revelation-research

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The man's lip curls, displeased with the mess being made of his otherwise spotless room.

"To me? Ha," the sound of laughter that drags from his throat is hardly one, more of a bitter sigh, "I don't believe in Paradise."

And then he smiles. "That's what makes me perfect for developing a place like this, isn't it? I've no illusions of what it should be, only what it is."

Though he does not elaborate on this, because his attention turns instead to Kallen. The mentions of Penacony seem to make his eye twitch, and he sniffs at her evident anger. Another adjustment of his glasses and the return of his companion to his shoulder.

"I prefer the term performers," he clicks his tongue, "the human concern for such an unreachable concept is the most interesting thing about them. You don't agree?" The bird squawks a looping laugh track, as though it has been programmed to do so. To the woman's proper question, however, he huffs an irritated sigh. It would seem his need to hear his own voice outweighs his interest in ensuring only a single question is answered.

"Because your story is over, but you are not the only people on this planet. You'll be free to go when this all ends, which it will." Of this he sounds certain. "You merely have to see it through to its finale, or else I'd have done all this work for nothing."

@memoriauteur @neverendingdeath @avcnturine

⋆✦₊‧ — PURGATORIO.

Blade, Mr. Reca, & Kallen. — Revelation 2025 : Research.

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"Good, glad to see we can all get along." To the woman, at her confirmation that the poor creature will not be sent skyward again.

Fingertips come together in a tent, fluorescent lights reflecting off the lenses of his glasses as Jude turns to the first to inquire. He looks displeased at whom, and sighs when the question has finally been phrased.

"It's Paradise alright," he says with a sniff, "that's what it's designed to be. It begs the question of what the word means to you, but I'd guarantee it means something."

His eyes look idly to his hands, which have begun to fidget.

"Is it an ideal? A promise? Is Paradise a beach or the height of luxury? Is Paradise heaven? The end of all things? Does Paradise have an end?"

The man shrugs, pushes his glasses higher on his nose.

"Empyrea is whatever Paradise is," as though it were obvious and as though he makes any sense, "that is its nature and its purpose. So then the truest answer lies within yourself."

@virtuouslife @neverendingdeath

⋆✦₊‧ — PURGATORIO.

Blade, Mr. Reca, & Kallen. — Revelation 2025 : Research.

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The strange man returns in even more of a hurry than he had left. Dinner must not have gone so well, as he appears to all the world impossibly disheveled. He hardly pays any attention to the three figures behind the glass, one hand over his mouth and the other moving rapidly over that tablet from before, which is being held in place by a very displeased looking bird.

"I told you-" he's speaking to nobody, muttering intensely as he pivots on his heel to begin pacing. The bird squawks and beats its wings to keep up. "I said it was a big deal, but nooooooooooooo. It's always 'Jude you never have time for us anymore.' Well us never has time for the st-"

His shoes squeak on the floor when he halts, abruptly enough to send his crow friend careening past him. One hand catches the tablet, though the bird is not so fortunate. He adjusts his glasses with the other, stares through the glass. That's right.

As though he had not forgotten entirely about his company, he clears his throat. "My most respectful of guests," he sneers, "do you make habits of destroying the property of your host?"

The bird yet again returns, this time flapping its wings to coax a desk chair towards its owner. The man, Jude, sinks into it with a sigh.

"You have questions. I will answer one from each of you. If-" He looks to blade, eyes narrowed. "-you stop it with throwing that damned frog."

@virtuouslife @neverendingdeath

⋆✦₊‧ — PURGATORIO.

Blade, Mr. Reca, & Kallen. — Revelation 2025 : Research.

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A rather loud sniff is the only reaction the man gives.

"Because off-world is expensive," he retorts, seeming particularly annoyed with the eccentric one. In fact his mouth opens like he might argue further, but it snaps shut at the sudden pinging of his tablet. He forgoes continuing for muttering something under his breath and tapping frantically away at the screen.

