we do what we must
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boxfullofzeroes"Mx. Dreemurr, you've been allowed into the deepest recesses of our laboratory to witness a previously undiscovered--or at least long-forgotten, even by monsterkind--form of magic!"
Frisk wonders why this guy's a scientist. With his wild hand gestures and booming voice, he'd probably feel more at home in front of an audience. Not like Mettaton, more like...the ringleader in a circus. Yeah, that's it.
Maybe he's just proud. Or nervous. They're pretty important in the magical community, after all, and he could be in a bit of a bind.
Humanity's rediscovery of magic--or rather, the reemergence of monsterkind to teach humanity about their lost abilities--captured the thoughts of everyone in the world to varying degrees. It's hard to study, as well as slow, as apparently most people didn't have much talent in the first place. There's no need to keep mages breeding for a magical bloodline when nobody practiced the art of true magic anymore. And monsters were understandably wary about humans once again receiving the same power that had sealed them away for millennia.
So...many compromises were reached, and magic is rarely studied without a monster around that can report directly to the Queen. And it's been held--until recently, when they were called by a remote facility on the other side of the country, boasting of their finds unrelated to monsters, which missed the point neatly. But they were fine with Frisk appearing to supervise.
(Frisk was chosen due to their durability, of course. If they were in danger, they were far more likely to get out of it purely from being a human, ignoring their own abilities, known by their parents or not.)
They're lead upward. Ramps, and then stairs outright, every step a clanging metal echo.
At the top, Frisk's handed a pair of goggles. They've got little switches to filter light. "To keep the fearlings and vessel under control, they've all been trapped in cells without shadow, under lights with lux well over what human eyes can withstand," a woman informs them from beside a massive door. It's soundproof, they notice, adjusting the strap around their head.
"Come on, then!"
The man leads them forward, into a all. Even with the goggles, it takes them several seconds to adjust...
The cells are transparent, laid out in a row. Most have squirming things trying to huddle in the corners, black masses of ooze. One, though, one they're drawn to especially, from how different...
"There it is! The vessel," the man says proudly from beside them, and immediately they're on edge thanks to him more than what they've been called to see, even as they lean against the clear prison walls. "Hell to catch. It can't see us from the light, but it can probably sense us. Don't be surprised if it tries to unsettle you."
Frisk wonders why this guy's a scientist. With his wild hand gestures and booming voice, he'd probably feel more at home in front of an audience. Not like Mettaton, more like...the ringleader in a circus. Yeah, that's it.
Maybe he's just proud. Or nervous. They're pretty important in the magical community, after all, and he could be in a bit of a bind.
Humanity's rediscovery of magic--or rather, the reemergence of monsterkind to teach humanity about their lost abilities--captured the thoughts of everyone in the world to varying degrees. It's hard to study, as well as slow, as apparently most people didn't have much talent in the first place. There's no need to keep mages breeding for a magical bloodline when nobody practiced the art of true magic anymore. And monsters were understandably wary about humans once again receiving the same power that had sealed them away for millennia.
So...many compromises were reached, and magic is rarely studied without a monster around that can report directly to the Queen. And it's been held--until recently, when they were called by a remote facility on the other side of the country, boasting of their finds unrelated to monsters, which missed the point neatly. But they were fine with Frisk appearing to supervise.
(Frisk was chosen due to their durability, of course. If they were in danger, they were far more likely to get out of it purely from being a human, ignoring their own abilities, known by their parents or not.)
They're lead upward. Ramps, and then stairs outright, every step a clanging metal echo.
At the top, Frisk's handed a pair of goggles. They've got little switches to filter light. "To keep the fearlings and vessel under control, they've all been trapped in cells without shadow, under lights with lux well over what human eyes can withstand," a woman informs them from beside a massive door. It's soundproof, they notice, adjusting the strap around their head.
"Come on, then!"
The man leads them forward, into a all. Even with the goggles, it takes them several seconds to adjust...
The cells are transparent, laid out in a row. Most have squirming things trying to huddle in the corners, black masses of ooze. One, though, one they're drawn to especially, from how different...
"There it is! The vessel," the man says proudly from beside them, and immediately they're on edge thanks to him more than what they've been called to see, even as they lean against the clear prison walls. "Hell to catch. It can't see us from the light, but it can probably sense us. Don't be surprised if it tries to unsettle you."
