un: lecomte

[levampere]

Bonjour. I have a question for you all, if you'll indulge me.

How many of you here are immortal? Whether it be by natural means or otherwise. How do you feel about your immortality?

You don't need to tell me how or why you are, I'm simply curious. I myself have lived for 500 years, so I'm looking for kindred spirits, one might say.

Of course if you're not immortal and you know someone who is, I'd be glad to hear that as well. This platform was made to share opinions, correct? I'd enjoy having everyone's different perspectives.

All the best,
Comte de Saint-Germain

[ It's... It's not a letter but he's from the 19th century so. There you go. ]

Comments

[advisors]

I'm glad at least you have that kind of attitude. Many would not.

[levampere]

Indeed. That is why I know I must do better. For those who wouldn't.

[advisors]

( Sigh. Ja'far guesses he's a decent guy. GUESSES. )

An admirable attitude.

Forgive me for my earlier rudeness, Comte.

[levampere]

Not at all. I can't expect everyone to trust me based solely on my name and smile.

It's refreshing to be met with a bit of distrust. You are wise beyond your years, Monsieur Ja'far.

[advisors]

Ah, thank you.

I am 30, however...

[levampere]

Are you? I wouldn't have guessed.

I'm over 500, you understand. You're still very young to me.

[advisors]

I suppose to an immortal I'd seem young. But, yes, I am 30. I'll turn 31 soon.

[levampere]

[ A baby. ]

Congratulations! When is your birthday?

[advisors]

Ah, I'm not completely sure with how this calendar is here. I believe it'll be sometime in the winter, about four or so months from now.

[levampere]

Winter suits you. We'll have to celebrate when the time comes.

[ He likes parties! ]

[advisors]

No, that's quite alright, I don't need a big fuss for my birthday.

( This man plans celebrations for his own country and yet doesn't like anyone to fuss over him. Smh. )

[levampere]

All the more reason to. Even if it's just a dinner with friends, birthdays are something worth celebrating.

[advisors]

I suppose a small dinner would be fine...

[levampere]

I'll see what I can do.

[ It's gonna be a ball....... ]

[advisors]

( Rest in fucking pieces, Ja'far. )

Oh, you don't need to do anything, but thank you.

[levampere]

You can thank me when the time comes.

[ It's a good thing he doesn't know emojis or he'd be like :) ]

[advisors]

Alright... Please, nothing big.

[levampere]

I'll keep that in mind.

[ And ignore it. ]

[advisors]

( Ja'far's gonna die, thanks, Comte. )