Log Writer: Don Quixote
It looks like an average rose at a glance, indeed…
… but there are eyes glistening between each petal. Eyes with looks that I find familiar.
Glinting eyes of insurmountable desire, the eyes not so dissimilar from those of my blood-starved Family.
It desires not to slay, nor does it to harm. That creature… it merely yearns for blood.
I don’t suppose that flower was always such a beastly thing.
… Hah. It’s not like I’m in any position to pity that creature.
Hm. Let’s see what we’re working with… Shall it strike us with its vines? Yet such simple strategies will pose little to no risk to us.
Indeed, the red, blood-drenched petals most likely will utilize its sanguine resources to attack us. We will have to watch out for that angle.
Hm, how should I word these observations to naturally convey these findings to Manager Esq—
… Hold on. I-is this thing— Halt, hath this contraption already begun… recording?
Y-young Faust, I must bid thee a favor—perchance, wouldst thou avail me a chance to discard this record in favor of a new…
→ With good reason, yes. It is possible. (Faust)
→ Ooh! Then prithee, young Faust! A teeniest mistake was made here, on account of mine inexperience with this particular method of vocal recording. (Don Quixote)
→ Denied due to insufficient cause. This record will be maintained as-is. (Faust)
→ (Following are several dozen requests from Don Quixote to re-do this recording, every single one of them followed by Faust’s messages of denial.)
The beast seeketh in desperation to wound us!
‘Tis clear as the blue sky that this foe maketh use of spilled blood for the purposes of zapping us with them!
Alas, thus all would come to believe that it should be inadvisable to feed this terrible foe blood… yet I, Don Quixote, have devised an idea most splendid!
Heh heh. Gird thy loins, for I am to suggest a new strategy…
This foe… forsooth, it groweth increasingly docile by imbibing more blood!
Marry, 'tis plain that the creature may become slightly harder to slay, yet this appeareth to be a most wonderful opportunity to strike two birds with one stone; to protect our allies while bringing judgment to this evil Abnormality!
‘Twas quite the impressive display of intelligence, wouldst thou not say?
→ Uh, I think the creature’s becoming exceptionally harder to slay the more blood it drinks. (Ishmael)
→ Yeah… W-what if we just… put it down as fast as we can and not feed it any blood? (Sinclair)
→ Mm. However, the entity has been observed to become highly aggressive in lieu of blood. (Meursault)
→ Hm. Then we can feed it just the right amount of blood. How about that, fellas? Giving it so much blood was a pain anyway. (Gregor)
Aha! Of course, I, Don Quixote, have unearthed a rather significant intelligence as well!
The head! Of this rose! Is its weakness! Lo, behold its petals!
It seems that with the destruction of its head, the beast cannot well drink blood!
‘Tis a most auspicious finding, is it not? For striking its body was a painful toil for us as well.
I sayeth with great certitude that thou shalt suffer no more from thine wounds rupturing with every strike against its body!
Heh heh… The time is nigh for the vile rose to be added to mine list of vanquished foes!
Ah, young Faust, I must make a request of utmost importance to thee…
Once this battle is over…
Prithee, wilt thou not allow me to edit the foremost record…?
→ You are more persistent about this than it was previously assumed. Denied, for the twenty-sixth time. (Faust)
→ Her first report was pretty good though, right? Honestly, I think that one seemed a bit more like an actual report than… the rest. (Ishmael)
→ I like these kinda casual reports waaaaaay more. I can’t help but start yawning when reading Ishy or Fau’s reports, ya know? It’s too darn dry. (Rodion)
→ What…? Shouldn’t we maintain a degree of professionalism when writing a report? I mean, I guess Don Quixote’s usually pretty good about her reports, but… (Ishmael)
→ Hoh? I am lost, for I fail to understand the pair of thee! The style of my records hath always been consistent, just as stars do rise at night! (Don Quixote)
→ Donqui… are ya just gonna pretend it never happened? (Rodion)
→ … The, uh. Your tendency to bury your head in the sand like an ostritch didn’t go away, huh? Even with your memory coming back. (Gregor)