To Meet Your Own Character?

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I was asked on tumblr earlier tonight about how a conversation with myself and Luthien would go, Which is odd to think as i largely consider her myself. Nonetheless i gave a response, and it got me thinking; How would your character react upon meeting you in real life?
Imagine yourself in a situation where you have undoubtedly been introduced or bumped into someone whom is your own character, a creation of your own thoughts and imagination, an expansion of yourself, if you will. Even better; you know who they are, but they do not know who you are. Perhaps you were sucked into massivecraft via a magical rift, and the first person you come across is the very same you talk and interact through, the character whose life you gave and plan, whose future you know and who's dirty little secrets you are aware of.

How would the interaction go?

Personally, Luthien would think little of me but ONLY if she did not know who i was. She would probably think me irritating and stubborn, and more than likely one she would like to put in their place. If i saw her in the tavern, I would greet her with an air of smug knowledge to and of herself, which she would hate, as she hates it when any think they know her without getting close to her at all.

First off lets imagine that I wouldn't be terribly nervous and a little bit frightened to meet her. In reality if i was to meet her, i would be too scared to actually talk to her, but not scared OF her, more like "oh my god its that person that i obsess over what if i look dumb in front of her or say something stupid i wish i was more like her ugh i'm such a neerrrdd why even"

SO LETS IMAGINE I GOT OVER THAT
If she was alone, I would first off be sure to be careful with my words, and hopefully not make her want to kill me.
I would "greet" her with a comment such as "Frank about?" to which she would answer with narrowed eyes and a heavily sarcastic tone; "Clearly not."

I would then make a remark such as "Then why are you here?" and give her an irritatingly smug smile, to which she would glare at me and respond bluntly "...Go away." and more than likely ignore me from there on in.

which i would find hilarious.

So do tell. How would your own interaction go, had you the chance to meet your own character? Give an example of both knowing who you are and that you made them up, and not knowing anything about you!
 
If I met Ellenore.
Oh lord..

I would not talk to her, seeing she would think that I am annoying, and most likely fill me with hate.
Hoping to get her attention, I do some things, like chatting to other important people and showing class and elegance.

Ellenore would mostlikely talk to me then, seeing she adores Class, education and a little gossip.

Then if I made a wrong comment, she would slap me with a fan. That would so happen...

On the other side, I will avoid Ellenore.
 
I would be amazed and scared at the same time. I mean, it's Silver. My own creation. What if he thought I was crazy, or annoying? I mean, Silver is my creation. However, we'd probably get along.
A conversation would go like this;

Uh... hi.
Hey.
Uh... I'm Kieran.
I'm Captain Silver Gregorius Albatross.
I know.
A fan?
No, I created you.
Pretty sure my parents did that.
-laugh- No, like... you're a character. In, like, a piece of literature.
Wait, literature?
Sorta... ish. Best way to describe it.
I... see. Well. Uh. My creator's a kid...?
I'm short for my age. I'm 14.
I... I was fourteen when-
I know. You don't have to say it. I understand you, man.
...
...
Are... you okay?
Yeah, it's just... no-one's really understood before.
But I do. I always have.
...
...
Thanks. For looking out for me, man. You've probably saved me on many occasions.
Trust me, Silver. You've saved me on many more.
 
If I were to meet you Floihem Khallard, I would be shocked, and feel a urge to laugh due to his dwarven appearance. I would then probably spend the day listening to his tales, adventures and such.
 
Unfortunately my character probably wouldn't care that much, and would most likely think of me as another, 'Filthy commoner child' to which she would act ever so sweetly, (whilst remaining a distance) before slowly luring myself to the Orphange. I probably wouldn't follow her, (partly because I'm not homeless) and because Aviana is too lazy, she would murmur something about disobedient children and whips before just simply walking away. I wouldn't even try to follow after her or what not, or even try to make friends, because personally, knowing what I know about my character, I'd rather choose to converse with other people. Not that interesting I know, but if I did speak up about some /secrets/ then she would most likely try and bribe me into secrecy or something, to which I would humbly approve, at the right price of course.

