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[doctor_despot]

[Phone]

A thought occurred to me, friends. We're all from different worlds. Each one of our worlds follow different laws, invoke different means of progress through technology or even magic. However, they're all still very unique. Things that were impossible in one world is very possible in another. Limits exist in one while those same limits are nonexistent in others. There's little consistency.

And yet, Mayfield supports all of those with its own rules, of course. It's fascinating, isn't it? I'm sure many of you would understand!

I've been considering the idea of writing a journal, or a record, on all these different worlds and their distinctive features. Granted, it won't be all too comprehensive, but a journal filled with general, first-account information will be substantial for my purposes.

Well? Does this pique anybody's interests?

[Filtered to KINGDOM]

Ah... Would you mind coming over to headquarters for just a little while? There's someone who wants to meet all of you there.

[Action: KINGDOM]

[In the underground base of KINGDOM, past the all the series of caves and plantations, the Doctor sits waiting in his stone-carved throne. It's still not exceptionally comfortable, but thrones are what all tyrants sit in. Accompanying the Doctor in the room is Dist who doesn't seem all too well at the moment. A Red Crystal is still hovering over him, following if he should try to move away. The Doctor isn't looking at him at the moment, but across the room, waiting for more of his friends to appear.]

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[buildstherobots]

[Dist himself is slumped against the side of the throne, eyes focused intently on the crystal floating over his head. His expression is blank, and the pupil of his false eye is dilated and empty. Oh, his mind is still fighting against the effects, but it's too hard to pay attention to his body at the same time.

He'll just stay here on the floor for now.]

[prideinbattle]

[Hiling smiles at her new father and then tilts her head at the man at his feet. She remembers him vaguely and wonders why he's all spaced out. Glancing up, it might have something to do with that crystal.]

What have we here? Is this a new pet for me?

[buildstherobots]

[Gradually Dist shifts his focus to the person in front of him, but he can't find the clarity to say anything. He wants to - his temper flares up momentarily at the question - but the fog is just too thick. The words aren't coming together. Dist actually has to stop trying and settle again when he starts getting a suspiciously red headache.

Sorry, the light's on but there's definitely no one home.]

[prideinbattle]

[Hiling just laughs, amused at the situation. She leans in to get a better look at him. Nope, definitely not all there. But why, she's not sure. She's slightly curious.]

I think he's defective. Cute, though.

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[sanctus_dei]

[Theo shows up, eyebrows raised in amusement as he takes a seat.]

I heard you were back. Didn't know this would be here again, too. Lo and behold.

[He cocks his head in Dist's direction.] Who's that.

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[doctor_despot]

Ah, Theo. It's nice seeing you again.

[He gives a casual smile and doesn't even bother looking towards Dist's direction when asked.]

He's a former friend. Sold us out to a rival group, it seems.

[sanctus_dei]

To a rival group? Who?

[Action]

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

[The Major smirks as he sees Dist, taking a seat.]

Had a talk with our little rat, I see.

[Action]

[doctor_despot]

Oh, yes. We had a lengthy, detailed chat, but I think he understands now that it was a mistake to turn against us.

If he was capable of speech, maybe he would apologize.

[Action]

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

I see.

[The Major leans over, peering at Dist.]

How unfortunate. Is there any way to make him speak?

Perhaps..."program" him to carry a message?

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[doctor_despot]

Back to the hand that feeds?

[No doubt that's what the Major had in mind. This is a perfect way to make an example to them as well, but he was wary of sending a direct message to them like this. After all, he does want to keep his new servant the way he was.]

[Action]

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

Indeed.

It will be a rather simple message, too.

[Action]

[doctor_despot]

Your answer, Major, is yes. I can indeed have him deliver a message to that nice fellow in green.

What did you have in mind?

[Action]

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

No. Not to Edward. Preferably when he isn't there, but the others are.

As for the message?

"Pray for death."

[Action]

[doctor_despot]

... Ah. That's simple enough. Although, if it's all the same to you, I would actually prefer to keep the messenger boy alive. Things are much nicer when he's obedient.

[Action]

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

I made no suggestion to kill him, my friend!

[Action]

[doctor_despot]

They might show him pity. And death is at times a form of pity, especially when the mortal question concerns a sad beast like our former friend.

[Action]

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

Does it truly matter friend?

In a months time, two months time, death is going to visit all of them. If he should die, simply take him over again. It's not as if Dist has much in the way of will.

[Action]

[doctor_despot]

Oh, that was never my concern. I don't expect him to fight back all that effectively.

[Granted, though, the man figured out the source of the Doctor's power... Although, it's difficult to not notice how much the crown stands out in contrast to his doctor's uniform.]

However, I would prefer to keep Dist around if only to let people know that I'm capable of devising a permanent punishment in place of death.

[Action]

[buildstherobots]

[It's not very noticeable, but Dist has started focusing intently on the Doctor's words. It's likely a side effect of the Demon Crown's control over him; he simply can't help it. Anything the Doctor says cuts straight through the fog, and his head has turned to face him, expression no longer dead, no longer blank.

He's still in there, somewhere. He's filing this all away, keeping it in storage. He has a master now, and he doesn't have the option of ignoring him.]

[Action]

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

[Permanent, Doctor? Really? The Major would contest that, with all that happens in this town, but he'll let you imagine it for now. After all, he'd think it would be rather rude to take the Doctor's fun from him after he just got back. He supposes it's only right to let him experiment and play for the moment.]

I see.

Can you only control one at a time?

[Action]

[doctor_despot]

Hardly. Controlling up to a single town would be effortless.

[He does enjoy bragging.]

[Action]

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

That's just what I wanted to hear my friend.

That's just what I wanted to hear.

[phone]

[noluckduck]

Sure, why the hell not. [Mostly, she's pinged by the fact that it sounds a lot like something an acquaintance back home would do.]

[Phone]

[hell_wheel]

I'd be curious to see what you come up with.

Phone

[imbodytemp]

I...I'm glad you're back Mr. D-d-d-date I'd be glad to help...

[Despite the fact that he doesn't sound so glad.]

[inthebones]

Oh.

You're back.

[This is spoken in the same tone as one would remark, "Oh. I stepped in something."]

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[italktomyplants]

That'd be a nice record. It'd help when others arrive too.