[Pause. Public... Oh!] Ah. I was intending to reach someone in particular, yes. I believe we forgot to exchange names, however. He sounds much older than yourself - speaks with a slight accent. We were, at some point, going to exchange information about our experiments during the murderous rampage, though he mentioned that he died fairly early in.
[action sob poor N]doctor_creepJuly 17 2011, 05:39:55 UTC
... A Communist, N?
[Arching a brow, he steps toward N. The young man looks to be in somewhat poor health, and Nusakan does still have instincts as a doctor, hand reaching out to brush, slightly cool, against N's forehead (after moving any inconveniently placed headwear, of course).]
Do you even know what a Communist is? Nothing you've told me about yourself so far indicates Communist ideals or behaviors.
[ABUSE N EVENT]natural_setJuly 17 2011, 05:44:47 UTC
[He hasn't regained his hat yet, so it's just his typically unruly hair. Sob. He's cold, a little and a bit damp with sweat.]
I just... I know I am. Somewhere deep down. I have to... I have to go tell them.
[He pulls back, clearly off to run and tell Mayfield's police force, but is stopped by a very angry Purrloin latching every claw and tooth he has on the boy's leg. Luckily, his uninjured one, but it still causes him to stumble and almost lose his balance off his crutch.]
Aah! Why... why did you do that? I have to tell them!
[NOT IF THEY CAN HELP IT EVENT???]doctor_creepJuly 17 2011, 06:22:14 UTC
You're a bit young to assume such things.
[Why thank you, Purrloin. Nusakan would have stopped him shortly thereafter, but that helps immensely. His hand moves from N's forehead to rest firmly on said crutch.]
You're cold and somewhat clammy - more likely than being a Communist, you're simply sick. Come, I'll check your vitals. You look as though you haven't been sleeping, and possibly eating properly - have you?
Anyone properly collecting information about a biological affliction requires extensive testing, defined ranges of affliction and something to further define what is happening and why.
Presuming this forced 'truth' is the only symptom is foolishness, and even if it is, how many variations of it are there? Are there levels, as there were with the implanted memories not too long ago? Are these truths even all factual, and not equally manufactured?
Ignoring these questions is even more problematic than the situation at hand, you see. We cannot fight what we don't understand.
I have not changed in my behavior at all, and all that has been said is White so it is indeed true. Other than people making false claims at being communist I don't see anything other than various degrees of truth. Of all the things to happen here this one is actually a good thing in my opinion. More people should be honest and not retreat to a world of lies.
[His grin is quite audible.] Ah, but sometimes, a world of lies is a world of bliss. Victims of abuse, humans who have watched the brutal murders of their friends and families... but you don't sound like someone who has any interest in that sort of morality, hm?
It certainly makes my job making diagnoses much easier - it's amazing how much humans will lie about. However, in all of the good that the honesty has brought, the claims of Communism are troublesome.
[Action] Stage 1mute_mysticJuly 17 2011, 05:19:16 UTC
[Silence can deal with Nusakan muttering to himself; it will fill the quiet that normally characterizes his visits, anyway. He knocks lightly on the doctor's door, in a way the other mystic no doubt recognizes by now...though the rapping is somewhat lighter and faster than normal, as though Silence is excited about something.]
[Action] Stage 1doctor_creepJuly 17 2011, 06:03:44 UTC
["Excited about what?" is the question, of course. Nusakan's hair is slightly out of sorts - the only abnormality outside of his muttering - as he answers the door. His expression is mildly amused, at least.]
In a hurry, Silence? [The question is arbitrary as he steps out of the other mystic's way, closing the door behind him.]
[Silence gives Nusakan a quick smile as he moves past his friend into the house. There's no question now of his eagerness; his movements are rapid, his wings are quivering with it, and Nusakan is too skilled at reading him to miss such signs.
The why is revealed quite quickly, in the swish of a blade as Silence spins once he's put some distance between them. A Mystic Blade, in fact, not so much a physical weapon as a magical manifestation of mystic power, glowing an unmistakable violet; any mystic would recognize what Silence is holding.
Of course, Nusakan knows where Silence's obsession lies - no doubt he can extrapolate why the return of a weapon that can absorb souls would excite his fellow mystic so.]
[A smile, broad and (to most anyone not Silence) frightening, cracks across his lips at the familiar swish, the faint crackling of the power as it comes to a stop.]
Mmm, so I see. [Unmistakably, there's a near purr to his voice. Lacking his own mystic weapons, Silence's obsession comes in doubly handy - and raises questions.] I don't suppose you've tried to absorb anything with it yet? Any troublesome humans, or perhaps some poor sap's pet?
