Let me tell you I have seen where great ideas are born
Who: Tronzler & whoever's around to bump into him
When: Right about now
Where: City, near the edges of habitation (he hangs out around there a lot)
Warnings: None likely, will update if necessary
Things were changing more and more quickly, new arrivals seemed to be falling in with an almost-alarming regularity. It was enough to leave him feeling even more unsure than usual, and besides that, the dreams had started again, which just confused things further. He'd gone for a race with Quorra not too long ago, and he'd watched the party from afar, keeping track of the programs coming and going, even though he'd had no real desire to join them.
Right then he was surveying the rubble field that was all that remained of a bombed-out building, mentally picking his way across it making a path in his mind before so much as twitching. He knew that parts of it were unstable and more treacherous than they looked, and that the only way to find them would be to land on them, which was something he wanted to avoid. Trapped under a cycles-old wreck was really not the way he wanted to go, not unless there was a good reason for it.
He knew that he could take the easy way around, the rooftops of the nearby buildings would be enough for him to get around the rubble heap without much trouble. But he had already decided that he wanted the trouble, he had to do something that would take all his focus, or at least most of it, so that he didn't have to think any further ahead or more deeply than his next move. He needed something to drown out the noise in his head, or at least try to, since he wasn't sure that was even possible.
When: Right about now
Where: City, near the edges of habitation (he hangs out around there a lot)
Warnings: None likely, will update if necessary
Things were changing more and more quickly, new arrivals seemed to be falling in with an almost-alarming regularity. It was enough to leave him feeling even more unsure than usual, and besides that, the dreams had started again, which just confused things further. He'd gone for a race with Quorra not too long ago, and he'd watched the party from afar, keeping track of the programs coming and going, even though he'd had no real desire to join them.
Right then he was surveying the rubble field that was all that remained of a bombed-out building, mentally picking his way across it making a path in his mind before so much as twitching. He knew that parts of it were unstable and more treacherous than they looked, and that the only way to find them would be to land on them, which was something he wanted to avoid. Trapped under a cycles-old wreck was really not the way he wanted to go, not unless there was a good reason for it.
He knew that he could take the easy way around, the rooftops of the nearby buildings would be enough for him to get around the rubble heap without much trouble. But he had already decided that he wanted the trouble, he had to do something that would take all his focus, or at least most of it, so that he didn't have to think any further ahead or more deeply than his next move. He needed something to drown out the noise in his head, or at least try to, since he wasn't sure that was even possible.