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Luca Balsa
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"Now that he's free, nothing is stopping him from completing his greatest invention." | Roleplay/Parody account unaffiliated w/ NetEase | Ran by lofthousezzz
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I am the most enlightened state of this world.
If my knowledge did not spread, this world would be blind.

I am the most foolish of this world.
Because of my knowledge, this world cannot be understood.

- book txt 1-3
—tightly, the parchment crinkling up under the pressure.

He will begin life anew, no ties to his father, no ties to *anyone* but his new mentor.

He will prove to his father that he was and always will be better than him.

Better than everyone.

He would be the best, just like his father wanted.


He left without a trace after the funeral, not returning home. He brought what little belongings he had after his father had sold them all off, and any manuscripts that he had tucked away for inventions that he thought could make a difference.

He clutched the acceptance letter in his hand—


In just three years his father had ruined everything. In just three years *he* had ruined everything. He stared blankly as the casket was lowered; practically the last of his own money had gone towards this funeral.

His father was nowhere to be seen. He never did care about mom, did he?



He sat at his desk, face tucked in his elbow, fighting away tears as ink spilled forth from his tipped over inkwell.

Men don't cry. He couldn't cry. He didn't want to wake his mother up

A cold gust of wind snuffed out the candlelight, plunging his room into an all too comforting darkness.



The boy had learned English practically on his own, he had learned mathematics on his own, sciences, history, *engineering*. Yet it was still never enough. He was never enough.

The pressure mounted yet he didn't let it flow out. He couldn't. He wouldn't want to wake up his poor mother.



And yet those words continued to ring out in his mind, that he could be doing better. He was never enough in the eyes of his father, he was never on his level of expertise. He could never get to where his father wanted him to be as the goalpost just moved further and further out of reach.



She was quickly reprimanded.

The man's son could do nothing but watch.

Time and time again he would stay up until the late hours of the night, smacking his palm against his forehead as he memorized complicated formulas and electrical wirings.



"You could be doing better." The man said to his child, eyeing him down with a distinct strictness,"I know you could be doing better because you are my child. I did not raise you to be a slacker."

The man's wife came to her child's, now 15 years of age, side, defending him.

—palpable to everyone. Etching away at his slate dutifully, refusing to fall behind, staying awake until the darkest hours of the night just to memorize everything he was taught over, and over, and over again.

This was good.

This was commendable.

This was praiseworthy.

[SOLO WORK, tw for child neglect and abuse]

The young boy was fully absorbed in his work. His teachers always commented on how he strived to be the best in class, and always had a lopsided smile on his face when he completed any assignment. He was proud, oh, so proud.

...But his stubbornness was—
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such obsession also weakens the Prisoner's perception of his surroundings
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I will forget... not only inventions... also important encounters... (`⊗﹁◓´) A man like that deserves to be alone, doesn't he? (TL: @/fc_idv)
—it. And that's not even 'cause it's a touchy subject, it's more that I barely even know what happened!"

Luca paused, his iris flicking to the side,

"W-Well... It *is* a touchy subject, but... You get what I mean. Unless you don't and I've just been talkin' malarkey at ya. S-Sorry 'bout that..."
"Yes! Yes exactly! It's the same sort of thing, a spring motor!"

Luca said with clasped hands,

"You've got an eye for making connections, that's a really commendable trait. O-Oh! Also, you can just call me Luca. Luca Balsa. Heheh... heh. Before you ask, yes, *that* one. No, I won't get into—

...

are almost the same— I turn this key and it's song is played merely by its sheet of paper, never thought about the delicate hands that had even thought to come up with such technology. remarkable, really. I admire your attributes and dedication for knowledge, mister. "


"I'd get it faster if I had a good look at the patent, but who knows when I'll get the time and privilege to do that?"
—What I'm still tryna figure out is how it plays the music itself... I know it's got somethin' t' do with the player needle and the grooves on the records but... That's where I'm stumped!"

He then sighed before chuckling,

—as he retrieved it and raised it up to show,

"The hand crank! It's ingenious, really, you turn the crank which winds up the clockspring in the motor and that's able to let it power everything else for an allotted amount of time! This sort o' technology's been around for *ages*, though...—
—part in more detail.

"Y'see here? I do believe what we're lookin' at is a spring-powered motor! These babies are absolutely amazin' at what they do! See there's, ah, uh—"

Luca scrambled his hands about, eye squinted as he searched for the next part to show. He let out a small 'aha!'—
—the music player's boxy, wooden exterior.

"I've been eying this darn thing up for a while now and thought, to hell with it, I'll look at what parts this here phonograph uses even if they gotta drag me away kickin' and hollerin'!"

He giggled, stopping to catch his breath before showing off the—
Luca's eyes practically lit up at the opportunity to explain everything he could... especially if it meant he could humble brag just a teensy bit.

"Well, I'm just doin' what any good inventor does... Learnin' from others!"

Luca beamed, holding up the wind up motor he had procured from within—

...

chuckle that mused from her lips, faint smile curving on her features as the dancer simply shook her head

"pardon me .. mister— I didn't mean to alarm you. I was heading elsewhere but, overhead noises from from the corridor. my apologies for asking but . . . what are you doing exactly? "


"G-Good evenin' to you, miss! Pardon my tinkerin', I-I apologize."

He blurted out hastily, lowering his head in a sheepish manner,

"Didn't think that anyone would be wantin' to be down here at this sort of hour..."
—saw the face of a young woman illuminated by the warm candlelight.

Luca didn't exactly recognize her, which isn't saying much considering he didn't recognize most people, but she didn't appear to be manor staff or someone who would want to get him in trouble with said staff. Lucky him!


The sound of footsteps alerted him to a presence right behind him. He gasped and dropped the screwdriver he was holding, which clattered to the floor incredibly noisily.

He turned to face whoever had snuck up on him, totally expecting to have been busted. However, instead, he—


Of course, a part of him knew that this was possibly considered vandalism at best and destruction of property at worst, but... He was gonna put it back together, good as new! No one would suspect a thing.

And so, he worked, beginning a complete tear down of the thing despite his tremors.

@muslcbox.bsky.social

It was a cold and rainy evening, and Luca had took it upon himself to provide himself enrichment. No one was going to be using the gramophone this late, he reckoned, and, ooh, ever since hearing of these newfangled things he knew he just had to take one apart!