6 - Drawing 71 [in person]

[6toleadus]

[Sorry Alessa, 6 has wandered off. He didn't mean to, honestly. He just doesn't really know exactly what he's doing or where he is. In most places that he's been, there are drawings sketched into the dirt or on walls. Drawings of things people have done and things they are going to do. The artist himself is wandering. He'll go back to where

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[harry_b_dresden]

[Hazard was out of the house at last. He'd gotten lost in the junkyard, earlier, but he knew the tricks now, and he was wandering curiously through the nooks and crannies of the labyrinth when he caught a strange scent. Something oily and metallic, accompanied by the faint sounds of clicking moving parts. It had a real personality.

Hazard pokes his head around a corner, spying 6. He lets out a curious little sound.]

[6toleadus]

[If there's one thing that can snap him out of a vision at top speed, it's fear. And when you're as small as he is, any unknown being can be truly terrifying.]

[He pulls away from the wall quickly, long jagged lines of ink marring the still drying sketch there, and backs into a corner. What is this new thing? Is it friendly? Dangerous?]

[harry_b_dresden]

[What is it? Looks and moves like a food thing, but smells like cloth like metal, like a not food thing. Smells also human, like fear human.

Hazard crouches down as he comes around the corner to make himself seem a bit smaller, head tilted up so he could look at him with his big black eyes without his hair getting in the way. His tail wags slowly, curiosity surging through him. Maybe the thing would be his friend.]

[6toleadus]

... beast thing? N-not chase ... please.

[Even the smaller beast things, the ones called cats, liked to chase him. And he doesn't want that! He doesn't even know where he is, or how he got here.]