#030066

[passio]

The creatures from the well.

I don’t think they’re merely dolls or monsters. I think something is wrong with the well. When I used my purification on them, I was able to extract a feeling. They were once human. It’s as if everything that made up who “they” were was ripped out of them, but this town has shown me what mindless dolls feel like before.

This is different.

I know they’re dangerous, but I’m afraid to kill any more of them. Please be careful.

[ so panicked is this message that dextera forgets to include his name, but really, by this point in time, most people should know his hex code anyway. ]

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[wooden_one]

Come in.

[The voice is calm, composed...maybe someone would even describe it as cold and intimidating.

And the person inside is as the voice implied aloof and imposing, with a his elegant features set in a severe expression. Dressed in white, he's every inch the grandmaster he's supposed to be.

...the workshop, however, is at odds with this image because it's a huge mess. There are parts on the floor, on the table, on the only bench in the room. There's a half finished mecha leaning against a table. It's like someone just haphazardly left parts and sharp pointy bits all over the place.

(Which is exactly what happened, really.)]

Watch your step.

[passio]

[ dextera doesn’t know what he needs to watch his step for until he’s actually inside, and the surprise cuts through his somewhat somber mood. it looks like the laboratory of a mad scientist, rather than a “workshop,” per se. ]

Um…

[ … ]

I brought it.

[wooden_one]

[He finishes doing...whatever he was in the process of, before putting the tool and part in his hands on the table.

He watches Dextera for a moment. His expression almost seemingly judging before he stands up, having decided that it was best not to risk this person tripping.

So he stepped towards him. His steps light but sure like he's...used to this, really. Which might say a lot about the state of this room at all times.

He scoffed.]

There wouldn't be any point if you hadn't.

[passio]

[ this man didn’t seem quite so cold over text, so dextera can’t help but wonder if he did something wrong to be received this way. ]

Right… sorry.

[ he glances around, clearly nervous. ]

Should I put it somewhere?

[wooden_one]

[He's just Like That.]

You can just hold it.

[And then, in a flash of gold light, there's what looks like a willow branch in his hand. Except it's a whip.]

[passio]

[ dextera automatically flinches away from the light, but he doesn’t seem afraid of the whip. he’s looking at it curiously, in fact, as he reveals the crystal for whatever method needs to be used. ]

What is…?

[wooden_one]

This TianWen. It's a Holy Weapon and its ability is Judge. It can compel being to tell the truth. If used on a soul, it allows me to communicate with it.

[Naturally, the soul couldn't lie.]

[passio]

I… I see.

[ dextera doesn’t think he likes that, but luckily, it isn’t being used on him. ]

There’s nothing that I could get out of this that I haven’t mentioned. It’s so empty.