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[Compared to the other two, Oswald is much more difficult to get time with. He only appears on school grounds on Tuesdays and Sundays.
Nonetheless if you're determined... he can be found. Most of that time is spent hovering around the Faculty Office. It's almost like the Entrance Exam made him anxious of just walking around freely or something...]
Nonetheless if you're determined... he can be found. Most of that time is spent hovering around the Faculty Office. It's almost like the Entrance Exam made him anxious of just walking around freely or something...]
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[Well. He'd get the door but. Well. Step in. You'll see. As last week, it would seem he's been affected as well, if his brand new wheelchair is any indication.]
...ah. Miss Gales. Take a seat.
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They really don't care what happens to the lot of you, do they? Crivvens...
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[He shakes his head.]
But I suppose it makes sense. As teachers, if we're not willing to endure the same hardships you are, we don't have much right to consider ourselves teachers... am I right?
[It's not meant badly. In fact, he's given a lot of thought to what she said before. He quite admires her methods. They could all stand to learn a thing or two from her.]
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...I'm glad to hear you think so, I suppose. Your superiors could stand to learn a little more about, oh, I don't know, basic human decency, or the motivations of their fellow man. How not to encourage us, if they want a positive experience.
[ rebecca's pissed, in other words. ]
But, that's nothing to do with why I'm here. I think we both know the reason, Mister Hale?
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Yes of course. As I remember, you had some questions and you wanted answers.
Well anything that is mine to answer, is yours to ask.
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I take it the books in your classroom have just seen better days then. I assumed it was several years later, with how...damaged they are.
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What's the purpose of it, I'm asking.
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But most of the rooms are based on the original rooms. This was a school for particularly talented individuals. It wasn't exactly a normal school even before. The titles you have now are not entirely unlike the types of students we'd have had before. People who excelled in a particular area and wanted to study both traditional classes, as well a hone their specialties.
Anyway. We've had to move already, because an area won't be safe forever. And we're naturally prepared to do it again if we have to, to protect the students.
Anyway-- the theory that our Headmaster developed required heroes. Not in the literal sense, but those that possessed the pure qualities of one. That people with that potential would be naturally prone to immunity. Keep in mind that his theory was tested, but in a limited, controlled facility.
Right. Now. Back to the program.
But those are not necessarily quantifiable qualities. So he declared that we should test them in our school-- and he developed this "program". He made use of the existing staff, including myself to run this program. Not all accepted naturally, but enough to run the school.
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And your Headmaster, this esteemed man that he is, thought dragging in a bunch of people, from all other worlds, and subjecting them to horrible torture would draw out the most...pure of the pure, who could be immune...to D-756.
I'd request you pass on to him, that I think he's a psychotic loony. Just as an initial impression.
Why not just use people from your own world? What necessitated bringing us?
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Now we have used volunteers from our own world. With the number of people who've been affected, there are a lot who are willing to help if they can. But this illness came from another world, so-- as it became more difficult to find volunteers, it was discussed that it may be easier to find people that are immune to it in others. Some may have come in contact with it and already built up an immunity. If we could test someone like that, it would make our work a lot easier. Likewise, if we could actually find the Patient Zero that was first infected.
At least enough people thought it was worth testing.
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How did it get here? How do you know it came from another world?
[ There's so much here...she wishes she could write it down, but ugh. ]
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Around the time when the school was forced to close it's normal operations, about five years ago-- they made a breakthrough discovery which led to a new theory about time and space travel. But before the proper simulations and tests could be run, someone ran a real life test. And it worked. But it wasn't properly perfected. And afterwards we started seeing the effects.
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So, your people dragged something from another world and caused this whole...everything. Is that it?
Why is this the first we're hearing of it? For three months, you've had a whole group locked up in another house. But no mention of the D-756.
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But none of us can speak clearly about that event. We weren’t involved. And I can’t speak for the others but I’m no expery. Yet I’ve been as willing as any to answer as much as I know.
As far as we have been told it came in. We weren’t looking for it nor did we even use the ability we’d gotten access to. But apparently we opened ourselves up to it yes. That is the story that is told, yes.
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[ But, she hesitates... ]
...You sound like you have some reservations, Mister Hale. About what's been told to you.
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[As for his skepticism... she is quite right and he’s not shy to admit it.]
...wouldn’t you Miss Gales? It sounds absolutely ridiculous.
And yet what cannot be ignored is the effect it’s had on people. My brother is in a coma and countless people have died. That is the unshakeable truth that I wish were anything but. So as ridiculous as it all sounds, as little as I want to believe the reality I live in is so fragile— I am compelled to seek a solution. For my brother and for those who’ve yet preserved their lives.
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[ ...But her retort dies on her lips. His brother, is that it? The personal connection. The reason he does this, though he falters. The frustration.
For family. For...those close. Rebecca loathes to have something in common with him. ]
...So that's how it is, then. Even if they're not being truthful with you. Even if this doesn't work. Even if...our blood has to stain the path. You'll try anything. You're...desperate.
cw: suicide-like mentions
I’ve given everything that I can give, poured every last resource at my disposal to anyone who might have an answer. And all to no avail. I have no other hope. So I let them use me, the same as I would use them to reach my own goals. As long as they are able to produce real results I’m willing to give them everything. I’ll pour my own blood on that path if I must.
And yet it makes me hate it— hate myself no less.
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It's with a drained, almost cold tone that she asks her next question. ]
If that's the case...can you at least answer why you seem intent on gifting us painful memories? The things you leave outside our doors. You must know...some of their significance. Mementos of those gone, or...unflattering photos.
[ She says this, though she's thinking of the one in her room, there to greet her each morning now. ]
That hardly seems necessary, to your...cause.
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[He himself hasn't done it, but he's aware of the strange ritual.]
I'm sure they think they're doing you a service by offering you tokens from home. Likely they're too dumb to realize that they can be more painful than they are helpful.
[He has something like that himself so... he knows.]
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[ Despite the tone of the conversation, she can't help the bitterness from rising in her voice. Just wait until she sees Ashton's jacket, honestly... ]
How do they get those, anyway? Same way as...all of us?
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In complete honesty... that is not a question I’ve ever asked them. But I can do so once I’m able to visit that building again.
[Right now, in a wheelchair, there’s no truly safe way to make that trip.]
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