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The song “Magical Doctor” by MARETU plays.
The cover is an animation. In sync with the music, a dark blue frame with a VHS effect has the barely legible words "You are not Alive" before transitioning between four different illustrations:
Charlotte and Bread are walking, Bread at the front, when Charlotte starts to speak. "…So we go to the Gallery of Neofrene… I think it's guarded by the Reception, but I'm sure we can negotiate with them!"
"'K," Bread answers dispassionately without looking behind her.
"If not, then uh…"
"Guess I'll stab them."
Charlotte stops walking. Hey, uh, before we continue" she says, smiling nervously, "do you have any more questions about Maldevara…?"
Bread raises an eyebrow. "… What for?"
Charlotte lets out a forced laugh and waves her hands defencively. "I m-mean, not to suggest that you're stupid of anything— B-but based on your looks, I assume you were made over a century ago back when Maldevara was Living-led, like uh, when Birds and Humans made the Law— And well, a lot of that has changed ever since the Marginals took over, and 'Living' has its perks but doing the Responsibilities is no laughing matter—"
Charlotte twiddles her fingers, her smile gradually fading. "And despite Emfoi's changes, a lot of the voided Requirements did filter out the species that couldn't achieve the Responsibilities, if you even know what they…"
Her smile drops completely, replaced with a more worried expression. Looking towards the floor, she says "… Look, no offence, but you seem awfully reckless for someone who doesn't understand the kind of society they've woken up in. Don't you think that you should, um, actually learn what it means to be Living first…?"
Bread stands in silence, her expression unseen. After a moment, she says "The past Reception months I've been 'alive,' I've really just been flitting in and out of consciousness. And every time I woke up, I knew something new without having really remembered it."
Bread reminisces over the Breadlings, back when they were inanimate toys. "I knew I was some kind of doll called a Breadling. I knew I had absorbed the rest of the Breadlings until we all became one being. I knew the only way for 'us' to move forward was to learn how to be 'me.' I… knew these, without remembering how it all really came to be."
Bread stands amongst an assortment of Breadlings, an emblem of a clock subtly visible in her right eye. "I've yet to really understand the mechanism behind how this body works, or what it means that I'm 'alive' in the first place, and while it's obviously important I find out, there's this— this thing, call it intuition, call it recklessness, call it whatever you like, that keeps on telling me, despite how confusing everything is, despite how you can't say for sure how long you'll be awake this time around, if you can do this one thing then you'll stay—
"Awake. Aware. Alive."
Bread faces Charlotte. Standing steadfast against the wind, eyes shining in determination, her conviction is apparrent. "It seems like a stupid feeling, but I can't brush off the feeling that the first thing I need to get is my name."
She turns away again, Charlotte watching in stunned silence.
As Bread is about to keep walking, Charlotte interjects "Would still be a good idea to—"
"Later," Bread cuts her short.
"Sigh… Fine," Charlotte relents.
They continue walking in silence.
Charlotte and Bread look up at a large. The Neoclassical structure has a sculpture of the emblem of Maldevara, a crow's head with two wings, on the pediment. "Well, here it is… The Gallery of Neofrene," Charlotte begins. "Alright, I'll go over and talk to Reception… And you—
"Bread!" Charlotte's wings pop out in surprise to see Bread bolting on ahead of her before she can even finish talking.
"Let's get this bread, boys!" Bread exclaims as she runs to the front door and pushes it open. "Hell—"
"—OOAAH!" Bread screams as she falls down a bottomless pit, the gallery being a dark void of empty picture frames.
Charlotte flies after her. "Bread! You don't have any insurance!"
She gains speed, trying to catch up to the Doll, their fingers almost reaching. "Almost… there—"
Out of nowhere, tendril-like appendages grab onto both of them, restraining them both.
"What in the—"
"—Scottish equivalent of tarnation?"
The appendages drag them into different picture frames leading to the depths of the gallery, as they can only helplessly scream…
"Aaa!"
Reception (Three) screeches as they rev up a chainsaw, chopping down the painting monsters left and right. Behind him, Jacques is completely unperturbed, having a pleasant time petting one of the monsters in the Gallery. Amidst the purple of the Gallery and the monsters going haywire among them, Reception is still rendered in blue and Jacques in teal.
"Jacques stop petting the fucking painting monsters, you bitch!" Reception shrieks at him.
"It's cute," Jacques answers.
Reception retorts, "It's ugly and probably venomous."
"Like your attitude!" Jacques says, unfazed.
Jacques picks up the painting monster, a type of "Speep". Speep is a bug-like creature the size of a shih-tzu, with soft wool, a singular large eye, oversized pinces and six legs that can change in length. "Is this because of Bon's curse?" Jacques asks, hugging Speep.