If Aviana /did/ know who I was, she would be, rather disappointed might I say. She'd be bamboozled at the fact somebody like me (in her eyes) could create somebody so strikingly beautiful and smart (Just her vision of herself). If she met me however, I'd think the reaction would be, kind of the same as the first scenario I mentioned. To be honest I don't really think she would care if I made her or not, because at that moment, she was herself, and still probably better than me.
 
It depends who for me, really. Monica would be... Frightening to meet. Carrie and Dawn would be similar, I believe that Calla would most likely be the most awkward. Monica and I would most likely be something like this:

-Me: Holy... Fucking... God. -begins laughing nervously, unsure of what to do-
-Monica: Are you utterly nuts, peasant? Where am I, where is the exit and what is that god awful smell?!
-Me: I-uhm, -points at door- the uhm, door's... there...
-Monica: Answer me fully! Were you brought up by gremlins? Gah! What is that!? -glares at computer-
-Me: L-Look, Monica, please-uhm, calm?
-Monica: I will calm when you get me out of this god forbidden hell hole, you swine! How do you know of my name!?
-Me: Well, you see erm, Monica, I... created you...
-Monica: -raises a sharp finger nail and snarls- I will cut every last limb on your body slowly, painfully with just my fingernails until you tell me the utter truth, peasant. Who are you!?
-Me: -stares- I-I'm, look... Telling you the truth, s-see? -gets document-
-Monica: -looks briefly- You're a lying whore of a child, I warned you! You've been spying on me, now you pay!

Then I'd probably be dead. Fun, ya' know?
 
I do have a character that I am working on and I guess I could try this, Although it would be hard for one to interact with her, seeing as she prefers to distance herself from strangers.


Me - An enormous grin would smear across his face while he began to exitedly flail toward the character he bad always drsired.
"Hihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihi. Listen, I know you haven't stalked me yet and you probs feel really uncomfortable. So I'm going to make his quick, I created you- "

Doralise - She stares at the idiotic looking child with a look so ghastly and soulless.
"Wrong, one human being can not create another without sexual intercourse, and seein as I am obviously older than a.. 12 years? Whatever, seeing as I'm clearly older than you, I highly doubt you being my father. Hold on, how do you know of my habits?

Me - "Wow maybe I should've dialed down on the attitude..."

Doralise - Her expression melts to a deep searing hate, her eyes focused on the child.
"Excuse me!? What did you say!?!?!?!" A slight scream of anger seeps through her lungs while she viciously attacks the boy. She gripped her hands firmly around his neck. "You son of a b**!!!! I will choke the life out of you, cut your b*lls of and hang them over your shallow grave!!!! Tears rushing towards her eyes, knowin what she had just done.

And yes, my character is a crazy b***h.
 
I wouldn't really want to talk with 8,5 feet tall red skined orc that has 200 pounds weighting battle axe. ._.
 
This is an interesting one, it seems that most people go to instantly make their identity known to the character they created themselves, but with my own character I don't think I could do that to him. If you don't know my character is James Arlington Rowley who I've only recently made, but nevertheless I feel that my connection with him is stronger than any of my other previous characters.

Over my time on MassiveCraft I've had quite a broad range of characters, but the one thing that has struck me the entire time is Luthien's connection with her character. I've often heard her speaking of the Upyr as if she were standing next to her the entire time. So that's what attracted me to that bond between writer and character, the ability to live and feel as if your character were always a part of you.

If I were to come before James I don't think I could bring myself to break down the conceptions of his existence, that he was merely the construct of my mind. Because to me, James is everything I want to be, and everything I hate about myself. In short... he's me. I don't even feel that I could possibly break him like that, because in reality that would be breaking myself. In my life I often feel as if I'm acting a certain way to conform to the idea that others expect of me, rarely do I get to unwind and behave as I really feel like it. James is the same, to tell him that he's just there.. a robot carrying out my desires it would crush him entirely, and in a sense I too would be hurt.

