It can move sideways, and slantways, and backways, and any other way you could think of... *OTA*
There were good days and then there were bad days. Everyone could agree on this. With Martini, this took on a whole other meaning in regards to his visions. Some days he could filter them out and stay grounded in the present. Others, they pressed in hard and thick, making concentration all but impossible. If he fought it, all that would happen was a tired mind on the end of a losing battle. So for today, he didn't bother. This had already led to the trees surrounding the camp now looking like a diagram of the four seasons, which had left several curious soldiers scratching their heads.
Now he was wandering through the camp seemingly everywhere at once. One second he was in the mess hall, which added on several years to the cook's life when he was suddenly right beside him, and the next he was by the indoor pool soaking his feet. It was easy enough to do when time could be slowed down to almost perfect stillness with a thought.
"They don't know what's coming." The limit of where his mind was shown as he chatted with, of all things, a wall. "I know, but they don't listen to me. They're silly. If they could only see the way it all comes together, like I do, then they'd pay more attention." He sighed and shook his head. "Nobody ever listens. That's why I gotta listen for 'em." Then he was off again, flit flit flit, to somewhere else in the camp.
Now he was wandering through the camp seemingly everywhere at once. One second he was in the mess hall, which added on several years to the cook's life when he was suddenly right beside him, and the next he was by the indoor pool soaking his feet. It was easy enough to do when time could be slowed down to almost perfect stillness with a thought.
"They don't know what's coming." The limit of where his mind was shown as he chatted with, of all things, a wall. "I know, but they don't listen to me. They're silly. If they could only see the way it all comes together, like I do, then they'd pay more attention." He sighed and shook his head. "Nobody ever listens. That's why I gotta listen for 'em." Then he was off again, flit flit flit, to somewhere else in the camp.