Introducing the Doctor.

[ich_bin_faust]

*He swaggers in, looking a little too opulent in a black velvet doublet with scarlet pleats and gilt buttons. Yet there remains a certain scholarly sobriety about his bearing, almost an irony in the particular nature of his haughtiness, which seems rather that of scientists than of aristocrats

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[angelicguard]

*oh, well, who better to talk to the good doctor than Mephistopheles's angelic lover? :D ... *

*narrows his eyes just slightly, as there's something about the damned that stands out, and something about this particular damned that's very familiar -- but gives a polite enough, if wary, nod* Welcome.

[ich_bin_faust]

*highly intrigued* *is still not sure whether his pact with Mephistopheles permits him any discourse with angels, but figures if it comes up he'll just plead ignorance* *which is kind of ironic, really*

You! -- Are you not one of the Seven? An Archangel -- a messenger from the Throne... *reverent, despite the striking hypocrisy* *is also discreetly examining Gabriel as if he were a scientific specimen*

I am Faust. And by what name do men call you?

[angelicguard]

*indeed XD*

I'm an Archangel, yes -- they call me by the same name most everyone does. I'm Gabriel. *he's frowning faintly, half from trying to place Faust and half from slight discomfort at being examined* Your name sounds familiar.

[ich_bin_faust]

*and here we have starstruck!Faust, because the one thing he always regretted about being damned is that he would never get to examine meet the host of Heaven*

And yours is known very well to me; I was a theologian before I was a sorcerer. But I know not why I should be familiar to you, unless it be for the grievousness of my sins. *mingled pride and shame in that, and not meeting Gabriel's eyes*

[reign_inhell]

*grins*

Oh, this should be interesting.

[ich_bin_faust]

*recoils, almost imperceptibly; then recovers his former aplomb, and graciously bows*

Thou hast not forgotten thy servant, I see. ...Nor I my master.

*still a bit nervous about the grin...*

[1handedwelshman]

Well, you can't be half bad if you're already trying to get someone else to buy you a drink. *offers his hand* Name's Bedivere.

[ich_bin_faust]

*shakes hands, trying not to show how relieved he is to meet someone who doesn't want to eat his soul*

A pleasure. I am Doctor Faust. *looks him over* A knight, mein Herr? Most brave! A knight's philosophy is always soundest: better to drink and make merry with the dames than to prate and bluster like the scholars, full of wind! For what kingdom do you ride?

[1handedwelshman]

My pledge is to Arthur, King of the Britons, and to Camelot. *snorts* Stick around and we'll see how sound you think my philosophy is. They call me wise, but I think they just mistook as wisdom my common sense.

[thanitohercules]

Life for you holds no wonders new-- yet i'faith, it doth for none. 'Tis a wearied thing, this life, at some time decked in joy and at the next, so stale again. It shall prove you prophet, ay, indeed, for when might man have such holy sight but when he knows it not?

*there's a pause, a nod, and a very faint smile* Guten Abend, mein Herr.

[ich_bin_faust]

*he returns the nod, respectfully* Guten Abend. You speak wise words -- wise beyond your years, I deem. For verily, the deepest passions of Man are but a pale flicker of dying waves upon a vast sea whose depths, alas! we shall ne'er know. I have tried them all, and Fate hath dashed me upon her rocks. But where is truth?

*he sighs, and looks at Hamlet with, oddly, something like compassion* Ich heiße Faust. And how are you called?

[thanitohercules]

At times do I feel beyond my years, few though they are, for I have known such troubles you would not fain believe-- *sighs* They say a father's sins do visit not upon his son, yet mayhap this doth at sins cease. In my summer days thought I his wisdom would be a happy thing--

Hamlet, sir, und Prinz von Dänemark.

[ich_bin_faust]

Nay, there is no happiness in wisdom; 'tis folly that breeds joys. 'Tis as well, I suppose, that I have had no sons; for what should I have taught them? That there is no virtue and no repose, only a futile raging and the a vain lust for truth, extinguished finally in death?

A prince, indeed? Freut mich, Herr Hamlet.

[sweariwontdie]

*bows nervously* Bonjour, Dr. Faust.

I'm Armand St. Just.

If you want a drink, I'm sure you could find something in the kitchen. *frowns slightly*

[ich_bin_faust]

*returns the bow, but looks at Armand, and especially at Armand's clothes, with a kind of dubious incomprehension* The same to you.

*considers the almost-alien concept of "kitchen"* Indeed. I shall... make inquiries. And who is master of this place?

[sweariwontdie]

No one. The Mansion doesn't belong to anyone, but you can always find what you need here. What did you want to drink?

*tries to ignore the dubious look*

[ich_bin_faust]

Indeed? A pleasant arrangement, I should think.

*thinks a moment* A draft of Rhenish ale would suit me best, if such be available; but if not, any beer you have on hand will serve.