madpuppeteer | 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. ]

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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... ]

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Such a shame. Oh well, I suppose this explains why you haven't managed to escape from here then.

[ The bastard is as flippant as ever, it seems. By now, Relius is just toying with Litchi in attempt to get another rise out of her. ]

[She stiffens, but doesn't rise to that bait. Finding a way out hasn't been a priority of hers for a very long time. Quite the opposite, really, but there's no way she's giving him details on that.]

Maybe so. But I wouldn't say it's a lost cause.

[She may be a horrible liar, but she can make exceptions sometimes.]

[ Such a shame. Relius was hoping to get another enlightening performance from her. ]

If this is not a lost cause, then what exactly would you call "this"?

A difficult case, surely, but there's always a way. It's just a matter of finding it.

[Gee don't those words feel familiar.]

Quite difficult, it seems.

[ After doing some much needed researching on the Malnosso, Relius' tone changes from its usual flippant demeanor to a more serious one. He's not liking what he's hearing from others. ]

The forlorn sense of "dread" seems to be a commonality here. I take it the Malnosso have been less than generous as hosts.

The experiments and drafts don't do much to improve their favor around here.

[Although she personally believes in the best in them. Especially since they've brought back those who have died.]

Act 1: And Thus Darkness Descends [ written ]

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