damned_institute | Day 43: Intercom, Evening

Hello! I.R.I.S. here once more to announce to you, our honored guests, that you have officially made it through a day of our typical Landel's treatment. Of course, it isn't quite over: we will now have you retire to our designated patient quarters with one of your agency partners to inspect their sleeping area and the tools that we provide them with for the true bulk of our behavioral testing. On an added note, we would like you to notice once again that the meals we provide to our subjects are of the highest quality.

For those of you feeling apprehensive about taking part in our more intensive methods, please be aware that we would never imagine putting all of you in any danger whatsoever. This last shift will be your last at our Institute; afterward, we will escort you to our Head Doctor's personal observation station to survey some of our test Next-Wave participants in the rigorous trials we put them through – all for their betterment, of course.

Once again, we hope that you are satisfied with what you find, and as always, direct any questions you may have to your console.

The nurses began to escort the patients to their rooms. They didn't even seem to be brought to awareness by words such as "testing" and "subjects."

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"We tried to use all our Materia at full force against Big Brother, but that made them explode," For the third time today, Loz launched into a discussion about Materia, since Tem had made it blatently obvious he didn't know what it was. "They're these glowing stone thingys you put in your body, and some people put them in armor and weapons too, so you can use magic."

That made absolutely no sense whatsoever to him. The explanation didn't really help him either. He knew things beyond what should be physically possible happened here, but that didn't mean he had to accept it beyond that, or understand it at all.

"None of those things are possible where I come from, so... I'm still confused," He said truthfully.

"You don't have magic in your world?" Loz frowned. He was no good at explaining stuff. That was usually what Yazoo and Kadaj did. Especially since he didn't know everything about how Materia worked. Loz just didn't think about that kind of stuff. The Remnant tried his best to explain anyway, using his hands to try and illistrate, "You can make lightning strike, or make fire or ice, summon monsters... I think it has something to do with the Lifestream." That's what Materia was made out of, right?

"I've seen prisoners using magic here, especially the brainwashed individuals, but it's just not normal to me," he clarified.

He decided to just drop any questions he might have about how that was physically possible, or what the 'Lifestream' was. He doubted that would get him anywhere, or how much the information would actually be worth.

Loz was kinda glad that Tem had quit asking him questions. It meant he didn't have to do any more explaining. "I bet the brainwashed ones are fun to play with." They sounded like they'd be more of a challenge. Loz liked a challenge.

"Not really. The last one I had to deal with set the floor on fire." That had been a while ago now. But Loz might find that fun anyway. 622 wasn't sure how the hell someone like him had survived for as long as he had, although magic or whatever might have helped.

Loz raised his eyebrows in surprise again. "Must have been some fight," He mused. The Remnant was confidant he could handle someone with that ability. He wasn't afraid of fire. Fire stung a little, but he could handle it just fine.

Loz also couldn't help but once more wonder how long it was until dark. He wanted to see these monsters and maybe a brainwashed person.

"It was. It didn't help that... I was trying to protect someone, but the person I was fighting kept on... Well. Teleporting." It had been frustrating, but mostly terrifying. That was easy to admit. A real fight was always that way for any soldier that wasn't a few shots short of a full clip.

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