In which Globe journalist Lindsay Hatcher shares his exclusive individual interviews with members of the six-person team, The Immortals.
Lindsay Hatcher: Hello, Sable. So are the Immortals like The Avengers or The Guardians of the Galaxy? What are your plans to save the world?
Sable: We aren’t heroes. Who said we were heroes? We are simply people who can’t die. We don’t care about saving the world. We want to have a lark.
LH: A lark?
Sable: We want adventures. See the world. Have fun. Get scared. Have a lark.
LH: Want adventures, or need them?
Sable: What’s the difference?
LH: Where did you come from? It’s hard to tell from your appearance. I thought you were a boy at first.
Sable: It doesn’t matter. I think my parents were artists. I forget.
LH: Hi, Ivy. You are the youngest member of the Immortals. How did you happen to join their group?
Ivy: When I woke up, there was Sable. She helped me move from the cave into the light, and watched over me while I slept. She also said she would help me find my cat, who came with me to the cave.
LH: Have you been on any adventures?
Ivy: Sable says I’m not ready. Anyway, we have to wait for a couple of the others to get back. So I’m going to learn to ride a horse.
LH: Goff, as the eldest Immortal, do you guide and counsel the younger ones?
Goff: Hell, no.
LH: Why not? Surely you’ve gathered a lot of wisdom in your— how many years?
Goff: Countless years. I can’t remember how long. That happens when you get older, you forget things.
LH: As their leader, do you make the decisions about where you’ll go next?
Goff: I’m not their leader. I know about places, but I don’t tell anyone what to do. I’ve learned to keep my head down with this group.
LH: You look like you’ve been somewhere… possibly Medieval, with the leather cloak and leggings.
Goff: This is just my outfit of choice. I get bored trying to pick out something new to wear every day, for millennia.
LH: Hello, Jonah. How long have you been one of the Immortals?
Jonah: Time kind of loses meaning, you know? So, a very long time, longer than anyone other than Goff.
LH: He says he is not your leader or guide. Who is?
Jonah: We are ostensibly a democracy, though I find if you take command, others follow.
LH: So you are the leader of the Immortals?
LH: Donny, why are you laughing?
Donny: This sucks. So I laugh.
LH: I see you have wings. None of the other Immortals have wings. Do you each have special talents?
Donny: We have the same special talent— you can’t kill us. We come back. And these aren’t real wings; they’re a prop. Like a hat or a fake beard.
LH: Hello, Harp. How many adventures have you been on with the Immortals?
Harp: Six or seven. Sometimes it is hard to coordinate. We all have to begin at the cave at the same time. It can take years. So while I wait I go do my own thing.
LH: You have your own adventures separately from the Immortals?
Harp: Of course. We aren’t joined at the hip. You could get tired of a person’s face or beard or accent over the course of a hundred years or so. But they aren’t adventures, or “larks”, as Sable insists on calling them. I just go hang out somewhere interesting, see what’s going on, learn things.
LH: Do all the Immortals go back and have individual adventures?
Harp: I have no idea. Ask them.