So how would I react to meeting James? Well in all honesty I'm not entirely sure, but for the purposes of this thread I'll attempt to rationalise my meeting if it were to occur. As I've said, James is my design and so his frequents wouldn't be hard to locate were I sucked into Regalia.
The Tea House, a personal favorite of James' as usual he'd be working on paperwork during the mornings occasionally stopping to sip at his cup. Although he'd always stop to converse with the other customers that decided to sit with him, so I'd make my way over to the table and take a polite seat across from him with no more than a word of: "May I take this seat?" to which he would most certainly agree.

So there I am, sitting across from the character I created. He wouldn't bother me if I decided not to speak with him, he's far to polite for that. So for a while I'd just sit there, alternating between looking out the window and observing the mannerisms of the man before me.

"Lovely day, isn't it?" I'd ask him. His reply would offer a great deal of comfort to me, his voice so normal and familiar I could have almost uttered his words before him. Only natural I suppose. I'd talk to him as if he were someone I'd never met before, taking time to listen to everything he would say in response to my questions. Unfortunately it would grow near to midday after our lengthy conversation and his schedule would send him elsewhere. So before he would excuse himself I'd take the opportunity to put down my glass and excuse myself. The moment I would open the door to step out into the street he'd call jovially out to me. "We must meet again, old sport!"

I'd laugh at his comment and shout back something along the lines of;"Of course!" it would then grow quiet as I stepped out into the empty street. I'd probably smile a little to myself, perhaps even sigh. Although whatever happened after the meeting, one thing is for certain. I would most certainly meet James Rowley a second time..

[[Thanks for reading! I thought this was a really thought provoking topic to write about so I did my best to keep all my actions and thoughts as close to reality, so once again I'll thank you for reading.]]
 
Ill give it a shot

Me: Ummm, Hello Katrina.
Katrina: How do you know my name?Me: Well you see this place Aloria... It is all created by people like me using a machine and every person you met including yourself are created from us, You are my creation, Me and you are creating Hearthon together.Katrina: What kind of fool do you take me for I am Creating Hearthon with my family, Do not tell lies about my own life child.Me: Im not, Its kind of hard to explain but i can prove it ask me any question about your life and i will be able to answer.Katrina: Then you stalk me, So you shall die -grabs dagger from leg under dress-Me: Katrina Elisabeth Hearthon, Only your family knows your full name.
Katrina: Like i said you have been stalking me -She lunges at him with her dagger in hand going for the throat-
And this is where i would die, Joy. But thinking on this now if it did happen i wouldn't exactly tell her i made her instead use my knowledge of her life to talk to her in a way she wouldn't kill me and i could become close to her and find a much better way to tell her, Hmmm. But i wouldn't have thought of it at the time, This is still how the first convo would go if it was not for this post.
 
If I saw my little yanar girl I'd be a little afraid of approaching her due to the guilt I'd feel for um… the tragedy in her life story. But there's no need to mention that to her so disregarding that I'd be pretty excited.

If I suddenly popped up in front of her, there'd be a moment of silence as I stare at her in shock and she looks at me wondering why the flaming Gana I was staring at her like that.
If I found her say, wondering the streets of Regalia, I'd follow her uncomfortably closely being all nervous and wondering what I'd say and waiting for her to notice me. And when she does, or when she chooses to address the strange person following her, she'd turn around with an inquisitive "Yes?"

Either way, the first thing I'd say would be her practically never used true name. That'll get her attention. Then I'd babble about knowing who she is and some BS about being spiritually connected to her. Assuming she isn't too put off and runs away ("Crap"), I'd want to join and help her on her merry adventures. And use my knowledge of Massive to help her technically metagame… or metalife… or something.

I'd have to fight a great urge to both protect her and let her do her own thing without being a hindrance. I'd want to eventually be close to her enough that we can talk about personal stuff with each other and vent. I don't know how I'd feel about that really. Natalee is based on my personality but unique enough to be a different person. For one, she'd be tougher emotionally. At least for the little stuff… Or maybe not… Well, certainly less sensitive to pain. Aha, my little yanar girl is tougher than I am...
 
