architech]

"Lord" Sheogorath, you say. You are royalty, then?

[Satya searches her memory for a place known as the Shivering Isles. After a moment, she frowns.]

I do not recognize the location. I know this place is odd, allowing a multitude of locations to discuss at once. Are you from another of those places?

[There is a slight upturning of the nose. How...messy.]

[cheese_for_everyone]

Oh yes the title gets passed down from me to myself every few thousand years.

[He will just let her parse that one out on her own.]

Yes the common word used is Nexus. There are a multitude of worlds converging on this point and I am from one of them.

[grand_architech]

[He is unclear and playing with words in a mockery of cleverness. An annoyance.]

A nexus. That is an adequate word for what this is. So you are from a world with Omnics? Does that word carry any meaning from where you are?

[cheese_for_everyone]

I am aware of what an Omnic is, but the worlds I am a part of do not have them. I simply know from observing your world.

The closest thing would be Dwemer Automatons and they are simply machines constantly guarding the ruins their creators left behind. No mind to be reasoned with at all.

[grand_architech]

Dwemer? Machinists, then. Was it because of their automatons that they were destroyed?

[cheese_for_everyone]

It means "Deep Elves".

No the machines work perfectly for their function, kill anything that didn't belong in their forts. The Dwemer fell for two reasons.

The first is mundane. The Dwemer were cold and paranoid as a people. They hurt anyone for their own gain and expected everyone of doing the same. Needless to say they didn't make many friends. When war came around they couldn't even unite among themselves.

Their enemies however didn't just wipe them all out. Those that were left all disappeared under mysterious circumstances. Just gone from the face of the planet without a single trace. It is one of the great mysteries of the world.

[grand_architech]

Paranoia leads greatly towards disorder. It is a shame, for if they are as skilled in machine craft as you seem to imply much has been lost.

But they all simply...vanished?

[cheese_for_everyone]

Oh most certainly. They figured out much while most of the world was still working with bows and arrows. Not to say they are ineffective weaponry but had they been the kind and sharing sort the world's technology would of gone up by leaps and bounds.

[He nodded at that followed by a shrug.]

Seeing you have some interest in this little puzzle of ours I will provide a few more details. The mages of Nirn are not unaccustomed to teleportation. So the how isn't the problem.

It is the why and where.

Have they angered a god? Possibly. Gods are no simple fable where I am from they interact with the world when the mood suits them. or Did they scamper off when it was clear they were losing?

Whatever the case the where still remains an issue. They have not been sighted in any known part of the universe. Even the places mortals would normally fear to tred have been checked by some hero or another. Yet in these thousands of years there has yet to be one sighting of these people.

[dove_and_hawk]

You talk like there's something inherently wrong with chaos.

[grand_architech]

As I have said many times before, the true enemy of mankind is disorder. It is disorder that led to the Omnic Crises and to the worst acts of the last decade stem from the disorder caused by the end of the Overwatch organization.

[Satya gives the colorful man a look over. His...uniform is odd, for certain, but not out of order for what she is familiar with.]

You are dressed as a member of Overwatch, but you do not resemble any of the former members I am familiar with. Who are you?

[dove_and_hawk]

Hawk. And, yeah, too much chaos is a bad thing. But so is too much order. You've got to have personal freedom.

[grand_architech]

I have always been taught that freedom is an illusion. It is my teachings that allow me to work hard light into things as solid as the Earth we know it. Through it, I can build things with but a thought. That requires discipline, something disorder would not allow.

[To illustrate her point, Satya concentrates and builds a device from the light itself in front of him]

Hawk. You are...not part of Talon, are you?

[dove_and_hawk]

No, I think Talon's one of the antimatter universe guys. Of my buddy Robin.

But freedom isn't an illusion. It's the only thing worth fighting for.

[grand_architech]

You must be from another world, then. Talon is not a who, it's a what. Talon is a terrorist organization in my world. It is a large part as to the disorder of the world.

[There is an eyebrow crane at what Hawk said]

You say that like you are from an old cowboy holo from America. Very quaint, and said from a place very different from my own home of India. From my former home of Hyderabad.

[dove_and_hawk]

So you think freedom is quaint and an illusion. So, you keep the peace by making people conform? And you think you're a hero?

[grand_architech]

[Get a glare at that]

Your words are quaint. Do not twist mine to fit whatever illusion you follow.

[Satya lifts up her left arm, a cybernetic marvel of hard-light technology]

And I am an Architech. I am a creator of things. I follow the order required to build things beyond your comprehension. If you wished to speak to a hero, I recommend you find one of the former members of Overwatch.

[dove_and_hawk]

So you build things beyond my comprehension... like what? Traps that force conformity? Make everyone into nice little cogs in your perfect world? Where's the humanity?

[grand_architech]

Homes. Infrastructure. Entire cities. Within the blink of an eye and as solid as steel. That is what I build. And for me to do what I do, I need to not be around disorderly things such as yourself. And yet you have a problem with that, because you claim it is lacking humanity.

Vishkar Corporation simply wishes to help the world recover after the Omnic Crisis, yet it sounds like you would find good company with the anarchist from Brazil.

[dove_and_hawk]

Homes and infrastructure... at what cost?

Anarchist? No, I'm all-American, lady.

[grand_architech]

The end of slum lords, mostly. Or would you support them because of "freedom"?

[dove_and_hawk]

Nah, slum lords deserve to be punched in the face. It's part of the cost of freedom, though. Some people are gonna be dickbags. And dickbags get punched.

[grand_architech]

[There is a moment of silence, with a bit of confusion from Satya before she speaks again.]

I would have put it a bit more eloquently, but there's a bit of weirdness in that you and I are...in agreement. Although I very much prefer my photon projector over physical hitting.

[dove_and_hawk]

A little chaos in your philosophy after all, huh?

Getting your fists dirty is more fun than any kind of lightshow.

[grand_architech]

[Aaaand now you have gone back to being a boor. Good job, Hawk.]

It is necessary for me to defend myself from time to time. That is not chaos to be prepared for it.

[dove_and_hawk]

No, it's just dumb to assume you can ever stop all the dickbags. You can't. You just punch them as they come.

[kindlytree]

[ Groot just happens to be wandering through. Oh hi tiny one. He listens and frowns. ]

I am Groot.

[grand_architech]

[Satya is a bit confused, but she recovers quickly. She lives in a world with religious omnics, gorilla scientists, and living temporal distortions.]

Greetings, Groot. I am Satya. I am also designated Symmetra.

[kindlytree]

[ And he almost groans. ]

I am Groot.

[grand_architech]

[Satya is silent for a moment, as if waiting for something to register in her mind]

Should I assume that "I am Groot" is all you can say, or are you being purposely obtuse?

[kindlytree]

[ He levels her a strangely calm look for a giant talking tree. ]

I am Groot.

[i_am_baytor]

[ A demonic bartender eyes them. ]

I am Baytor.

[classic_salt_dorito]

Sheayh, good luck finding anywhere that isn't about to explode into drama out here.