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madpuppeteer) wrote2012-03-11 11:30 pm
madpuppeteer) wrote2012-03-11 11:30 pm
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Act 1: And Thus Darkness Descends [ written ]
[ 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. ]
…
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... ]
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. ]
…
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... ]
[Voice]
[Voice]
Look at all the ruckus I've caused in just a mere hour or so. In all truth, I highly doubt the individual who agrees to my terms to be an "masochist". Perhaps a tad reckless and ambitious, but certainly not that.
[ He chuckles lightly. ]
No matter, I take it that you won't be assisting me.
[Voice]
[Voice]
I'm just very keen on believing the half-truths of the Malnosso. That and the fact I have a tendency to gamble with the notion of mortality quite often.
[Voice]
Which half truths do you mean?
[Voice]
[ Why is everyone here afraid of a little bit of black magic and science? Relius won't hurt you, Fujiko. Or rather, he'll try not to. ]
The truth in relation to us being trapped here indefinitely.
[Voice]
That is honestly not a good enough reason to volunteer as a sacrifice. It's pretty damn true so far, and people have tried some really crazy shit.
[Voice]
Oh? Care to further elaborate regarding that last slew of information? What exactly has transpired before?
[Voice]
[Voice]
[ Now that certainly brings a whole different aspect to his thoughts regarding Luceti. He's a tad mortified here, mortified and awed. ]
How did this even come to be? Was this planned by none other than out captors? What was their reason for such a mishap and how could they possibly regenerate everyone so quickly after such a cataclysm?
[Voice]
And yes. As for the reason... or how... [A shrug and then back to the chipper tone she used with "yup!" like it's totally something to be jovial about.] No one knows!
[Voice]
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Fujiko, you're one weird lady.][Voice]
To make everyone freak out for Halloween, and prove they completely held our lives in their hands?