Me and Cleaver would probably exchange a look of understanding, and I would toss him a cookie. The vespid and I would then just as well part ways.
 
Athena would most likely call me a peasant and threaten me for staring at her and I would run for the hills.

Anyways, out of all seriousness, I would be so shocked I probably wouldn't be able to even speak. It would be really awkward at first because Athena feels as if she is completely misunderstood and all. I'm not sure how she would react to someone knowing everything about her, especially her past and all. I'm sure she would spaz out in utter confusion and back away slowly. Knowing her, though, I could most likely get on her good side, and maybe even figure more out about her from her aspect of mind, since I haven't updated her persona.

We'd most likely bicker and all since we are slightly similar in personalities, however I am obviously not a twisted psychopath. I would be so interested in her overall since I do study psychology and find it the most of interesting subjects, so in return I would try to study her as much as possible. I mean, you're meeting someone you've dreamed about being or just meeting in general. It'd be like meeting a celebrity for me, just much more personal. I kind of just would hope she wouldn't attempt to hurt me because I know so much about her. If so, I'd offer her liquor and we could have a good ol' conversation with tipsy and wrecked Athena. I know she would efficiently not decline such an offer of alcohol. In the end, I would try to steal all her money, clothes and jewelry and take her place in life and the manor, 'cause it's fancy.

With Avarice, I would, without a sane doubt, fangirl over her. I've always had the idea of coming up with a awkward, however extremely awesome gypsy vampire, and God, I finally had did so. Knowing Avarice, she'd chuckle at me stating things about he in pure disbelief, finding it all very so amusing, in her opinion. I'm sure I would discuss music and literature with her since that's what she finds so interesting. And, oh god. Her pet scorpion, Ayaat. Avarice has a subtle obsession with Vespids and bugs so do I with like, scorpions. Ayaat is really neat so I'd try to take him from her, somehow, and hopefully make it out alive.

It's just amazing to imagine meeting a person YOU created. Someone you know better than everyone else in this world. Someone who is your creation.
 
I would probably get really excited, go grab a dog collar or whatever, and chase Tabitha with it. And then get my face scratched off. Totally worth it.
 
I consider Frank mostly myself, too, and I think a conversation with him would be pretty difficult for me, since I think I'd have to get over some intense jealousy first. It's weird thinking that someone else gets to be the way I would like to represent myself. Like some kind of territorial thing ahah.

If he knew without a doubt that I created him (and it would be difficult to get him to not doubt this), I think he would be very uncomfortable and not want to really talk about anything outwardly at first while he quickly reconsidered his entire life. In the end, he would be grateful for how things are currently, but would be left feeling uneasy about future events. Like, "wait is this me or is it that person making things happen to me again??"

I think a conversation with him would be more interesting if he didn't know, because there wouldn't be that heavy information to deal with. Then it would just be a matter of saying the right thing to initiate conversation, as he doesn't generally care for small talk unless the topic interests him. Bringing up Luthien would be the easiest way to get his attention, but calling him by a previously used name would be another thing. Except with something like that, he would react pretty defensively. Mostly I'd want to be sure to meet him in a public setting and hope that he didn't follow me to anywhere more secluded.
 
Knowing me knowing him, we'd probably get involved in some heated debate attempting to overtrump each other with wit. All my characters are based on my strongest personality part: Pride.
 
I would explain to Damon his entire life in an attempt to convince him I created him. and then he'd kill me because i know too much about him.
 
Jacob would likely cut me limb from limb for being annoying. Unless I busted out OOC knowledge and tricked him into thinking I had a Magic Item.

I think Sero and I would get along at first, until I slipped up and mentioned one of the many things he hates, then he would kill me/bring me to to the guards.

