Julius ❧ oo1

[masterofclocks]

Who: Julius and anyone who comes across him
Where: A field in Espoir
Style: Either
Status: Open~

Comments

[beamishly]

[Aaaand, from the nearby branches of a tree, a voice.]

What's going on is certainly an on-going, and what's on-going is certainly going on. Of course, the only want for it to cease and desist is to stop going all together.

[masterofclocks]

[Uh, what? Julius looks up at the tree, surprised but still not amused.]

Where am I?

[We're just... going to ignore all the confusing things you're saying.]

[beamishly]

[The cat beams.]

You are under a tree of a most incredible caliber. Or perhaps outcredible, if you think about it. After all, you are where you once were not, and surely that must be out.

[masterofclocks]

[... What. Can't you make sense, we kind of need it right now, s-sob,]

[beamishly]

Standing in uffish thought, are we?

[masterofclocks]

[We don't like you. :|]

Answer my question.

[beamishly]

To answer is to react as to react is to show. And I'm showing you a face, am I not?

Or perhaps I'm not all here to begin with. How curious, how curious indeed.

[masterofclocks]

[Annoyed]

Can't you talk in anything but riddles?

[beamishly]

Did I riddle?

Goodness, I hadn't thought I'd riddle at all. After all, I'm nothing if impermeable.

[masterofclocks]

[...]

... This is a waste of my time.

[beamishly]

[/trolls |Da]

A waste is but time in itself. A time and place for every waste, and then some.

What wastes have you rid yourself of, kind sir?

[masterofclocks]

[Frown. Urge to walk away, rising...]