t h r e e | [ video ]
[ the video opens to a small, if rich, looking kitchen. There is a table, set for two but seating one. The man in the view of the screen is small and lithe, in his later years but perserved in an excellent shape. He wears a neat suit, matching the tone of the setting itself---quiet opulence, candlelight and romance. The table is set with good silver and china and a bottle of red wine breathes to his left. An artfully carved cut of meat steams hot in the forefront. He takes a slice of the meat, a scoop of small red potatoes, and some asparagus sauteéd in white wine.
He smiles, revealing small, sharp white teeth and a very red mouth. His eyes gleam an eerie maroon, though that may just be a trick of the candlelight. ]
I have decided to share something with you dear people. Something intimate: a moment I usually reserve for myself because there is a certain way to these things, a respect. I've been watching you, you know. You "heroes". You're an anomaly to me, you closet cases of extreme phobias and personality disorders, you capes and tights and self-righteous fury. You've tasted the thunder of the gods and the rank underside of man's chemical waste and it's made you something, hasn't it? Some of you believe that it's made you better. [ he pauses, excising a neat bite out of his dinner. The meat is tender and cuts easily; he makes a pleased noise at the bite, kissing his fingers in a typical Italian gesture. His left hand clearly has six fingers. ] Lovely. Oh, but some of you believe it's made you worst---monsters, all.
I must confess, you puzzle me. You laud the sanctity of life. You weave yourselves into tangled knots of self-import and yet still fall so woefully short of the standards you have set for your kind and your caste.
I wondered what it meant to you to be metahuman. I observed, as a man fascinated by the toils of beasts such as yourself. Apparently, you still rudely chase the tail of original human doubt. Homo superior has never felt like such a misnomer. I am disappointed, however vaguely.
[ he takes another bite, humming thoughtfully ]
But you do pass the taste test. Bravissimo.
[ ooc: anyone missing a Momjeans? I think that you are. all 4th walling and most replies will be ignored, as per usual. the comm device will be ditched, as he has no use for it, so no tracing him for you. His app has been unlocked in his journal if you would like to take a gander :] ]