Umbram and I would get along, until he ran off to find his Wife, because she was most likely on some new adventure that nearly got her killed. (Omnomivore)
 
Richard? Is that you?
"Who are you?"
I'm Paul! My God, Richard, I don't believe it's you!
"Still don't know you."
I am your character creator!
". . . ?"
Paul?
". . . ?"
Chronicler, you idiot.
"OOOH! Cornikler, yeah! Oh my God, I don't believe it! Gosh, I have so much to tell..."
No worries, Richard. I already know what you have to say. And, it's Chronicler...
"Really?"
Yeah.
"Even about William...?"
Don't worry, Richard. I cried too.
"Oh... Nah, it's... Not too much, right?"
We'll be fine. Let's change topic?
"How about Cecilililily?"
Cecily, you mean.
"Never could get names right..."
I know about her, too. I know everything about you. I helped you do all of it.
"Stalker."
Oh, Richard. I cannot live with you, but I cannot live without you, can I?
"Same for me. Hard to believe my life is based from yours... You're awfully dull..."
I beg your pardon?
"NOTHING."
 
I'd likely be sold into slavery, such is life.
 
If I met Lucas Josephine Pernum... oh my gosh. Considering how scared and paranoid Lucas is of /everything/, I can't even imagine how the conversation would go. It would be hilarious to scare the living crap out of him, but then he would permanently NOT trust me, which would suck. Alot. Because, he's my character. But, I think I would rather relish his pure fright in person.(chuckle) If I ran into him, it would probably go like this.

Sam: *ahem* Yes, excuse me, are you Lucas Pernum
Lucas: -eyes the stranger, sweat forming from his brow- Well I uh... yes. I am. But, what would you want /me/ for?
Sam: -grabs Lucas by the arm, pulling him close- I, am a boy from another world (please excuse the facial hair, as it may confuse you). I am your master, and have created you! I control what you do, how you talk Lucas. I know /all/ your secrets, and anything else tucked away in your mind. You are my piece of work Lucas! And I, am you artist! But, seriousely, you have to believe me on this Lucas. What I say is real.
Lucas: -stares at the boy, having become very pale from the concept, and sweat pouring down his face-Wha-what? Is, is that... no! Or, maybe it is. Are you playing with me? That couldn't possibly be true... but it could be true. Another world... created... me.... boy... I-I, no! Or, yes. Or, or, are you lying to me?!
Sam: No Lucas, I am not lying to you!
Lucas: -squints at the boy, realizing that he is most likely trying to fool him (which he hates), and is probably a scout for an assasin! Or, an assassin himself! Oh no Lucas, oh no!- How do I know you're not here to kill me?!
Sam: Because, I know about the vampire attack in your hometown that killed your brother. And about Faylinn. And how you tried to bash that one kids head in with a rock, Lucas. And about the pin you got for your birthday Lucas! I know /everything/.
Lucas: -stares at the boy with blank amazement, totally unawware of how he had come up on such information, but then realizing that, *gasp*; it must be true! This is bad Lucas. Your whole world is crashing down on you!- But but, how did you... it is true! It is... not! It isn't! Or, no... no one else would know about those things except... wat... no! It was him, Carnell! /He/ told you these things! Or, maybe even Faylinn! Or, Josephine... yes! You /are/ here to kill me, aren't you! No, no! You s-stay away from me! You hear? You hear?! -pulls out dagger, before flying out of his chair and bolting out the Tavern- Never! NEVER!!!
 
It depends who for me, really. Monica would be... Frightening to meet. Carrie and Dawn would be similar, I believe that Calla would most likely be the most awkward. Monica and I would most likely be something like this:

-Me: Holy... ****ing... God. -begins laughing nervously, unsure of what to do-
-Monica: Are you utterly nuts, peasant? Where am I, where is the exit and what is that god awful smell?!
-Me: I-uhm, -points at door- the uhm, door's... there...
-Monica: Answer me fully! Were you brought up by gremlins? Gah! What is that!? -glares at computer-
-Me: L-Look, Monica, please-uhm, calm?
-Monica: I will calm when you get me out of this god forbidden hell hole, you swine! How do you know of my name!?
-Me: Well, you see erm, Monica, I... created you...
-Monica: -raises a sharp finger nail and snarls- I will cut every last limb on your body slowly, painfully with just my fingernails until you tell me the utter truth, peasant. Who are you!?
-Me: -stares- I-I'm, look... Telling you the truth, s-see? -gets document-
-Monica: -looks briefly- You're a lying whore of a child, I warned you! You've been spying on me, now you pay!

