Seventieth Theory [Video]

[i_speak_softly]

Hello, everyone. My name is Donatello. I was just like the majority of you here in the village, until a -- an incident I cannot speak of turned me into what I am today. I have become accustomed to this form, though it does present certain obstacles in dealing with a human-centered world.

Fortunately, I have an incredible talent for creating inventions both useful and aesthetically-pleasing. [Here, the video shows some objects of indeterminate purpose, which appear to be made primarily out of gears, wires, and brass.] Due to certain circumstances, I have heretofore not been able to use this talent to benefit others, but now I am able to offer my services in developing assistive technologies for the non-human members of our community.

I am also available to fulfill requests from humans, although non-humans will be served first due to their obvious superiority. [...] I mean, their greater need.

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[Action] Sorry for delay. ;o;

[merciless_savior]

[The confusion seems to draw a wide smile from the professor.. who also isn't terribly inclined to explain himself.]

I must be mistaken. I look forward to meeting you again, then, and we can start making some real progress towards straightening humanity out.

[Still smiling, Alba clicks off his flashlight and tucks it into his pocket. As this plunges the area back into darkness, it's not so convenient for him but very much so for ... ninjas.]

Now if you'll excuse me, I must begin dinner.

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Indeed. When Alba gets home, he may or may not find that certain items are missing from his possession.]

I will contact you shortly, Professor. Enjoy your ... dinner.

[Action]

[merciless_savior]

I'll be sure to. Have a pleasant evening.

[He heads on his way promptly. Certain items, like a particular set of folders he'd just been given. He glanced at them of course, as he'd headed back to his apartment, but it seemed everything was in some sort of code he didn't immediately recognize.

This was pleasing. Professor Alba liked puzzles and codes! It'll get worked out eventually.

Or would have. Now, Weissmann was incredibly sharp when it comes to paying attention to his surroundings, and there were the occasional ninja on his world, but well, it's easy to get a little distracted....

Where, and how, precisely, every single page inside those envelopes goes missing by the time he reaches the eighth floor of his apartment building, while still leaving him with the folders themselves, he has no idea.

It's singularly frustrating.]