I think the heavy lavender scent might have something to do with the sudden way everyone's talking about being Communists and divulging secrets. Aside from that, I can't think of anything.
Indeed, that's my hypothesis. Unfortunately, I lack the proper equipment to extract a sample of the diffused scent and test it, as current. It's a little bit frustrating.
There's a nagging... lull to the scent, actually, one that I presume would be stronger were I an average human. Lavender is said to have calming properties, but not like this.
Would you even be able to get a good analysis in time?
Normally it gives me a raging headache, but it does seem to be making a lot of people a little complacent. Which probably means we'll all be more likely to do something ridiculously stupid.
In time, but I doubt the town will give me enough time. They seem quite insubordinate, keeping these secrets from someone like myself...
[A pause, probably accompanied by a shrug.] Yes, or to find ourselves so drawn into the propaganda that we actually believe we're something we're not.
The announcement about Communists - I presume you heard them - is likely the root cause and end result of this test. Beyond that, I've little to test thus far.
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Doctor Derdot Nusakan. And yourself?
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[Pause. Public... Oh!] Ah. I was intending to reach someone in particular, yes. I believe we forgot to exchange names, however. He sounds much older than yourself - speaks with a slight accent. We were, at some point, going to exchange information about our experiments during the murderous rampage, though he mentioned that he died fairly early in.
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[N is pallid, like he hasn't slept much in the past few days. And, to be fair, he hasn't. Purrloin is close behind him, scrutinizing.]
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[Arching a brow, he steps toward N. The young man looks to be in somewhat poor health, and Nusakan does still have instincts as a doctor, hand reaching out to brush, slightly cool, against N's forehead (after moving any inconveniently placed headwear, of course).]
Do you even know what a Communist is? Nothing you've told me about yourself so far indicates Communist ideals or behaviors.
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I just... I know I am. Somewhere deep down. I have to... I have to go tell them.
[He pulls back, clearly off to run and tell Mayfield's police force, but is stopped by a very angry Purrloin latching every claw and tooth he has on the boy's leg. Luckily, his uninjured one, but it still causes him to stumble and almost lose his balance off his crutch.]
Aah! Why... why did you do that? I have to tell them!
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[Why thank you, Purrloin. Nusakan would have stopped him shortly thereafter, but that helps immensely. His hand moves from N's forehead to rest firmly on said crutch.]
You're cold and somewhat clammy - more likely than being a Communist, you're simply sick. Come, I'll check your vitals. You look as though you haven't been sleeping, and possibly eating properly - have you?
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Presuming this forced 'truth' is the only symptom is foolishness, and even if it is, how many variations of it are there? Are there levels, as there were with the implanted memories not too long ago? Are these truths even all factual, and not equally manufactured?
Ignoring these questions is even more problematic than the situation at hand, you see. We cannot fight what we don't understand.
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[His grin is quite audible.] Ah, but sometimes, a world of lies is a world of bliss. Victims of abuse, humans who have watched the brutal murders of their friends and families... but you don't sound like someone who has any interest in that sort of morality, hm?
It certainly makes my job making diagnoses much easier - it's amazing how much humans will lie about. However, in all of the good that the honesty has brought, the claims of Communism are troublesome.
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In a hurry, Silence? [The question is arbitrary as he steps out of the other mystic's way, closing the door behind him.]
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The why is revealed quite quickly, in the swish of a blade as Silence spins once he's put some distance between them. A Mystic Blade, in fact, not so much a physical weapon as a magical manifestation of mystic power, glowing an unmistakable violet; any mystic would recognize what Silence is holding.
Of course, Nusakan knows where Silence's obsession lies - no doubt he can extrapolate why the return of a weapon that can absorb souls would excite his fellow mystic so.]
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Mmm, so I see. [Unmistakably, there's a near purr to his voice. Lacking his own mystic weapons, Silence's obsession comes in doubly handy - and raises questions.] I don't suppose you've tried to absorb anything with it yet? Any troublesome humans, or perhaps some poor sap's pet?
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There's a nagging... lull to the scent, actually, one that I presume would be stronger were I an average human. Lavender is said to have calming properties, but not like this.
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Normally it gives me a raging headache, but it does seem to be making a lot of people a little complacent. Which probably means we'll all be more likely to do something ridiculously stupid.
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[A pause, probably accompanied by a shrug.] Yes, or to find ourselves so drawn into the propaganda that we actually believe we're something we're not.
The announcement about Communists - I presume you heard them - is likely the root cause and end result of this test. Beyond that, I've little to test thus far.
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