Then I'd probably be dead. Fun, ya' know?

Catrie trying to kill your or cut your fingers off xD

And you use my thingy in your signiture "~vWv~" i feel special now :3
 
If I met Tiro it'd probably go something like this,
-~-~-~-~-~-
I Look around the Tavern, almost desperately, I'm trying to find my muse and scared shitless because I have no idea how I managed to get to the Tavern (or Aloria for that matter). After a few moments of sitting frozen in one of the booths on the first floor I remember Tiros favorite spot, the roof. I jump up from the table and rush up the flights of stairs hoping he's there, trying to find my way by memory and avoiding anyone that I happen to run into on my way up.
I finally reach the top and look around desperately almost in a panic, then I spot him. My heart beat calms down and I almost feel safe. He's were he always is, sitting on the edge of the roof, staring at birds and swishing his tail in a playful manner, almost how a house cat would whilst watching animals from behind a sliding glass door. I finally decides to say something after admiring him for a few short priceless moments, Tiro still completely oblivious to my presence.
I bravely raises my voice to speak, "Hey! Tiro!" I shout, hoping to grab his attention.
Tiro freezes at hearing his name, then slowly turns his head to look at me, his pupils dilating to nearly cover the mesmerising cyan of his eyes as he spots me, his tail swishing more aggressively. He now begins to turn to face me completely, I gulp fear evident on my face, not knowing what he's going to do. The horrors I wrote in his past coming to mind, each one presents a new terrifying thought as to what he's going to do to me. I seem to forget completely the cuddly kitten I used to think he was- but that thought didn't last long fore he jumped to his feet and rushed over to me. I coward back my arms stretched out front of me in a foolish attempt to stop him.
But- then he did something I should've predicted from the start. Infact I'm baffled at the fact that I thought Tiro of all people would do something bad to me. No, what he did and what I thought he was gonna do were so far off that I felt like slapping myself for just thinking such horrid thoughts. The bloody fool wasn't running up to me to kill me, he was running up to hug me! Though I can't really complain, for a couple seconds I was in pure bliss and admiration, for the creature who has accompanied me and been one of my only companies for such a long time was actually... hugging me. It was like a dream come true. But then the blasted fool spoke, "Awwwe you're such a cute little boy!" he said in a completely oblivious and probably one of the happiest tones I have ever heard.
I stared at him for a bit, not quiet knowing how to feel about my own muse mistaking my gender. Usually I don't mind but it was Tiro of all people/creatures! I sighed and decided to just shrug it off. I mean... after all, isn't this whole thing a dream come true? Might as well not spoil it with frivolous thoughts.
-~-~-~-~-~-
Yeah, I guess in short my meeting Tiro would be very... Derpy? and full of hugs and cuddles >w< I mean generally I find me and Tiro to be the same person, just he is how I want to be and who I want to be. I admire him a lot, despite him being a creation of my own mind.
 
Alison would not know I created her. Or, I'd do everything in my power to keep that knowledge from her. Because if she found out I created her and was, in a manner of speaking, her god, she would take revenge. So much of what she's been through has been terrible, and all of it has been my fault. If she just popped up in my life one day, there'd be that moment of like "Dear god. This is amazing." And emotional stuff, but then I'd feel horrible for putting her through everything I have. And thus, I'd try to avoid her knowing it was all my fault. Likely, I'd even have a difficult time speaking to her -- both out of fear of looking dumb and out if fear of being attacked. She's unstable and I don't know if I'd be safe speaking to her. However, as I'm won't to do, I'd probably try to snap a picture of her somehow so I can preserve her image.

