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[The written portion of this entry was made sometime earlier in the day. The handwriting has been disguised to avoid recognition and people will see a cloaked figure with a mask when they respond to him]

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I have a few curious questions. If you're comfortable sharing your thoughts, I'd like to hear a little about the other kinds of experiments people have experienced here. What was the worst experiment you've been through, what experiment seem the most harmless to you?

The experiment that occur this past week was my first here in Luceti, so I'm rather curious to hear some interesting stories of people's previous experiences with these experimentation.

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And also, how many of you actually like being here?

[A little later on in the day, after Alexei has finish pondering and talking to people through the journal, he decides to go and check on Casey about something. Finding that she wasn't in, he goes back to his room to call her through the journal.]

[Voice-Filtered to Casey - 95% Unhackable]

Captain. I have a request for you.

[Action]

[After all of this, Alexei can be found lingering near the Welcome Center in the Plaza. He was not in his disguise at this point, as he was there to meet with someone]

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There has only been one other massive scale experiment in my time here, with a variety of effects. I was reverted to a child in that instance.

This land has promise, but for our captors. The Malnosso who so freely manipulate others in form for reasons that are unknown and likely arbitrary, and then demand that those same victims fight for them are an undesirable set of hosts at best.

Commandant? What is it?

Really. Did you still retain your memories as a child, or were you truly a child?

And yet, we cannot stand up against them, for it is because of them that were are still here. Is that right?

Have you familiarize yourself with the layout of the village?

For the most part, yes.

I was a child in every sense of the word. In my mind, I had somehow been brought here from my prison cell--not from my "present" five centuries later.

If that is of greater concern to you. The simple truth is that at present, the Malnosso have greater power than what can be overcome. And as they've made even death meaningless somehow, they've also taken away even the hope of dying while fighting for freedom.

Then do you know about the Battle Dome? I was thinking about investigating that structure today and I would like for you accompany me.

I've heard about it, but I haven't really looked into it either. Mostly because I don't have my bow with me. [something she has been trying to find a suitable replacement for, but really wasn't having much luck.]

But I would be more than happy to accompany you, Commandant.

[There is a pause]

You have lived quite a long time. Far pass the standard life span I am used to.

A cycle with no end. Surprise no one has gone mad from being trapped here, without knowing, if they can escape from the cycle. Can this place truly cheat death when one dies of natural cause? People can still age here as far as I'm aware.

You don't have your bow yet?

[...] Have you tried the weapons shop? Items from our home world have shown up there.

[an almost irritated sigh. almost.]

I've looked through them and tested each bow they had, but none of them have felt right. Though I may not have a choice at this rate.

[...He couldn't have found her bow, did he?]

I suspect your weapon may have been misplaced.

I met one of the workers there, Winry I believe her name was. If it comes down to it, you should speak to her about possibly making a more suitable bow for you.

For the time being, I simply want to investigate how the Battle Dome functions. Having a temporary weapon will be enough for now.

Winry, was it? I'll keep that in mind. Thank you for the advice, sir.

But until then, I am still willing to accompany you and will use a temporary weapon.

Where should I meet you?

Do you know where the Welcome Center is? If so, I will meet you there in a half hour.

Yes, I remember. I'm not too far from it now, so I'll be there waiting for you.

Good. I will see you shortly.

[He closes his journal and collects the second blade he had taken from the weapons shop. Best to keep his False Dein Nomos a secret from her for the time being. He heads out after collecting his things and makes his way to the Welcome Center. He'll show up there on time, possibly a little early.]

[he will find her there standing patiently for him, and upon sight she immediately straightens, waiting for his approach.]

[He comes to a halt in front of her. It was still hard to believe she was here.]

Are you prepared?

[even after a few weeks of living in the same apartment?]

As always. The Battle Dowm is this way, isn't it? [she turns in the direction leading to the Battle Dome.]

[Yes, even after a week or so. It's been ten years!]

That is correct. [And he starts leading the way towards the Battle Dome]

I need to ask, did anything strange happen to you during this past week?

The worst experiment for a lot of people will be Halloween. October last year. Bad hallucinations for everyone.

Are you a mortal, then? Such a lifespan is less than many where I'm from.

An interesting question, though I haven't seen any indication of an answer. The information we've been presented with would indicate that this place hasn't been in existence long enough for one to be determined.

Halloween?

I had seen what had happened to others, but fortunately I managed to escape that fate.

[glances toward him.] What about you, sir?

It's a holiday in some places. I'm not that familiar with it, but it seems to be the time of year for dressing up in spooky costumes and trying to scare people. The Malnosso just decided to take it that one step further.

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