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My son... I only hope that he will not suffer as much as his mother has had to. Perhaps one day, he will be useful to me... And maybe then, I can bring myself to express how much I do care for him.
"He's kind of awful, I think. I don't know what he wants from me. He probably doesn't care that much."
She did this to herself. I may keep her alive in my basement, but she's essentially dead to me. I... I can't bring myself to look at her.
Ī̶̜̞̯̍͆̏ ̴̮̩̺͆w̴̢̲̹̟͛̅a̵̜̬͗͆̀̍s̵̡̫͓̠̆͛͝ñ̶͇̜͖̺̀'̷̟̭̥̹̿̚t̴̝̠͍͇̿ ̸͙̉ě̴̫̗͋̽̚v̵̪̰̗̽̋͝e̴͇̼̍͒̈́̀ṉ̸̡̈́̽̈́͝ ̸̗͕͊̿̐̀ĉ̸̞̹̥h̴̨̪͕͊̓̉̒͜ẹ̴̢̞̋ͅa̸̧͙͈͕͛̾͝t̵̳̬̺͓̎͛i̵̮̗̭̒̾n̴͇͛g̸̥̰̍̏͑ ̶̥̦̐o̸̹̰͐̊̅͗ṇ̸̯̠̝̀̎͛ ̵̙̤̬̣̏̑h̶͙͇̍ĭ̵̖͑͜m̶̭̟͇͚͐͐̈́͝.̷̮̐̓͘ ̵̡̭͈́̌
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̵̧̡̛̳H̵̢̭̲͓͐e̵̟̘̾͆̀̃ ̷̥̻̬̊͜͝t̶͇͒̀͒͂ẽ̵̛̯͛ŗ̶̝̦̒̉̇͒r̴͖̖̯̮̈́̇̀͠i̶̠̭͛̈́f̸̢̩̾͌̔̕ȉ̶̛̲̮è̵̦̻̤̞͂̿ş̴̥̳̒ ̷̠̐m̶̼̣̱͇̈͐͊ė̵͔̭̉̄ͅ.̵̧̬͔̗̀͝ ̶̯̜̎̌
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̵̡͈̇Ỉ̷̜̟̲t̶̡͓̞̟̾̿͌̍ ̴̛͉͉̙̖w̷̛̗̮̟͝ã̴̗͚̜͂͐s̸̛̲͚̩̈͝ͅ ̸͓̖̥̦͐̂̚͘a̴̟̣̤̍̔̆s̵͙̓̈́̈́ͅ ̶̘̜̬̀̍̍͊ì̴̛̯͎͇̃̕f̶̢̳̘͖͋͒͑̀ ̴͍̩̹͌h̷̳̗̪͚͑e̴̝͖̥̿͘̕ ̸̮̬̇͗͠͝ŵ̷̬̄a̵̠̒s̴̭͑̾̄ ̸͕͇͇̰̋̍l̷̨̩̹̊͂̈́ŏ̶̖̐̿̚ő̸̳̭̰k̵̪̦̺͂͒i̶̜̰͉͍͛͠n̷̡͓̩̦̆̔̌͝g̶̱̮̈ ̷̪̥͈̀̿̕f̵͙̠̞͑ǒ̵̪͙͍͉̎͒r̷̻̻͔̀̇ ̵̳͖̓̂͝a̵͕̯͠ņ̴̛̝̘͍̇͠ỵ̶͈̤͆ ̴̹̜̓́̎e̷̼̖͑͗͐x̴͔̾̇͛͛c̵̜͚̻̑u̸̟͍̺̅͑͗̓s̴̰̖͕͌̍̚e̸̢̤̋͘͠ ̷̖̹͛̊̿̌t̸̩͗̀͠ȯ̵̖͙ ̵͈͈͗̏͑̆d̶̨͇͇̈́̿o̷̢͔̭̓ ̴̨̘̦̠͛̔̔͠ť̶̛͎͓͚ẖ̷̰̯͂̓̈͜͝i̵̜̺̽̏s̵̞͑̍ ̷̬̏́̕̕t̷͈͖͆͂ǫ̸̣̟̈́̌̆̏ ̶̧̧̤͖̌m̶̱͑̓͂̋ȩ̶̮͕̾͘.̵̦̼̜̏̚ ̸̬̩̈́
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̸̧̬̹̖̚Ṉ̴̪̫̯̈́̔͌͠o̷̲̮̺̼͐͑̒ẃ̶̳̚.̵̮͗.̶̞̖͎̓̇̅̎͜.̵͉̜͊́̈͝ ̵̱͉̮͗͘͠
