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. ]

…

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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[That's right-- Wait a goddamned minute. This voice is familiar. Too familiar for Ragna to feel at ease with recognizing. In fact, recognizing this voice might be very bad.

It forces Ragna into cutting off his attitude, and change his tune to curiosity. Alarmed curiosity.] ... Who the hell are you?

[ Oh, Ragna. It won't be that easy to get Relius to reveal himself, but he'll give you a hint. ]

A famed scholar hailing from a long distant past. My name is absolutely irrelevant at this point because I believe my research speaks for itself. Yet, if you're keen on finding my identity; then perhaps we could play a "little game".

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[Why do people always make it so difficult to get on grain of useful information? This guy has to be from back home if only for that fact.]

I'm not in the mood for crappy games! Just tell me who the hell you are and save us both the time!

But where's the fun in that, I ask.

[ Relius is having too much fun for his own good right now. This could potentially be a bad thing on his part. ]

This scene requires a riveting dialogue to be scripted between the two of us. It would be far too lazy of me to simply give you a name and leave it so bland.

[Ragna is getting irritated by how much this guy is dancing around the bush. If he knew any better, the guy might as well have been getting off on this.]

Would you quit with all the nonsensical bullshit and give me a straight answer!?

[ Poor Ragna is already at the end of his rope with this silly game, isn't he? Relius can't help but laugh at him now. ]

Very well. Since you refuse to play along, then I suppose there's no point in delaying the truth any longer.

[ Brace yourself, kid. ]

I'm known as the "Puppeteer", the creator of a special type of Boundary Interface Prime Field Devices that use the Nox Nyctores, Lux Sanctus: Murakumo.

I am Relius Clover.

[He was not braced.]

You... what? [He heard Relius Clover, which was a familiar name. He heard Puppeteer, which only served to remind him of that kid who attacked him in Kagutsuchi.

But then he realized that the man said he was the creator of the Murakumo. The very same Murakumo that plagued his nightmares and nearly got him killed on multiple occasions. The Murakumo that were a horrid existence that simply deserved to be destroyed at any chance Ragna got. Those Murakumo.

And this man created them. He created Nu. He created those abominations that took after his goddamn sister.

... He created Noel.]

[His fists clench around the edges of his journal, the camera visibly shaking in his rage. He was obviously pissed. This obviously pressed all of his buttons, and the worst part was that Ragna finally recognized who this man was besides creating those abominations. This guy attacked him.]

You goddamn bastard! I'll-- [A slight ripping can be heard as Ragna begins to raise his voice.]

I'LL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF--

[And the feed abruptly ends with a tearing noise.]

Well now, that certainly was riveting.

[ A chuckle escaped the madman as he closed his journal. Knowing full well that the boy was bound to come his way, Relius decided to stay low for the next few hours. He knew that he could easily defeat Ragna just as last time.

However, Relius is less interested in dealing with Ragna and more interested in exploring Luceti. ]

Ignis.

[ At the moment he called her name, his faithful companion appears within a hail of light. ]

Shall we explore?

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