Reception answers, "Doubt it. That only affects Livings. This probs has something to do with the Curator."
"Augh!" Reception tries to push away the bests attacking them. "Why aren't these things attacking you?"
Jacques snuggles Speep closer against his chest. "Perhaps living art supplies respect my authority as the High Judge."
"Great, the worst kind of monster… Bureaucrats." Reception struggles against the onslaught of monsters. "Fucking bootlickers!"
Jacques pays no attention to his friend's predicament, immersing himself in a daydream as he holds Speep closer. "You have a funny texture, abstract paint creature," he mumbles, barely audible. "It reminds me of Media. I wonder how he's doing now…"
He doesn't notice Speep trying to alert him of an approaching monster. One of its tendrils plucks a feather from his back, taking the Judge from surprise. His teal colour scheme is suddenly the same purple as everything else."
"Mon Dieux!" he protests, baring his teeth. "You have to fill out a form before touching me, you heathen! You interrupted my daydream…"
Reception stops in their tracks upon hearing the Judge's frustrated cry. They turn around slowly to face the offending creature. "Touching. The High Judge. Is. Against. The Law.
As Reception manifests a variety of weapons, spawned through multiple arms, they face the remaining monsters now all huddled in the corner, fearing their sudden serious demeanour. Reception's brooch, usually a small crow's head, is noticeably prominent now, growing wings resembling the national emblem.
A splatter of liquid fills the room.
Reception crosses their arms over their chest, sitting on the floor next to Jacques. Their body is stained with blood as corpses of monsters and their detached limbs are littered all over the floor, with only Speep remaining, climbing over their head. "You know spawning more than one weapon at once is real damn exhausting, right?" they pout.
Jacques's face is harder to read, devoid of any clear expression. "I didn't need your help."
"I wasn't helping you because you needed help," Reception argues. "I was helping you because I'm a helpful person."
Poof'd. Reception spawns a piece of cloth, wiping the blood on their body down as Speep hops off their head. Jacques contemplates in silence for a moment, before saying "You have to stop treating me as if I were helpless just because I'm blind."
"It's not because you're blind," Reception answers, staring down at their blood-stained hands. The carnage around them triggers memories of Reception's past murders, especially of the last High Judge.
"It's because I have to kill you myself."
Reception clenches their fist, adding a plaintive "That… and the face you're my friend."
They finish wiping off all the blood and poof the towel away, facing Jacques. "Can I touch you?"
"Bonk," Jacques answers, hitting Reception on the head with his mallet.
"Whatever," Reception answers dispassionately, spawning a roll of bandages. "Bandage your own injuries then."
They offer the bandages to Jacques and Jacques wraps the wound around his wing from where he tore off his own feathers while Reception and Speep watch him quietly.
"You remind me of Tarnowska," Reception says as he poofs the bandages away. Jacques stands up and pats Reception on the head with his tail before pressing his cheek against theirs in a bap.
With Jacques's mallet morphed into his cane again, Speep grabbing onto his tail and a hand on Reception's shoulder, the two continue on. "I'm better than Anthony, you're still ableist, help me unsolicited again and I'll kill you," Jacques tells his companion.
"Yeah, love you too," they respond.
The start of my favourite chapter but also my least favourite chapter: CH7.
The time period I drew these, CH7 was going to be the end of Cycle 1… and, uh, for some reason I made CH7 really bloody long so The End never came. While every other chapter is around 10-30 pages, CH7 is… around 80?
… For the first three parts. This is Part 1.
Anyway, because this chapter goes on forever and is still technically not finished at the time of writing this because I stopped continuing it for over a year (sorry), it is both my favourite and least favourite because some parts of it I like and others I absolutely loathe. Part 1 I feel is particularly strong, then it gradually gets…
Ech.
Well, time for some character infodumping. Personally, I do not care for the personalities of characters too deeply (hence the decision to make this comic more about the general lore of the world than the characters), maybe it is because I lack empathy? I never really relate to people. Nor do I really understand them well. It makes characterisation difficult, but moreover it also means I do not care to show things in the writing itself. I will just tell.
Spooky! Bad writing! Anyway, I do not oppose political or moral messages per se in fiction but I always found it cheesy to directly point it out at times. I feel like it ought to be easily inferred from how it is portrayed. Something of the sort…
Jacques saying 'ableist' out loud here is obnoxious to me for that reason. lol. lmao even. Jacques typically isn't actually a person who is good at asserting any specific boundaries outside of the ones that bother him the most (and, for schizoid reasons, he usually cannot tell even when he does feel bothered: 'alexithymia' is a psychological phenomenon you can search if this experience seems unfamiliar).
