Act 1: And Thus Darkness Descends [ written ]

[madpuppeteer]

[ After exploring some of the wonders and splendors of Luceti, the scientist known as the “Puppeteer” decides to write a bit about about them. He's eager to jot down his notes but just as eager to share them with others. Hence his reason for using this enchanted journal for all to behold. ]

My, my...

Have I finally arrived to the paradise were angels sleep? While I doubt there is truly be a “Heaven”, I must confess that this realm comes alarmingly close to one, at least in reference to the natives here. It's quite difficult for one such as I not to notice the “wings” upon the people's backs. Especially since these wings look quite out of place in standard humanoid anatomy. Nevertheless, I see plenty of patrons sporting such appendages despite how useless such tiny wings might be.

I could understand if these wings proved to have some form of practicality, but it seems that they do not. This, however, begs the question regarding if these wings are just for aesthetics. Judging by sheering pain I felt when I plucked out a single feather, I've come to the conclusion that these abnormal appendages are very much so real and vital. Although, as of why that is has yet to reveal itself. I'm certain that in due time that I'll unlock the mysterious revolving this glorious paradise and all it's splendors.

Until then, I shall patiently observe from the sidelines and learn what I can from the actions of others. This is perhaps my best approach to this rather fascinating matter.

[ His pen stops suddenly, but only for a mere moment before he begins writing again. ]


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With this entry concluded, are there anyone willing to volunteer themselves for the sake of science? I'm just asking for one or two volunteers for a hypothesis I desire to test. It won't be painful, not at first.


[ There's something quite ominous about his request... ]

Comments

[ voice ]

[madpuppeteer]

[ Oh, Rogue. You clever little vixen, you. Relius almost fell for that trap. ]

I'm no rat, therefore I'm not very fond of cages. Although, I shall confess I am rather curious about as of how the "Malnosso" managed to capture me.

[ voice ]

[touchofrogue]

[Great, someone who can control their temper. Rogue's just thrilled with this discovery. But her back is still up due to his opening gambit of volunteers for experimentation, and let's just say she's sensitive to that sort of thing for any number of reasons.]

Hate ta break it to you, [and really, she almost does] but no matter what ya think, as long as you're here a rat is exactly what you are. Just like the rest of us.

[And how does it feel to be on the other side of someone else's laboratory?]

[ voice ]

[madpuppeteer]

Is that so? Then this clearly needs to be rectified.

[ He's still rather calm for someone who've been tossed into a scientific melting pot. A little too calm in all due honesty. ]

Considering that I'm pressed for time, being enlisted to join this grand experiment is a rather worrisome proposition.

[ voice ]

[touchofrogue]

[This would normally be when Rogue would reassure him that the time in his timeline freezes. But, you know, he's still setting off her creep senses, so.]

Well, good luck objectin'.

[ voice ]

[madpuppeteer]

Is that sarcasm I hear?

[ He's amused with this one here. If only because of how annoyed she is of him. ]

[ voice ]

[touchofrogue]

Well, ya ain't deaf. Sarcasm, the voice of experience, take your pick.

[ ...it's really never a GOOD thing to amuse evidently mad scientists. Rogue picks up on that note of amusement and will probably try to end the conversation soon. ]

[ voice ]

[madpuppeteer]

If you allegedly possess the "voice of wisdom" here, then is it safe to assume that you've actually spoken to the Malnosso before?

[ He still refuses to refer to these scientists as his "captors" for now. ]

If so, what has been discussed? Is there even a meaning behind this elaborate farce?

[ voice ]

[touchofrogue]

If ya look back through the journals, you'll be able to see all their transmissions to us.

[She's not really keen on discussing her own conversations with them.]

Usually it's just a matter of them tellin' us what to expect when they send us out ta fight for 'em.

[ voice ]

[madpuppeteer]

Which begs the question, what do they expect from us? They merely wish for us to crush their opponents for the sake of deluded grandeur?

[ voice ]

[touchofrogue]

[Wry:] Nah, that's just a bonus. I told you - we're all lab rats now.