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[Closed] Mortician, Watchmaker, and many other names

Apr 04, 2010 12:51

[ Characters ] Tir McDohl, Sylvan
[ Location ] The Clock Tower
[ Date/Time ] Sunday Morning, April 4
[ Warning ] No idea. 8D;
[ Content ] Tir decides he wants a few things answered, and who better to ask than the first Roleholder he met?

( Because it's all lies despite the truth. )

[suikoden] tir mcdohl, !closed, !the watchmaker

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roleholders April 4 2010, 05:13:07 UTC

He was a busy man ( ... )

journeyfromwar April 4 2010, 05:25:17 UTC

"I hope I'm not interrupting." He glances at the clocks in his hand. Those seemed like the ones he spotted last night. Were they the same ones? He wasn't certain, but if they were, then he probably wasn't too far off in his suspicions.

He knows something, and Tir will find out what it is.

If he had known Sylvan's thoughts, maybe he would have thought about it twice to bother him, but then he had more trust in this man than in the other three, though not by much. After all, he was the only one who made some sense out of all of them, not by far, but it was enough for Tir to approach him as opposed to the others, and also because of the clocks.

Though then again, Sylvan wasn't likely to avoid this meeting either unless he left the Tower at any point, as Tir had already set his mind on him and no one else. He would have to apologize for the inconvenience later.

"I have a few questions I wish to ask."

roleholders April 4 2010, 05:59:06 UTC

"You've interrupted enough anyway ( ... )

journeyfromwar April 4 2010, 06:18:55 UTC

He opens his mouth, then closes it almost immediately, thinking for a moment. There were a lot of things that he wanted to ask, more than he probably would be given the chance to. It was hard not to think, after all, when you spot people needlessly killing each other, only to remember vague details of what happened, and neither a face or a name retains in their memory. Somehow, seeing the clocks gave him a fear he hasn't felt in a while, one that was not as easy to dismiss as others.

What was that he saw? Was it really how this war would work? How did it occur? A lot of things he wanted---needed--- to ask, and he wasn't sure where to start.

He places a hand to his own chest and sighs, trying to keep a clear mind. Worrying right now when he hasn't even learned anything wasn't a good idea. He needs to stay focused.

Though this action does bring a question in mind.

"Are we still human...?"

Because not being able to feel one's heartbeat didn't seem right at all.

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