Report 001 [Action/Accidental Voice]

[semper_cogitans]

(OOC: Sorry for taking forever to do an intro post! Dx; Artblock for icons is still eating me alive, so Robert may not be as emotional as he should be for a bit. I'll clarify most of his emotions out of habit anyway, but... argh. Will try to do something about this soon.)

[A short distance outside of the main cluster of shops and buildings in

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[Voice]

[no_use_running]

[Definitely pinged by the logical thought process. The voice that answers is a woman's, calm and sure itself on these scientific grounds.]

This is a place called Luceti. The development in evolution and technology here is remarkable. Being here alone proves several hypotheses related to multiversal theory. It is a different dimension.

[Action/Accidental Voice]

[semper_cogitans]

[He perks up at the strange voice, a voice that is clearly not his and appears to come from absolutely nowhere.] ... Somebody is addressing me? [He swivels his head around, looking for the signs of a figure, but all he notices is a small journal on the ground, its pages askew.] ... Well, it appears that my addresser's voice has come from this device.

... [Robert leans in closer to the little book, looking at it with a skeptical expression.] This is the strangest nanocomputer design that I have ever witnessed. In fact, it bears resemblance to a device I once saw in a museum... pathetically ancient, that, but it was amusing nonetheless. I believe it was referred to as a "book".

[His interest is instantly piqued by the word "multiversal".] A multiversion? This... "Luceti" is a multiversion? But I have never heard that name on record before in the databanks. Are you a Terran astrophysicist, by any chance? Or perhaps a biophysicist? [He's being a lot more vocal than he would normally... his voice is obviously laced with discomfort, but

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[no_use_running]

These aren't normal books. [The voice turns a bit more intense in its earnestness.] I'll show you.

[A moment later, a small sketch of a fish will appear on the journal.] Books from back home couldn't have done this.

[Tactfully ignoring calling books 'primitive' is go.]

[Accidental Voice]

[semper_cogitans]

[Robert can't help but be surprised at this. Though this is perfectly possible for nanocomputers - indeed, it'd probably have been three-dimensional - he wasn't aware of the exact capabilities of the device. Robert picks the journal up, bringing it closer to his face to study the drawing.] Most fascinating, indeed... It is strange that you would refer to this as a "book" when it behaves in most ways like a nanocomputer. Although there seems to be no immediate way in which to perform most functions. [He studies the journal interface closely, noting several things about its setup.] ... This device appears to be mostly slated for communications, so it is not quite a nanocomputer that I am familiar with. [Curiously, he draws his finger across the screen, attempting to interact with it.]

[After a moment's pause, he seems to shift tones a bit, back to his initial curiosity.] I had a primary concern about this place. It appears that I have been experimented upon... Though I would have been most willing to participate in a study were I

[Voice]

[not_meatbuns]

I'm afraid those wings are a part of you now, like it or not. Please be careful with them; they're something of a lifeline here.

[Sup fellow scientist!]

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[semper_cogitans]

[The suddenness of a strange voice from what appears to be an empty forest is shocking. Robert fearfully glances around himself, almost comically, before realizing the presence of the small device only a few feet away.]

A "lifeline"? What would these wings, which for all intents and purposes are non-vital organs, have to do with my continued existence? And what is this device with which we are communicating? It is like no nanocomputer that I have ever before seen...

[He picks up the device so that it rests against his bare, cold chest, distracted from the discomfort of frostbite by the strangeness of the situation.] If I am at all frank, I must confess that I have absolutely no idea where I am, and that is not normally a situation I am privy to.

[Voice]

[not_meatbuns]

Yes, I'm sorry to say that's rather normal for most of us when we first arrive here. You're in a place called Luceti... we were all brought here by a group of scientists known as the Malnosso.

[Just... trying not to smile as the journal view is nothing but skin. Oh, New Feathers. She's grateful he didn't wake up in her tub, at least.] Please, just believe me when I say those wings are very important to your survival here. Even just losing feathers can cause severe pain and pose a threat to your health.

[Accidental Voice]

[semper_cogitans]

[Again with this place called "Luceti".] I have never heard of Luceti before now... I can only presume that it must be a multiversion of a planet that has simply never been explored.

Scientists? [His voice perks up considerably.] Perhaps I ought to make a formal inquiry towards them. They are likely people of reason if they are scientists. [Hello, No True Scotsmen fallacy! Though Robert's yet to meet a scientist who did irrational things, so it's also naïvete on his part.] And if they are the ones responsible for this wing graft, then they are very skilled geneticists - though that does not excuse the violation of my personal bodily integrity rights.

[He listens to the description of the wings.] A good scientist never accepts a hypothesis without initial testing. Though I suppose that it would be a poor time to test it, were it to be true, as I'm already in a bad enough situation here already. Half-naked in the snow... bah. If these Malnosso scientists wish to have my input in their study, it would do well for them to make sure I

[voice] logic, meet the nega-logic

[thederpyone]

Wow, you figured out pretty fast that this isn't a dream! Makes sense, since you sound like a talking textbook.

[Accidental Voice] oh god what is this

[semper_cogitans]

...

