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[There is no explanation for the scribbling. No signature, no definitive writing style or indication to who it could be. The screen has been blocked by something, the name - no where to be seen.

It's obvious someone is disguising their handwriting. But who? And why?

One thing's for sure. They're not in their right mind.]

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already there's nothing to do. nothing to see nothing to plan nothing to doooooooo

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you lot are no help either

Sheep. All of you. No one dares question, fight or kick and scream. Like Schrödinger's cat. Dead and alive people. Dead and alive.

Just laying down and dying. Nobody clawing their way out of the box.

Bad kittens.

Don't worry. I'll help.

Someone has to teach you to live again. All of you, grown so comfortable in limbo. Disgusting.

Time to wake up.

Any cats that will claw and bite?

Any that already have?

Or are there any other Schrödingers here? The ones with all the questions and all the answers?

tick tock tick tock tick tock

[The journal was blocked, and would remain so.]

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Oh goody. Another wait and see type...

Horny sheep, then.

My advice: Give yourself some 'metime' and get over it. No one here's worth fucking.

[To Isaac, a 'horny sheep' means a ram, and that in turn suggests aggression and virility... which are not unfitting words to associate with him.]

How very considerate of you to think of me and to impart your wisdom.

Not many literally, but in the sense of experiences, sure. This is nothing. They don't bother with everyone aside from the wings upon arrival. There are good chances you will run free forever. The possibility is unsettling, being at the mercy of 'mad scientists'. But there are far more overbearing, inescapable outfits.

This place has talking ponies and ninja turtles. I don't see much of a difference.

[The kind of person who would write like this, and the effort taken to disguise its origins... Hm.]

Oh? Just how do you plan to teach us how to live?

[ ... it hits home. But it must be more than he realizes. How could he know she grew up a puppet, little better than a slave for those more powerful than she to control and make dance? She quite literally has spent her whole life at the end of strings, strings always controlled by a shadowy Organization she could never stop or truly escape.

Yes. A pet, perhaps. A poppet.

She is fine with it. And that disturbs her for the first time in a very long time. ]

You don't have any right to say that. I hate the Malnosso as much as anyone. But-

I don't know why I'm trying. You won't listen, whoever you are.

[Out of all the things he expected to see upon looking into the journals today, this wasn't one of them. It's almost, almost like something Hao would say, the general idea at least, but the words definitively aren't his. Just as they aren't completely Yoh's own words even if they reflect in glimpses his own thoughts, specially thoughts he once had and threw away. Maybe that's why he doesn't need to wonder what this person is talking about or what he means. He doesn't need to wonder about how to reason with this person, he knows already that it's not an easy feat, the change has to come from the inside, not the outside. He can try, of course, but he knows the result already, just as he is starting to suspect which will be the end of the Shaman Fight.

Without names this can't be made private, but it doesn't matter. Yoh blocks his own camera before he starts to write. His handwriting is disguised easily, even without having a spirit possessing him, his own body still remembers certain things, like a different handwriting for example.]

Humans are creatures that go against nature laws. They hate change, unless they are the ones to produce it and control it. When faced with the unknown they just care about destroying it rather than about discover something new. Everyone watches the same things, get moved by the same things, think the same things, and they like it that way because it means there's no need to think, to make any effort, they just like to be herded. It's in the core of their nature.

They don't mean harm or bad, but they can't act against their nature. It's not fair to blame them for it. I don't think your game is one anyone will like, but I'm sure everyone here won't be bored playing it with you.

[Where "playing with you" means "going against you" for many reasons. First, because the way he talks doesn't inspire anything good in the future. Second, because he aims for change and just by their very nature, most of the people here, humans, will go against it. Even if Yoh's wrong and is just reading too much or letting his own thoughts guide him to what this person means and they just mean good, he doubts the people here will like it. One thing is clear, Lupin said that things didn't seem to change much here, but it seems that Yoh has arrived at a time in which that pattern will end.]

I'm getting pretty tired of that stupid metaphor. There's only so many times you can talk about Schrödinger's cat box before it just gets old, you know.

Oh? Are you going to play, or are you going to find a way out of here?

It's pretty obvious you don't even get it.

[There is the sound of muffled, sarcastic applause, as though the one applauding was wearing gloves.

And without saying a word, Rogue flips on her Mp3 player to have the journal record this song.

These people who thought they were so superior to others were all the same. This is just a different branch of crazy. Not what she wants to see, not what she likes to see at all - she has no doubt that this particular person could be very dangerous. It was better not to give them any form of power. It was better not to give them fear, or respect. Not when this was the game they were playing.

Bring it.]

Edited 2012-03-30 14:57 (UTC)