The point of him saying this is two-fold: the first is to portray a sense of familiarity he has with Reception, in that he is willing to assert himself towards them more than he does to other characters, even towards Media.
The other, which I think is a bit more difficult for me to portray, is that he usually mirrors the 'style' of how others interact with him. I said this before but Reception is a character who makes 'political' references often hapha-zardly—a recent example being in CH5 where they imply Jacques sees them as a bigot—and Jacques copies this when talking to Reception.
Media often treats Jacques in a way that, while not exactly the same, annoy him for the same reason he gets annoyed with Reception: he does not like being made to feel like he is 'dependent' on them unless he wants to be.
Media is a person who follows certain rules of social propriety as a general extension of his 'sense of ethics', and unlike Reception he is not the type to bring up systemic issues in interpersonal interaction as he considers it inap-propriate… and, well, Media is a person who generally dislikes the assertion of boundaries in 'impolite' ways.
Jacques is dismissive in general but when he talks to Media, I do try to make his 'coldness' different from how he talks to Reception: notably, he will not really point out the ways Media bothers him, or indeed even directly state it at all. While he is still 'impolite', he is so within certain 'rules' that align with what Media expects—explicitly pointing out what a mistake is is 'rude' but doing this is a more indirect way is more acceptable. Jacques often does this by just seeming generally 'annoyed' around Media or demanding distance.
From Media's convoluted point of view, the reason this is more 'polite' is that if a person points out exactly what you did wrong, that is definitely on you. If they are just generally being huffy-puffy and persnickety, you can take away the notion of somebody explicitly being blamed, framing the 'issue' as if it happens incidentally outside anybody's control. I am not annoying the High Judge, rather, he just happens to be annoyed.
Well, something like that. The very nature of their relationship on top of how long they have known each other also affects their interactions, of course. I think Media genuinely tries to be attentive towards Jacques, and it is more Jacques who decides more than anybody else to try and relieve him of the guilt by avoiding explicit discussions of his issues with Media [ which is bad for both in the long run, but neither can be accused of not caring… ]
I realise only now that there is an amusing irony to the media being the one who tries to be polite and avoid conflict while a receptionist brings up the most controversial things they can.
Ah, geez, what a tangent! Well, it is to be expected from these notes at this point.
… not sure what else to comment about this chapter. Urn, the first part with Bread, and all variations of the aforementioned and Charlotte was rushed so the pacing of the conversation is bad. Yeah.
The Breadlings will get a proper introduction in the comic [ I regret not doing it earlier but it is too late to change now so one will have to wait for a chapter in their inner world ] but here are their names for reference.
There are 46 Breadlings but I cannot juggle such a cast so only seven will be relevant (one of them is secret so far…) Here is what Doll they are:
Cover: MARETU - Magical Doctor
Bonjour, Monsieur Média. Pas je peux lire ni écrire, ainsi dénué cette lettre. Dis on une médium vous, alors lisez vous sentiments ma. Difficile est l'expression, alors ave-étude je l'anglais pour vous. Veuille-recevez vous est transmission ma.
Super serious research log #12: Sooo recapping the events from the past month, there's been a 16% increase in inanimate objects gaining sentience. Fascinating!!
Well, "sentience" might be a generous way of putting it... er, wait no, I mean, why put a lower limit on sentience right, that's a bita' outdated concept already right?? What I mean is that mostly it's items moving around, or mimicking speech, but so far nothing completely comparable to the living. Reminds me a bit of Proj-Maldevaran's concept, although why this is happening now and not years ago when B*n first got exiled's a mystery......
I managed to get one of these non-livings from one of the employees at a different company, some cs rep from SoulFoods. Honestly the price was a maaaajor rip-off and the exchange fees between Celes and SF credits suxx major b@lls but thats the price of science ig =_=
The object I got's some old doll manufactured around the same time the Marginals first came to Maldevara. So far I've noticed there's been a trend of these non-livings being these relatively old thingamabobs, stuff during or before the Council was first structuring the new government, idk yet if that means anything important but I'm sure it matters somehow. The doll I got doesn't really do much. It doesn't talk or respond to being talked to, only dancing in response to music which in all fairness isn't normal behaviour for a wooden joint doll that shouldn't even be moving on its own but doesn't give me much to work with
I'll admit i was sooo excited to get my hand on this thing that I didn't consider the possibility of the angel i got it from enchanting it until i sent a pic to the gc and the other celemarketers in my sector warned me of the possibility so i'll still need to have this thing tested... well if it turns out to be a scam i still have the original seller's details so I'm definitely posting a buyer's beware up on constellat.ion lmfao
I'm still waiting on one of the IT girls to hook me up to get this thing checked out then i'll do a writeup of any observations and stuff nxt time