[Because a chair isn't complete without a table, there's a boy wandering around town atop one of those. It makes horse clip-clop sounds when it walks down the street for some reason. Who knows? Actually he's not wandering more than he is shopping, but the horse-table seems to instinctively follow the flying chair's path . . . Lucas doesn't notice; he's too busy staring.]
[Okay, Dist is certainly no stranger to things moving in ways that they really shouldn't, but a walking table is something he has to admit he's never seen before. It takes him a bit to notice that he's being followed, but when he does he turns, inspecting the table curiously.]
Interesting. Is it enchanted?
[He feels stupid asking, but he has to remind himself that fontech is unique to Auldrant, while magic seems almost universal among Mayfield's residents.]
[The table doesn't seem to care. When it is stopped like this, there is absolutely nothing strange about it except for the peculiar design. It looks like a Mr. Saturn. Lucas frowns a little.]
It might have something to do with PSI, but I don't think so. The people who gave it to me . . . They're very unique.
Maybe someone ought to teach them. The only problem with the Mr. Saturns is that they can't speak and explain things in English very well. Their tea helps a little . . .
...I never understood why they didn't get it. I was building beautiful things when I was a child.
[It's a forlorn statement more than anything else. Jade is the only person he's met that can talk to him on the same intellectual level, and that's a lonely place to be.]
Sometimes, you have to explain things like you would to someone very young. Most people don't understand PSI at all, even when I try to break it down as much as I can.
And they're the poorer for it. They took my brilliance for granted and they're squandering it by keeping me locked in the basement. That's what I have to look forward to when I get out of here.
[Tortured at the whims of a sadistic town or locked away in a cell forever. What a set of options.]
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Interesting. Is it enchanted?
[He feels stupid asking, but he has to remind himself that fontech is unique to Auldrant, while magic seems almost universal among Mayfield's residents.]
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[Mr. Saturn technology is a mystery. The table stops when Dist does and Lucas begins to feel a little awkward.]
Is yours?
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[He reaches out to touch it, curious.]
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It might have something to do with PSI, but I don't think so. The people who gave it to me . . . They're very unique.
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[He isn't sure what he expects touching it to do, but he's a little disappointed when nothing happens.]
A lot of people from my world are in your position. Anything they're not handed from the Dawn Age is incomprehensible to them for some reason.
[This isn't said as an insult, but since it's Dist, it probably comes out like one.]
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Maybe someone ought to teach them. The only problem with the Mr. Saturns is that they can't speak and explain things in English very well. Their tea helps a little . . .
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...I never understood why they didn't get it. I was building beautiful things when I was a child.
[It's a forlorn statement more than anything else. Jade is the only person he's met that can talk to him on the same intellectual level, and that's a lonely place to be.]
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[He hesitates.]
...I really wasn't in a place to teach anyone much of anything.
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It's alright. You can't make people listen to you if they don't want to.
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[Tortured at the whims of a sadistic town or locked away in a cell forever. What a set of options.]
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Um. I don't mean to be rude, but . . . did you do anything that deserves being locked up?
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