KatieCurbstomp wrote:Annie looked at Blazer. "Who else would've seen hIs foster parnents?" she asked rolling her eyes. "his body may strong but the soul I found has memories from knights early life, in and out memories of the school and the prison. Nothing else makes sense." She said laying on Knight's bed. She felt extremely tired.
Verdana wrote:Ty// He finds other beings such... Fleeting creatures. Yes. Fleeting. That's the word. The come, they go. They're impatient and quick and moody. He watches them with the fascination and complete lack of understanding that a tourist has when they watch a lion in the wild. Why, only a moment ago the fellow that is called Knight is talking about the time, and then there's another one, noting the destruction of his bedroom. Ty doesn't know how the time is relevant to their conversation, but he agrees that it is, indeed, eight o'clock. Whether it's morning or evening, he's not entirely sure. It doesn't matter to him either way. He doesn't need to sleep very much. Morning, night, it's all the same. One just has marginally less natural light than the other.
So time passes on. The young fellow who smells oddly like cat comes and goes, and with his leaving, Ty's interest in the current situation dwindles. He begins to whistle to himself, and goes to work picking little bits of finely-crafted debris out of the walls, carpet, light fixtures, corners. He fishes some out from under the bed, out of other machines, and then he begins on himself. Waste not, want not. Ty believes very firmly in this saying. What is to some the mangled spring out of their broken ballpoint pen is to Ty the last fixture in a machine that will automatically correct dysfuntional retinas. He begins to hum tunelessly to himself, his mind already on the next grand creation.
But first, perhaps another sandwich...




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