Archivist: I am Simone Petit, the archivist for the Windtmürian Rebellion. I’m collecting data about the rebellion’s leaders as we speak. Everything that you will read in the coming pages is the truth. And we, the rebellion, need to spread the truth like wildfire because the leaders of our island, Windtmüre, will attempt to erase our truth. They will put us in the history books as radicals. As criminals. As fiends. We are not the fiends our government paints us to be, we, are people. People just like you. Please, read and share our story so that the world knows we aren’t the bad guys here.
Archivist: The information in the coming pages will likely be a bit confusing. I beg you to keep reading even when the information is complicated. There are a variety of mediums used by those involved. Journals, text messages, letters, real experiences, memory probes, and interviews that were done recently are just a few of the things I will use to tell our story.
Archivist: Thank you for reading.
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Archivist Notes: I mentioned a newscast playing while Vincent and Aydan were in the cafe. This newscast was centered around new footage of Peter Hoode (a well-known rebellion leader) exposing some of Geni-Corp’s new experiments.
A moment of static cues a man with the red feathers of a northern cardinal atop his head in an alert, pointed mohawk as he speaks, “Citizen’s of Windtmüre, as many of you know I am Peter Hoode, the leader of the Windtmürian Rebellion and I come to you with news of new horrors that Fovian Daraquartes and the rest of Geni-Corp have created using sentient life.” Peter’s hands grip the edges of the podium that he stands at and he spreads his wings wide, like an angel, though rather than white, his wings are a vibrant red. “We have uncovered information about two new experiments and I bring you an update on a third,” His hand raises in a show of three fingers and his wings settle against his back. It’s evident that he’s putting a lot of his weight against the podium rather than on his own feet. Peter grits his teeth as he continues to speak, “One of them is a child. No, she isn’t human, she’s a Vragoran child, pureblood too.” The cardinal’s face scrunches up in disgust as he continues, “Every few weeks her blood is stolen away from her in order to create tortured transformative merges like my good friend Aydan Perryne, whom Fovian is still searching for due to his rare mutations. The Vragoran girl lives in a cage and is hardly kept alive. She’s used only for her blood and has never left the institution. The next experiment has been an ongoing attempt to crack the notes left by the esteemed doctor, Clay Claythorne in his time with Geni-Corp. Reportedly multiple people with both living and non-living merges have become experiments in unmerging, most of which have resulted in the death of the patient. One of the only successes has been a formerly pregnant woman given the identification code: 233-LYCR. Unfortunately, we were unable to figure out her name…”
Peter pauses and looks down at the podium shifting on his feet before he looks straight into the camera once more with what seems to be a more intense look. He frowns as he resumes his speech, “But, I’m sure hardly any of you care about any of that because who would believe a radical when none of this could possibly affect you, right?” Peter gives a large shrug and a breathy, cynical chuckle. “Well, Windtmüre, I’d tune my ears in now if I were you because you might see a new face around the streets of Windtmüre very, very soon. They call him The Hunter. He’s superhuman and is set to be on the hunt for new treasures for Fovian. But why is he a threat? Well, for starters he’s bent to Fovian’s will like a dog trained for a K-9 unit. That and he’s set out to get information by any means necessary. I’ll let you think about that.”
Peter Hoode glances towards his assistant from his podium, she is a raven merge named Eira Croven. Then his attention turns to the camera again and at the edge of the camera’s field of vision Eira makes a hand motion, a quick dual fingered move where her hands go up and down in opposite directions. Now when Peter continues his tone is rushed and his expression is more urgent, “Windtmüre, I’m only trying to look out for you. Fovian Daraquartes only cares about himself and his sick experiments. Please, show your support for the people of this country, tell the Windtmürian government that we won’t tolerate being treated like rats in a cage any longer.” Peter again looks to his assistant before he steps away from the podium, looking mildly panicked now. “I must bid you adieu, Windtmüre, please, be safe.” As Peter turns to leave, stumbling over his own feet at the side of his assistant, the camera feed shakes and the podium falls, this fall is caused by something large coming onto the stage and the sound of splintering wood follows as does the sound of what seems to be very heavy footsteps. After that, the camera feed is cut.
The newsfeed cuts to a woman at a newsdesk, she has a holographic image of Peter’s wings-out pose to her right with the headline ‘Windtmürian Rebellion’s leader makes false accusations about Geni-Corp’ drifting at the bottom of the screen as she begins to speak. “What you just saw is the radical, Peter Hoode giving an alarming allegation about Fovian Daraquartes and his supposed ‘sentient experiments’. The radical gives no proof of these blatant accusations and doesn’t seem to have any sources of information.” She taps her notes against her table as her partner, a man, begins to speak…
“And this information can’t be trusted, especially because the radical reportedly used to live with Fovian Daraquartes like a son. They’re practically family.” The man states. “Peter Hoode’s words shouldn’t be trusted, he’s clearly not okay mentally. It’s a miracle a radical like him has even gotten as many followers as he has.”
“It is insane how many followers he has. He has people wrapped around his finger for sure.”
“He must pay them to support him like some sort of rigged game. His followers are probably fake.” The man gives a disgusted look to the camera, “Citizens of Windtmüre, do not support this radical, he’s dangerous and is certainly looking to be banished.”
“Yes, protect yourself by ignoring him, not by supporting him,” The newswoman glances onto her watch, “And now, onto the weather.”
Archivist Notes: Yes, this is a clip from the actual news station on Windtmüre, it’s still like that with people denying our actions against Fovian. I swear we’re only looking out for Windtmüre, not our own interests. Members of the Rebellion have died fighting for the freedom of the people, and they have the gall to call us liars.
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