[He's only just arrived. Only just woken up, really, but this little device is a most curious thing, and Ringabel simply can't resist tinkering with it a little bit. It may even help take the edge off of his... unnerving circumstances.
It starts with a click.]
Hmm, so what happens if I press this button?
[The audio feed abruptly cuts off. What sort of miraculous device is this? It's certainly not like anything he'd seen on Luxendarc.
With another click, there's a shot of a dark room and a single bed, but like the audio, it too cuts of in a flash.
So it even captures images? What sort of sorcery is this? Even Eternia has yet to create devices this complex...
And now there are letters on the screen. Well, this calls for a little tinkering.]
test
Ah, good. Seems it's working!
[Well then, now let's see about this message...
He spends a few moments perusing the text carefully. A land without seasons sounds almost preposterous, but then, what does he know? First and foremost, he's an amnesiac, and secondly, the room he's found himself in is strange in its own right. Endless music with no apparent source, peculiar little balls. The note about a mysterious "Team Rocket." Sure, he should explore, but while he's here, he might as well get a feel for the situation.
So, right. Back to the heart of the matter...]
What a peculiar concept. If even seasons were left to a vote, then how did they command nature's whims? Was it magic? Crystals, perhaps? Mind you, this is all conjecture; I can already tell that I'm in a very different land. It's all rather foreign to me.
However, I do think that life is seldom as simple as blacks and whites, despite what Edea may say. There are always small nuances. Complexities. Shades of grey sprinkled in even the darkest of places.
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It starts with a click.]
Hmm, so what happens if I press this button?
[The audio feed abruptly cuts off. What sort of miraculous device is this? It's certainly not like anything he'd seen on Luxendarc.
With another click, there's a shot of a dark room and a single bed, but like the audio, it too cuts of in a flash.
So it even captures images? What sort of sorcery is this? Even Eternia has yet to create devices this complex...
And now there are letters on the screen. Well, this calls for a little tinkering.]
test
Ah, good. Seems it's working!
[Well then, now let's see about this message...
He spends a few moments perusing the text carefully. A land without seasons sounds almost preposterous, but then, what does he know? First and foremost, he's an amnesiac, and secondly, the room he's found himself in is strange in its own right. Endless music with no apparent source, peculiar little balls. The note about a mysterious "Team Rocket." Sure, he should explore, but while he's here, he might as well get a feel for the situation.
So, right. Back to the heart of the matter...]
What a peculiar concept. If even seasons were left to a vote, then how did they command nature's whims? Was it magic? Crystals, perhaps? Mind you, this is all conjecture; I can already tell that I'm in a very different land. It's all rather foreign to me.
However, I do think that life is seldom as simple as blacks and whites, despite what Edea may say. There are always small nuances. Complexities. Shades of grey sprinkled in even the darkest of places.