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̴͙̏̌̇́I̶͇̙͎̊̅̐͜ ̷͖̈́͜ẅ̴̧͕ǎ̷͎̞̾n̴̛͈̞̲̉̎t̶̤͐͐̚͠ ̵̺̌̃̋̉t̶̝̗͗̕o̷̟̳͂̌̑͒ ̷͙̜̮̄͜e̷̖̳͒̏͌s̴̛͎̰̋͌c̴̰̫̘̈́͝a̴̢̞̪̭̔̆̏͋p̵̢̫͈̓̈́è̴̤̻̫͌,̸̦̻̻̎̓͘͜͝ ̸̹̈́i̶͓̟̰͂̈͊̆ḟ̴̘͌ ̷̤͌̑͋͗͜o̶͖̣͆͠n̴̝̫͍͎̍̐̀͐l̴̦̄͗̓͆ͅy̸̩̠̩̟̏̌̿ ̸̧̪̳̀̆͗t̶̖̤̂͒̓̚o̷̳̼̖̿ ̶̪͚͐̾̔̓m̶̢̠͑ǻ̴̧̙̞̞̕k̵̪͂̓̅ė̸̤̠̿ ̸̜̼̱̯̓̌š̵͖̯͇̝͒̚u̷̳̒r̵̥̬̭̙͑̿e̶͇̣̞̮͗̅̄ ̶̤̦͍̫͂̎̊͑ḥ̷͗ȇ̸̯̻͍ͅ ̷̧͙̤̩́̈́̄̽c̴͕͑̐͘͘͜ͅa̵̤͎̘̐̇̇n̸̗̦̉'̵̡̝̂̔́̉t̸̲̱̠͗̂̽ ̴̠̲̙̤͛d̶͍̃̕ơ̴͇̘ ̸̞̈͊͠t̵̛̰͌̂̋h̵̜͖͕̜͋̈́̎i̴̥̤̔̎́̊s̷̨̘̪͉̍̃́̏ ̷̺͈̋̽̊͒͜t̵͉̣͇͉̉̀͘ŏ̷̮ ̴̛͈͐à̶̡͍́̎n̶̨̼̪̓͊͒̀y̵̘̋õ̸̠̘̠̗͊͗̀n̷̲̉ẽ̴̡͓̱̥̎̓̕ ̴̣̤͛̈́ͅͅé̷̺̳̲̀̓͝l̵̮̤̘͒͝s̴̩̬̃͑̎ẹ̶̡̲̖̅ ̸͓̠̈ȇ̵̞v̵̙̳̄͋͛͜ȩ̷̱̂r̷̨̘̝̗̄̌ ̶͍̫̥̝͐́̓͝å̴̟̗̮g̵͕̑͗a̷͔͍̦̞͑́̓i̴̙̒ṇ̸̼̓.̶͚̜̟͒̓͗
She is an... interesting beast. She runs a podcast, and she thinks she's an actual detective? It's cute that she thinks she can take me down, considering the best and brightest of law enforcement have all ended up bleating in the back pasture. But as for her... I think I will take my time to make sure her fate is... Special.
"A mysterious person, though I think I'm starting to figure out some of his 'secrets'. Considering how dark his skeletons are, he sure does like wearing them on his sleeve. I don't think anyone should trust him. I'm not sure anyone actually does."
A rather useful ally. He's good in small amounts. He sends me some of the dragons that he needs to "dispose" of, so I can use them in my experiments. In return, I relay any findings I make on the scientific front, so he can continue to keep his operation running at its smoothest and most efficient. For now, he can stay relatively human... At least, as human as one of his kind can be.
Thus far, Dr. Fontaine has been a worthy ally, for a human. His scientific prowess and devious mind have placed him far above his peers. As long as he knows his place, all will be well. But if not, then I can always find someone else. Humans are much like dragons in how utterly replaceable they tend to be...
Coworker. He is neither dragon nor velusjem nor human... fascinating.