Snapping a picture is something I'd do with any of my characters, really.

Umon would probably find out I created him. I'd probably tell him. And in return, he'd doubt me. I'd have to prove it with some key facts about him. Maybe list off some vital events. At that point, if he believed me, he'd probably get a little uneasy and try to get away so he could practice or pray. He'd have a hard time accepting that his creator is a twiggy girl, but also that his creator is a creature of flesh and bone -- something physical. Something that could be touched or killed. What happens if I die? Does he die too ?

Can't think much on Cecily and neela right now. This is already getting wordy for having been typed on a phone. XD
 
I think if i meet my first char Kandane in his actual state of mind.. He would slice me in half, but im pretty sure the others would talk with me... Ok except Tobias he would spike me with his trident ._.
 
Duval before half his family died the 2nd time would probably try to treat me to some food while also convincing me that he's able to keep an eye on my money. After his family died he'd probably just get me depressed. Assuming he's sober enough to be depressing.

Sarro would be about as terrified as I am, since he's built on my fear of talking to strangers. Once he was convinced I'm not going to hurt him he'd probably be pretty fun to be around, though he'd stay rather quiet, since he's a quiet person.
 
Helios would probably be confused, and then stop caring about the interaction. Drust on the other hand...
Well, if he even believed me if I told him I created him, he would probably try to kill me, in a painful way. With lots and lots of fire.
 
Me: "What sharp teeth you have..."
Dilloh: "The better to eat you with!!!" -noms-

Or something like that.
Let's just assume for now that if I have any interaction with the fantasy world, I would probably straight up die.
 
I would be amazed and scared at the same time. I mean, it's Silver. My own creation. What if he thought I was crazy, or annoying? I mean, Silver is my creation. However, we'd probably get along.
A conversation would go like this;

Uh... hi.
Hey.
Uh... I'm Kieran.
I'm Captain Silver Gregorius Albatross.
I know.
A fan?
No, I created you.
Pretty sure my parents did that.
-laugh- No, like... you're a character. In, like, a piece of literature.
Wait, literature?
Sorta... ish. Best way to describe it.
I... see. Well. Uh. My creator's a kid...?
I'm short for my age. I'm 14.
I... I was fourteen when-
I know. You don't have to say it. I understand you, man.
...
...
Are... you okay?
Yeah, it's just... no-one's really understood before.
But I do. I always have.
...
...
Thanks. For looking out for me, man. You've probably saved me on many occasions.
Trust me, Silver. You've saved me on many more.


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Fell would just... I'm not entirely sure on this actually.

It would interesting to meet my own creation but I'm not sure what he would think of me. He's very anti-social except to those he calls his friends (which at this point I guess I must be). Maybe he would be thankful but angry at how bad I've made his life so far. I suppose in the first place it would be a shock to both of us if we knew who the other was. He would definitely strive to fit in with our society, as the only looks towards him he appreciates are looks of fear and silent appreciation. He would seek clothes similar to the ones he already wears. Loose fitting gray pants, a black coat of some sort, sunglasses to cover his ruined eyes. Meeting him would be interesting, as upon his arrival into our world he would seek somewhere dark. Somewhere that would get adrenaline rushing to his head. I'm thinking a nightclub of some sort. No dancing, he would probably find a corner somewhere and just stand for the duration of the night. I would likely loose him inside. Needless to say it would be a task just finding him again. If he got bored he would probably attempt advances with someone else's girlfriend, over which would definitely lead to a fight and get us both kicked out. After he would suggest we get ourselves to a tavern. I would have to explain that at age seventeen in the United States you couldn't drink. He would not understand the reasons in any way and most likely kick me around until I somehow got alcohol or he ditches me.

If we met somewhere without knowing each other he would quietly walk past me, stick a knife in my stomach, point in a random direction and shout "Murderer!" ...then possibly run full speed into a wall because he's mostly blind.