It pings again and then again, and with a frustrated huff a hand comes to adjust an earpiece.

"Yes," the man grumbles into it, "yes I know. There's been a- No, I don't care what we have for dinner. There's be- yes that's fine. Th-" He pinches the bridge of his nose. "There's been a minor error in the lab. It- I do not care about the wine!"

He scowls at the three figures behind the glass as though they have anything to do with this.

"I'll be there," into his receiver. The bird on his shoulder begins laughing again, and the man points towards the ceiling where a flashing light indicates a camera.

"One hour. Do not bother trying to escape. I will return."

And with that he storms past the edges of the window and is gone.

@virtuouslife @memoriauteur @neverendingdeath

⋆✦₊‧ — PURGATORIO.

Blade, Mr. Reca, & Kallen. — Revelation 2025 : Research.

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The man, who peers back from behind a pair of thick-lensed wire frames, does not seem at all startled by the shouting woman, nor does he pay any much mind to the gruff question posed by one of the two men. The crow on his shoulder cocks its head mechanically every 5 seconds, you count four before he speaks.

"You are here," he answers, uselessly, "and your friends are out there."

He paces along the window, fingers twiddling idly with his collar. His every inch is befitting of a researcher, lab coat and slacks, a sweater vest paired nicely over a button down. The clothes seem ill-fitting, however, as though they were bought a size too large or perhaps there is no such size to fit a man so narrow and angular.

"You have each done your part, and so the story up above dictates you remain here until its end. This is very simple, there is no need to be so loud."

He speaks as though it is obvious, and also as though he is being very gravely inconvenienced by having to explain it. His companion loops a sound like squawked laughter.

@virtuouslife @memoriauteur @neverendingdeath

⋆✦₊‧ — PURGATORIO.

Blade, Mr. Reca, & Kallen. — Revelation 2025 : Research.

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( Blade, Kallen Kaslana, Mr. Reca )

The afterlife looks different than you imagined it would. The afterlife looks bright, at first. Your eyes struggle to adjust not just to light but the sheer amount of it, white walls and ceilings greet you, a white floor too if you're so inclined to investigate such a thing so soon. The afterlife looks like a hospital, sterile and not a thing out of place. It looks like a row of examination beds, like rows upon rows of them. Not a single one is empty, but the contents of each have been draped in sheets. The afterlife is a morgue, or maybe it isn't. Because you are alive. You can feel your heart beating, warmth beneath your skin. This is not the afterlife, the fluorescent lights are not heaven. They are a lab, and you are one of a hundred of its rats. Two beds that are not your own have begun to shift, it seems you are not the only living thing here. "Boss!" Something squawks, its voice just automated enough to assure you that it is not among the beating hearts in the room. "Look alive, look alive!" You're not sure how you didn't notice him before, how you didn't notice the window that seems to span an entire wall. Behind it is a man, slightly slouched and nose deep in what would appear to be a tablet. A mechanical bird perches on his shoulder, the source of the squawking, and pecks at his ear until he looks up finally. Two fingers to the bridge of his glasses to push them upright, he seems to sigh. "Ah. It would be about that time..." He wrinkles his nose. "It seems the game's over for you."

Where the hell are you?

Definitely not dead, that much is for sure! Though you're not to sure what this is, either... Welcome to your enclosure for the rest of the event! If you're lucky, maybe a few more faces will be finding their way here too.

So what can I do?

Consider yourself apart of the secret fifth team! This group is different than the others, however, as you will not be getting the same narrative updates as the others.

You may:

Interact amongst yourselves (and any new faces to join your crowd.)

Interact with this blog. That weird man isn't always in the window, but you're more than welcome to flag him down and see what you might can learn about this whole situation.

You may not:

Interact with other groups or start new interactions with anyone outside of this one.

I'm not in this group, what does my muse know?

Nothing. As far as anyone outside of this team is aware, the characters within it are dead. Any information divulged in interactions between muses here is not known by your characters. Please avoid metagaming.