one - [dictated]

[yellowdevil]

[He wakes with a start, legs thrashing as they struggle to escape the unfamiliar fabric -- when was the last time he'd slept on a bed with actual sheets? -- and the bed is the first thing he notices. The second thing he notices is the black hardcover book on the pillow next to him; he is drawn to it, and promptly picks it up and thumbs it through somewhat disinterestedly.
Then it is tossed onto the hardwood floor, where it lies opened and face-down.

He sways slightly in his anger, putting the pieces together as he scrutinizes every aspect of the room he's woken up in, and then in a voice (inadvertedly picked up by the journal) as cold as ice:]

Captain, the next time you decide to remodel our entire base structure under my nose, it would be well of you to alert me beforehand.
[A pause as he looks at the stone walls again, then--]

And next time, I advise you to choose something less tacky. Kuuu~kukuku...

Comments

[magicalwright]

Ripped away from the stage, leaving my audience waiting! [ There's a genuine tone of annoyance. ]

Um, I think there's a lot of people? It's hard to keep track really, but the journal is always making noise...

[yellowdevil]

Journal?
[Almost as if he just noticed he's been talking to a book for the past few minutes, he turns a few pages, staring at the entries intently.]

So what's with this journal, anyways? It appears to be a sort of inter-communication device.

[magicalwright]

I don't actually know! We all just have one and it records what you say or write! [ A little doodle appears on the page along with "<-- See??" ]

[yellowdevil]

Ah, I see...
[Grabs a pen sitting on his bedside table, drawing little swirls along the bottom of his page.] I see.

I assume you're Pekoponian, correct? What is your name?

[magicalwright]

Yeah, like that!

... Pekowhat?

[yellowdevil]

Pekoponian. You know, the indigenous species of Pekopon. The top of its food chain, or so they like to think. Evolved from ape-like creatures, related to monkeys, right?

[magicalwright]

... Do you mean human? [ A doodle of a human (well, more of a stick figure!) appears on the journal. ]

[yellowdevil]

Yeah, that. Couldn't quite remember what they called themselves, kukuku. They're called Pekoponians by the rest of the universe, you didn't know?

[magicalwright]

Well, no. I haven't met the rest of the universe! Just assumed humans were humans, I suppose.

[yellowdevil]

Kuku, it's a typical Pekoponian mistake, no harm done. What's your name, then? Unless you'd prefer me to call you just 'Pekoponian' until... however long I stay here for.

[magicalwright]

That could be for a really long time, so Trucy will do! Trucy Wright.

What's your name?

[yellowdevil]

Kururu will do. Kururu Souchou, Sergeant Major of the Keroro Platoon. A military man, get my drift? Kukuku...

Long time... How long? Are the people here just taken from their homes forever?

[magicalwright]

That's a long title! Does that mean you're high up in the army?

Well, I think some people have been here for years now! But apparently, sometimes the castle sends people home and then brings them back later with no memory!

... At least that's what I was told happened to me!

[yellowdevil]

Yes, actually. It's one rank above Sergeant. I'm preeetty high up there. [Gloat, gloat.]

... Ah, that's all that happens? Kukuku, seems like no harm done. A bit of an inconvenience, but I might as well have some fun while I'm here, hm?

[magicalwright]

It must be really hard being in the military!

Yeah, it's a little inconvenient and the castle can be weird sometimes! Exactly! There's so many people here and I think there's a town outside the grounds.

[yellowdevil]

Oh, no, not when you're me. I'm no battle soldier. Intelligence operations are my specialty, battle planning, that sort of thing.

Kuku. Sort of like a little vacation.

[magicalwright]

So you're a spy?

Kuku? That's a good way of looking at it!

[yellowdevil]

Oh yes, you could say that, a spy on the technical level. Sort of an all-around type of job.

Kuuu~kukuku! Glad you could help me out, then, Trucy Wright.

[magicalwright]

Shouldn't a spy not admit to being a spy though?

You're welcome! I've kind of been looking forward to being able to welcome someone to the castle!

[yellowdevil]

What does it matter to a Pekoponian? Maybe revealing such information to another alien on our level it would be unwise, but Pekoponians are remarkably easy to "get out of the way" in case of an accidental blunder or release of information.

Ahaah, how fortunate of me to be welcomed by such an individual such as yourself, then.

[magicalwright]

"Get out of the way"? What do you mean? [ Is this more mob lingo for her to learn?? ]

[yellowdevil]

Ah, that is... It wouldn't be very difficult at all for us Keronians to make it so that any top-secret information a Pekoponian comes into contact with cannot be spread around.
[He draws a finger across his neck in a swift motion, well-aware she cannot see him. Ahah, how to word this...]

Just cutting it off at the source. You get it..?

[magicalwright]

Oh! So it's like, um, [ What did Little Plum call it?? ] "cleaning" up a "mess", right?

[yellowdevil]

Precisely. There's quite a few euphemisms for it, in any case.

But now I think I'll be exploring the castle, this Paradisa. Who knows how long I'll be here for... Perhaps we'll run into one another at some point, hm?

[magicalwright]

Okay, I get it now!

You should try and find your room, and yeah we probably will do!