You think... everything out there really is gone?
You think... everything out there really is gone?
I'm not sure exactly what we found out there, but I don't think it pleasant. It's like a puzzle of some sort; as if worlds are jumbled together. It looks like what's been happening on the other floors, but... different. It's almost as though that sort of thing is what that place is made of.
I'm sure this sounds quite mad, but it's almost as though it's spreading, like an illness, to the other floors. I've seen it around already, but if that's the case, how can it happen? Locations certainly aren't contagious. But there was so many pieces of what looked like different places in that place that I'm certain weren't on what floors I've already seen.
I'm sure I don't know what's going on, but I don't think it'll do us any good.
Dammit... How long have I been out?!
A, Anyway, just let me know if you've seen her or not! I've got a score to settle!
I do hope that he wasn't up to any... unsightly business. Though does anything good come from visiting those other floors? Goodness; I hope she's all right. Perhaps someone should go check on her...
To understand how the heart works, one must comprehend its balance and what happens when that balance is lost. How does it function with an abundance of darkness? Of Light?
How much until it is thrown over the edge, to a point of no return?
Each heart reacts differently - should they not all operate the same? How are we able to understand anything if our subjects are not on the same controlled level? I wonder, is it possible to reshape a person's heart, so that then we will be able to do our testing properly?
PROJECT F - EXPERIMENT NO. 1
SPECIMEN DESIGNATION: Laharl
PROCEDURE: Injections of darkness, followed by a single injection of pure light.
RESULTS: As a creature of darkness, the subject was able to accept large amounts of darkness, during which he began to take on the physical traits of a common Heartless (glowing eyes, visible and palpable aura of darkness). He reacted poorly to the injection of light, however, and rather forcefully escaped from the laboratory.
CONCLUSIONS: Like accepts like. Creature of darkness may not be able to handle light and vice-versa.
UNANSWERED QUESTIONS: Whether the light acted as a catalyst against darkness injected or against natural darkness.
POSSIBLE FUTURE EXPERIMENTS: Injections either entirely of light or darkness.
PROJECT E - EXPERIMENT NO. 6
SPECIMEN DESIGNATION: Zidane Tribal
PROCEDURE: Injections of darkness.
RESULTS: Subject entered injured and was revived with potion before injections, which may have affected results. Subject was completely unable to assimilate any darkness and instead gained powers not unlike those of the Heartless.
CONCLUSIONS: Creatures of light do not react well to darkness. Weaker hearts may not stand up to darkness well.
UNANSWERED QUESTIONS: To what extent the injury and potion affected results (if at all), Strength of subject's heart to begin with, Amount of darkness needed to make subject lose his heart completely.
POSSIBLE FUTURE EXPERIMENTS: Further injections of darkness.
[and then there's the sounds of struggling, as though Yorda is fighting with all her might to break free, and of heavy, sure footsteps and soft, dragging ones on strange earth. And there's a terrified gasp and a quiet sob - Yorda again - and the noises abruptly vanish.
Many more moments of relative silence pass, with only the sound of soft winds rustling through crystalline leaves, until the distinct sound of a curious chocobo picking at something - probably journal keys]
[and suddenly, the recording cuts out]
Has there been anyone here who's seen this 'Organization' before?
Indeed, I believe this might prove to be useful. For now I will leave a notice for my master, the soon-to-be Overlord Mao, the most evil Overlord the universe shall know.
Young Master please refrain from staying close to Miss Yorda.
She's worse than a delinquent and a terrible influence
(Trying to keep her at bay 24/7 is getting on my nerves.)
Young Master, always keep in mind that you're an honor student!
As for the rest of you, don't meddle, it's troublesome.
Mao, please come back soon. There is something wrong.
All are welcome to join me. [Even if you are a heartless back-stabber. Just know Mufasa will be watching you like a hawk.]
If you are unsure how to find it, I will show you the way.
Anyway, I'm Rory. I imagine you must get this a lot but I'm looking for someone. Someones, maybe. One would be a woman with gorgeous red hair and answers to the name Amy. She's my wife, by the way, so please don't try anything. Second, a man with a bow tie and goes by...just The Doctor. I know they tend to run off but I don't think they'd ever pitch me out of the TARDIS and then disappear.
So, yeah, if you could give me a start on that I'd really appreciate it. Thanks.
[Ed sets down the journal, still recording, and a strange sound comes through the mic.]
There. That's better!
[Ed transmuted a lamp post to make the top look like a gargoyle, the eyes serving as the place where the light would come out.]
How are you? Fantastic! Look at yourself, now back to my post. Now back to yourself. Now back to my post! Sadly, this post is not yours. But if you were to help me find the Doctor - or a Doctor, your post could be like mine. Look down. Back up! Where are you? You're standing before the Tardis with a man, or two men, either which you could help find. What's in your hand? Back at me. I have it. It's a replica of that thing you love. Look again! That thing is now a puppy!
Anything is possible when you help a genie find a Doctor that isn't Lenard McCoy.
I'm in a castle.
So I have a question for everyone! You don't have to answer, but I think it'd be more fun if you did.
Do you have a dream? Something you want more than anything else in the world? If so... what is it?
If anyone sees her, could you let me know? [A frustrated sigh.] She could be practically anywhere at this point.
Meanwhile, let's hope it isn't catching, geez...
I am afraid. I do not want to be near these people.
Please help me. Is anyone nearby?
Alright, when’s this? This isn’t where I set the coordinates. The air smells… off. It’s an artificial world, isn’t it? Ah-hah, so that’s it. Right, then. I'm the Doctor; what seems to be the problem here? And don’t tell me there isn’t; I know trouble when I see it, and this is definitely troublesome. No, not the end of the uni – ah, maybe. But that’s alright, I’ve done this before, I’ll do it again. It’s the universe; something’s got to happen. So, then, what is it? Is there despair? Danger? Is the tea getting cold? Blimey, I hate it when that happens.
I can reset the TARDIS coordinates to five minutes past Amelia later. This is brilliant! New-old world where something’s not quite right; classic.
But! Let us not get all tangled up in the details, mmm? [low chuckle] No, I'm here to talk about the tricky matter of business.
I don't expect any of you to know this, but I've quite the hand at magic. And, though I fully admit to a little misconduct in the past, I'm more than happy to help the poor, innocent, suffering and unfortunate souls like yourselves. Yes, yes, magic doesn't make the world go 'round, but it's more reliable than you think!
Everyone has secret wishes, pets, make no mistake about that. Things you looong for that you simply can't ask for, to say nothing of actually possessing! And if you did try to get your heart's desire, what happens then? [a slight growl enters her voice] Judgement.
If you find yourself in need of what you can't get for yourself, seek me out. Follow the river down from the Niflheim gate to the ocean beyond. There, you will see a single torch in the shore. Light it and wait. I'll be there.
[and back to the musical lilt] Let's make a deal, my friends.