[Cue Robert doing the whole "looking around in a panicked sort of way" thing again, until he once more discovers the thing responsible for broadcasting the voice. (He's going to have to get used to this one.)]

I am well-aware of the extent of my rational abilities, thank you very much. [His tone is a little sarcastic, but most of it is from irritation and fear. He doesn't mean to sound like a douche, really!] Now if you'll excuse me, I must ascertain my location. Or would you perhaps know anything about where I currently am? [He doesn't really want to ask this dolt for information - haughty intellectual that he is - but any port in a storm...]

[Voice] THIS. IS. KEVIIIIIIIIIIIIN. >8U

[thederpyone]

Well I...don't really know what that means, but this place is called Luceti. [A beat.] Have you met any talking cats yet?

[Accidental Voice] I'm scared man :|

[semper_cogitans]

[Of all the people he had to ask for information, it was this kind of person. Robert steels himself a bit.]

"Luceti". Hmm... I can't recall that from any of the databases I've ever perused, but it's quite possible that I simply overlooked it...

[Robert falls silent at the next sentence. Did this person really just ask that question?]

... Was... was that a rhetorical question? Because, I assure you, cats do not generally talk. Well, unless the cat in question is a manufactured anthropoid, but that's something of an exception... [Robert trails off, realizing that this person probably has absolutely no idea what he means. It's downright irritating, but he can't do anything about other peoples' ignorance - yet, anyway.]

[voice]

[folkloristic]

Oh dear. Do be careful with those wings. They're rather sensitive!

[Accidental Voice]

[semper_cogitans]

[Robert double-takes a bit, but by now he's starting to get used to this strange communications device talking. Unless all of this happened at the same time technically. (OOC: I still need to get used to that.)] And this person seems earnest, even if the statement is odd.

Sensitive? In what manner? I would presume that these wings would be no more sensitive than any other limb. It's not as if there is generally many nerve endings concentrated in wings, after all... at least, not from my experience.

[Voice]

[folkloristic]

[ (ooc: You can technically treat each reply as a different time. It doesn't matter really. Whatever is cool for you! :c) Helios is and he's a bit concerned since you're a New Feather and it's rather cold outside. ]

Ah! Well, they're connected to you in such a way that if the feathers are plucked or damaged you run the risk of becoming very sick or worse. It's...a bit strange, I know, but--um are you alright? You're not outside are you? [ Maybe the Malnosso were nice enough to drop people in a building...doubtful though. ]

[Accidental Voice]

[semper_cogitans]

(OOC: Thanks! xD; Just... still new at this whole thing. D:)

[Robert looks skeptical - but somewhat concerned - at this information.] That doesn't seem to make very much sense. How could damaging these wings cause me injury beyond localized bleeding?... [He trails off, realizing with the man's words that he's outside, half-naked and barefoot in the snow. He'd actually almost forgotten that while he was busy trying to rationalize where he was.]

Well... Actually, I am outside. [He feels a little ridiculous now, actually.] I... suppose it would be prudent for me to get to shelter. From where I am, I can see a few buildings - frightfully angular-looking ones, but they do appear to be artificial structures - so I suppose I could take temporary shelter there, provided my less-than-professional appearance is excused for the time being. [Robert pulls himself up into a standing position with the journal in one hand, both to get himself off the freezing ground and to get a somewhat better vantage point.]

[action]

[thestormishere]

[ This might be Lightning's first 'New Feather' cycle as someone who isn't extremely new herself, but that certainly doesn't mean she doesn't immediately recognize the signs of a new arrival. Especially when they're hanging around prone and half-naked when she still feels like she's about to freeze to death, wearing as much clothing as she thinks she can get away with.

So have a stern soldier girl with cotton-candy pink hair, mismatched wings, and a huge holstered weapon, approaching with both caution and purpose. ]

Hey, you alright?

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[semper_cogitans]

[Robert looks up. It was meant to be a cursory, emotionless glance - all hope of that dies as soon as he sees the gigantic weapon strapped to the girl in front of him. Such a weapon instantly pushes his panic button.]

Bloody hell - [He sputters a bit.] What manner of barbaric torture device are you carrying around with you, and for what purpose?! [Robert WOULD scoot away, but there really isn't anywhere to go, so he sort of just cringes in place.]

[thestormishere]

[ .... Okaaaay. With its presence pointed out, Lightning nearly puts a hand on the grip of the weapon, but then thinks better of it instead. Instead, her expression just turns unimpressed and stays that way as she answers. ]

It's a gunblade.

[Action]

[semper_cogitans]

[Gun... blade?]

Far be it from me to understand the conventions of warfare... [He's recovered from the initial shock, but Robert's voice is still laced with fear. It takes him a moment to realize that the person in front of him has wings as well, and bright pink hair. The hair isn't so much an issue - one can alter that fairly easily - but the fact she has wings intrigues him. It's enough to override his initial terror with some curiosity.

Nevertheless, when he speaks again, his tone is still timid.]

... You were also given a wing graft? They dared to do so with you possessing that weapon? Or was it willing in your case?