Topic #155: Sinister Vs. Modernity
Sinister Vs. Modernity
His home in London is comfortable enough, though Sinister doesn't much care for luxuries, and does not go too terribly out of his way to seek them out.
Still, to a man who was born and bred in Victorian London, such things as central heating are somewhat of a luxury. He's become accustomed to the conveniences of his age--after all, one learns to adapt when one is immortal--though he prefers scientific advancements to all other forms of progress. When they announced the mapping of the human genome, Sinister was among the many who followed the story with interest. He purchased the journal and even a television program, though he was momentarily perplexed by the machine which played the small square compact disc. To his knowledge, it was the last time he used his television, and he despaired of ever using the Digital Versatile Disc Player again. Too many buttons and and a ridiculous amount of options, that.
There is a radio in his library, though it usually remains silent. The sound of it brings back memories in which he would rather not dwell; her voice, light and sweet, the tinned sound of laughter through the speakers. Her body, old and ravaged by time and disease, dying in his arms.
He prefers his Victrola, though such things are antiques now and records are difficult to find. There are no memories attached to that which are still raw, though occasionally some symphonies call to mind the face of his dead wife. Though it is becoming harder, with the years, to remember exactly what she looked like.
The streets of London are as loud as he remembers them, whether it be cars or carriages outside his window. For all that the world has changed, so many things have remained the same. Humans are still apt to cut each other's throats over a song, and the papers bring stories of atrocities committed over the same things he remembers from before.
Apocalypse once spoke of the dawning of a new era, when mutants would reign supreme and the world would tremble beneath their iron fist. Sinister has no desire to rule, merely a desire to know. Apocalypse thought him short-sighted, but Sinister cannot help but smirk when he notes that science has triumphed and Apocalypse is once more adrift amidst the stars.
There are things about this modern world that vex him--it is far too easy to keep track of a man, now, with numbers assigned to your person and photo documents required for travel, though he can teleport so it's usually not an issue--but there are credit cards and banks and a dizzying array of modern gadgets for the kitchen that he finds quite fascinating. He's purchased many of them, though they sit mostly unused in his kitchen. His laboratory boasts amazing advancements in technology, however, and these are the things that truly fascinate him.
It is when he is working, deep below his townhouse in a laboratory that would make Oxford jealous, that he thinks passingly fond thoughts of Apocalypse and the deal he made so long ago. Perhaps it was worth it, after all.
Muse: Mr. Sinister, Nathaniel Essex
Fandom: X-Men, Comic-verse
Word Count: 525
His home in London is comfortable enough, though Sinister doesn't much care for luxuries, and does not go too terribly out of his way to seek them out.
Still, to a man who was born and bred in Victorian London, such things as central heating are somewhat of a luxury. He's become accustomed to the conveniences of his age--after all, one learns to adapt when one is immortal--though he prefers scientific advancements to all other forms of progress. When they announced the mapping of the human genome, Sinister was among the many who followed the story with interest. He purchased the journal and even a television program, though he was momentarily perplexed by the machine which played the small square compact disc. To his knowledge, it was the last time he used his television, and he despaired of ever using the Digital Versatile Disc Player again. Too many buttons and and a ridiculous amount of options, that.
There is a radio in his library, though it usually remains silent. The sound of it brings back memories in which he would rather not dwell; her voice, light and sweet, the tinned sound of laughter through the speakers. Her body, old and ravaged by time and disease, dying in his arms.
He prefers his Victrola, though such things are antiques now and records are difficult to find. There are no memories attached to that which are still raw, though occasionally some symphonies call to mind the face of his dead wife. Though it is becoming harder, with the years, to remember exactly what she looked like.
The streets of London are as loud as he remembers them, whether it be cars or carriages outside his window. For all that the world has changed, so many things have remained the same. Humans are still apt to cut each other's throats over a song, and the papers bring stories of atrocities committed over the same things he remembers from before.
Apocalypse once spoke of the dawning of a new era, when mutants would reign supreme and the world would tremble beneath their iron fist. Sinister has no desire to rule, merely a desire to know. Apocalypse thought him short-sighted, but Sinister cannot help but smirk when he notes that science has triumphed and Apocalypse is once more adrift amidst the stars.
There are things about this modern world that vex him--it is far too easy to keep track of a man, now, with numbers assigned to your person and photo documents required for travel, though he can teleport so it's usually not an issue--but there are credit cards and banks and a dizzying array of modern gadgets for the kitchen that he finds quite fascinating. He's purchased many of them, though they sit mostly unused in his kitchen. His laboratory boasts amazing advancements in technology, however, and these are the things that truly fascinate him.
It is when he is working, deep below his townhouse in a laboratory that would make Oxford jealous, that he thinks passingly fond thoughts of Apocalypse and the deal he made so long ago. Perhaps it was worth it, after all.
Muse: Mr. Sinister, Nathaniel Essex
Fandom: X-Men, Comic-verse
Word Count: 525