Ah, yes, my ally and "bestie". I do adore messing with him, but I must remind myself to strike a healthy balance between using this beast and provoking him. He's a fun plaything due to how hot-headed and emotional he can be, but that also makes him incredibly easy to manipulate when I need to. The best part about him is that he thinks any ideas I give to him are his own. His narcissism also makes him quite fun to mess with. He provides the magic and gems I need to make future advancements, and in return, I provide him with corrupted gems that come from the monsters I create. Occasionally, he'll pay me even more to create something, like when he asked me to make his guard dogs. The cloning was his idea; the integration of dog DNA, to make loyal assassins, was mine. We make a good team, even if our teamwork is a little... one-sided. But as long as he believes he is the side benefitting more, as he is wont to, he will be happy. And I will be too.
"If the world was filled with only copies of this guy I'd be horrified. There's only one of him and that's already too much. Whatever, at least he's sort of easy to understand. Scratch that, it's basically impossible to understand him. He's easy to predict. Not so easy to avoid though, no matter how much you might want to."
Oh, I just adore talking with her! She and I share so many interests, like our sense of justice, of experimentation, and... sheer, unbelievable cattiness. Get it? Cattiness? Okay, okay. Joking aside, she is a fearsome woman, and an impressive ally. Thankfully rather easy to predict, because of how strict she is with regards to following the rules and attaining "order" and "justice." She takes in some of my failed experiments, which I'm very glad for; sometimes I want to continue to observe them, at least on some level, but I just don't have enough space in my lab to do so.
"I would not exactly argue that he is a good person. In fact, I believe the opposite is true. That being said, he is a good conversational partner. I have learnt a great deal from his company. I am cautious what information I share with him, however."
He used to be my friend. He and I used to get drinks, discuss our loves... Our fears... But I had no idea that he was a traitor. Him, my wife... He was the first, who made me realize that those I love are just as useful to me as those I despise. I turned him into a sheep, so he'd realize that he wasn't special. Just because he had magic and good looks, didn't mean he was better than me. Now that I know magic exists, I am on the same level as he is. No, actually, I am far above where he is now. But hey, it's okay. All water under the bridge. Now, he barely remembers his own name, much less how terrible he'd been to me. Now, he's a rather pleasant friend... Almost as good as back in college... Almost.
Kenneth has been my closest friend for as long as I can remember. He's always been there to offer me advice and to actually help me when I mess up--which I do. Often. The one time I ignored his advice, I left my daughter with her mother, so she grew up without me. I... I still feel awful because of it. But I've never questioned him since. He's even helped me, the few times I've messed up and let slip that I'm a sheep. He's helped people forget. And he helps me cope with how I am. I'm very grateful for how good of a friend he is to me.
She is a stellar scientist, and she's one of the few people who I feel actually understands me and why I do what I do now. But then again, it was her own fault that her husband met the fate that he did... Both times. Ah, well. I can only hope she's learned her lesson now. I'd hate to see what might happen the next time she steps out of line... No, actually, I'd love to see it.
"I would very much like to kill my boss. No, no... Kill is too harsh. I'm hardly that sort of person. No... Perhaps I should turn him into a frog and put him in a shoe box or something. The point is, he's not very nice."
We were trying to establish a link between human and animal communication with this one. She can understand bird speech and human English as if she was born into both species. Truly fascinating. I only hope that I can continue to observe her progress, even if it is through the lens of my... less than academically gifted progeny. All the same, she is one of the few who survived in her group, and so I will continue to watch their progress with much anticipation.
Austin's... dad? "You are the father." Hmm... I don't like him very much --much, much, muchness-- since he's pretty intimidating, and Austin --Austin, Texas-- doesn't seem to like him much either... Fontaine views me as... an experiment... like the labcoats did, back in the lab. I don't know --I Need to Know-- what he wants from me, but whatever it is, I'm terrified.
He used to work at SurfASea... I do not know much about him, but I think he used to work here also... Well, I suppose that's yet another traitor to hunt down, once I have time for myself.
"I may have left SurfASea but honestly... I still hope their business over takes Mr Fountain's endeavours. We were doing good work before we had to start competing with that guy. I wonder what awful stuff he's getting up to."
Those hacks at SurfASea attempted once to perform experiments with birds and humans... Which resulted in this poor young man being permanently disfigured. He came to me for assistance, and as always, I am here to help.
I'd say, 'Poor guy went and turned himself invisible,' but tbh I think he prefers it this way?