[ Emet-Selch doesn't seem too awed by the idea. He has seen mechanical augmentation before, although not to the same lengths as they've apparently gone to with Juzo. To think that he had thought that infusing a magitek core with a person's soul had been the pinnacle of fusion between man and machine.
He extends a hand out, palm up, to Juzo. ]
May I?
[ He's intensely curious about how it works. Is the man's brain somewhere in the chamber? For that matter, what about bullets? Mouth? Digestive tract?? ]
[ Juzo doesn’t pull away, but neither does he move. In fact, he goes startlingly still in a way that would be almost impossible in a more organic body. His muzzle ticks downward, ever slight, as his gaze flicks to that offered hand. ]
That depends entirely on what you’re tryin’ to do.
[ There’s something wary in his tone. Less because he’s afraid of the other man, and more because there are a very, very select few who he trusts to lay their hands on him. ]
[ The fingers of his outstretched hand curl in until a single digit is left pointing at Juzo's head. ]
To touch, mainly. I shan't go near anything you don't wish me to, nor will I interfere with it. In my home world, magitek has yet to advance to such a state where a man's soul can fuse with machina.
[ Juzo remains still for a heartbeat or two more, staring down Emet-Selch’s outstretched finger, before giving a shake of his head. His easy demeanor seems to return as he takes a long inhale of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke off to the side. ]
Sorry, but I’ll have to pass. The only person allowed to put their hands on my mug is my personal engineer.
[ “Magitek” is a new one on him, though he can get the meaning well enough. He supposes what’s around Camelot could be described as such. ]
Sounds romantic when you put it like that, but they didn’t fuse my soul with anything. They cut me open and stuffed me fulla wires and metal and all manner of things. Rebuilt me from the inside out.
[ His hand falls back to his side without argument. He doesn't look offended. ]
I see.
[ The dismissive comment only makes him all the more curious about how the man ticks. Despite all the tinkering he has seen done to a living person's body, it seems impossible to go this far.
If he were still the person he had been before being stolen from his home world, he might have ignored the man's preferences and aggressively examined them anyway. But...he is supposed to be a better person than that. He can be if he makes the effort. ]
It sounds like it would have been easier to simply build warrior machina. Then they would not need to fuss over their soldiers growing a conscience and disobeying orders.
[ Being a walking weapon of war means Juzo isn’t keen on letting just anyone touch him, even with this place taking most of the power out of his Extensions and the ammo out of his chamber. Certainly not some guy he only knows for his string of gruesome murders, and barely knows at that. ]
You’d think so. Guess there’s just somethin’ about a human being’s capacity to wage war that they just couldn’t capture.
[ A man will do a lot of things he’s not proud of for glory and country. So many of them probably thought they were really doing something good, something grand, when they went under the knife.
Maybe Juzo did too, before they stripped his memory from him.
He gives another exhale of smoke. ]
Well, I think I’ve taken enough of your time. Give your buddy Hythlodaeus my regards.
[ Ah, he can't help the sardonic smile which spreads across his face. The mortal capacity for war and bloodshed is quite something else. He should know: he had been manipulating it for thousands upon thousands of years. ]
I will. And I shall pre-emptively extend his most enthusiastic request to join you for tea sometime.
[ Because he can well imagine Hythlodaeus eagerly going out and befriending strangers like that. He tries not to feel too envious as he lethargically lifts a hand and waves goodbye to Juzo. He was never so good at making friends. ]
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[ Emet-Selch doesn't seem too awed by the idea. He has seen mechanical augmentation before, although not to the same lengths as they've apparently gone to with Juzo. To think that he had thought that infusing a magitek core with a person's soul had been the pinnacle of fusion between man and machine.
He extends a hand out, palm up, to Juzo. ]
May I?
[ He's intensely curious about how it works. Is the man's brain somewhere in the chamber? For that matter, what about bullets? Mouth? Digestive tract?? ]
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That depends entirely on what you’re tryin’ to do.
[ There’s something wary in his tone. Less because he’s afraid of the other man, and more because there are a very, very select few who he trusts to lay their hands on him. ]
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To touch, mainly. I shan't go near anything you don't wish me to, nor will I interfere with it. In my home world, magitek has yet to advance to such a state where a man's soul can fuse with machina.
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Sorry, but I’ll have to pass. The only person allowed to put their hands on my mug is my personal engineer.
[ “Magitek” is a new one on him, though he can get the meaning well enough. He supposes what’s around Camelot could be described as such. ]
Sounds romantic when you put it like that, but they didn’t fuse my soul with anything. They cut me open and stuffed me fulla wires and metal and all manner of things. Rebuilt me from the inside out.
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I see.
[ The dismissive comment only makes him all the more curious about how the man ticks. Despite all the tinkering he has seen done to a living person's body, it seems impossible to go this far.
If he were still the person he had been before being stolen from his home world, he might have ignored the man's preferences and aggressively examined them anyway. But...he is supposed to be a better person than that. He can be if he makes the effort. ]
It sounds like it would have been easier to simply build warrior machina. Then they would not need to fuss over their soldiers growing a conscience and disobeying orders.
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You’d think so. Guess there’s just somethin’ about a human being’s capacity to wage war that they just couldn’t capture.
[ A man will do a lot of things he’s not proud of for glory and country. So many of them probably thought they were really doing something good, something grand, when they went under the knife.
Maybe Juzo did too, before they stripped his memory from him.
He gives another exhale of smoke. ]
Well, I think I’ve taken enough of your time. Give your buddy Hythlodaeus my regards.
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I will. And I shall pre-emptively extend his most enthusiastic request to join you for tea sometime.
[ Because he can well imagine Hythlodaeus eagerly going out and befriending strangers like that. He tries not to feel too envious as he lethargically lifts a hand and waves goodbye to Juzo. He was never so good at making friends. ]