Metamorphosis in Notes

by Jinxd__Tabooo

Summary:

Some damn idea that came to mind of what exactly happened to Luchino before the manor

This is in no way a canon interpretation - this is solely MY interpretation (with many non-canon compliant additions) of what happened to Luchino (E.R) before his appearance at the manor.

Notes:

Idk what I'm doing guys...this is my first fic...I hope the AO3 curse doesn't come for me...

 

So, some notes I thought of after word-vomiting this down;

Some, if not all names are FICTIONAL except for Luchino Diruse. heh I need creative liberty
(for example - Niccolò and Gianna in the first note)

Some chapters in this fic may be written as a series of journal and audio logs, while some may be written more properly formatted into a storytelling form. As a whole it will not be neatly written.

Chapter 1: Recovered notes

March 2nd, 1896

6:14

Journal Notes

• Woke before my alarm. Skin feels dry. Chloe - the intern they brought in a few days ago from England - says I look like I've never seen the sun, that I should go outside occasionally. I politely declined.
• Damn coffee tastes bitter. Threw it down the sink after a few painful sips. Minor irritation. Will tell Niccolò not to bring me Hazelnut anymore.

It’s easy to forget that time passes when the air hums steady and the walls are always the same cool temperature. My lab is tucked behind the old villa’s west wing - away from the other labs and the student classrooms. My colleagues don’t like it, they say it's too isolated and gives them the creeps.

I don’t mind. The reptiles like it. I spend most of my hours in the sterile room, charting growth patterns, writing venom toxicity and amount, recording limb regeneration rates. There’s always something new.

There isn’t much going on today - the European Asp specimen (of whom I’ve affectionately named Linda) took her food well for once without trying to snap at me. I think she’s calmed down somewhat. Hoping this means I can begin taking samples of her venom without risking a finger.

 

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March 3rd, 1876

21:42

Audio Log for ████ (Transcribed)

The new Beaded Lizard specimen refused dead prey again. I had to drop a few crickets in the tank for him to hunt naturally. I hope he adapts soon- maybe you could work some magic.

(A short laugh, followed by silence)

I’m envious of him, admittedly. His needs are simple: food, water, and heat.

Either way, I'll send this off now. I hope it reaches you in a reasonable time frame, unlike my last recording.

(the tape clicks and ends after a second pause)

 

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April 6th, 1876

18:02

Journal Notes

• I've been somewhat rushed this morning - as I have been the last week or so.
• Studied the shed skin of Python regius this morning.
  • I found myself wondering if human skin could be adapted into a similar cycle.

 

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April 12th, 1876

16:34

Journal Notes

Calder told me he would be getting a new specimen to study. I didn't particularly care, we aren't close and don't share our research.

I didn't like that look in his eye, though.