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This city seems to have all manner of beasts. Pity none of them are of the type I need.
The fountain appears to be half-choked with gore. It makes for interesting images, if you stare into the blood.*
All the powers returned, obviously. I've stopped the headache, but . . . hm.
Is there anyone here in the city with . . . 'special' abilities of the mind?
These journals are actually turning out to be quite useful. They're incredibly similar to the ones back home.
[Private]
I . . . the fountain, and--he couldn't--I--
NO!
*deep breaths* I have to get a hold of myself. It should not be this hard. It should not be--
But the fountain. I should have known, with the way everything works here, how it would work, with the blood, but I didn't--
Tenn. Tenn. I went to the fountain to see if I could see you live, not see you-- Not again.
Never again.
Note to self: Never look in the fountain when it's bloody.
And that man--it shouldn't have disturbed me so much, but after the fountain I can't make myself--
. . .
This must be a side effect of surpressing my mental powers. I can't suppress them entirely or I can't see, but if I don't I still get pain and that damned ticking. I have to find a way to block the sound but not my sight. All this suppression and releasing is destabilizing me.
So that man, who calls himself 'Ieyasu Hotta'. The resemblance . . . it's entirely possible that it's coincidental, but the hannin scar, criminal . . . it is . . . suspicious. And his powers, if what I've gathered from his journal is any indication . . .
I'll have to hack into his private entries. It shouldn't be too hard, he barely seems to know how to use these things. And hacking here isn't so much different from hacking back on earth.
And the people here are so much freer with the information they release . . . it's making my going much easier.
Now. I must see about rebuilding my pack or getting into contact with my old one, investigating this Hotta, discovering more about this city, and possibly finding this Kaen man.
At least I won't be bored. And this warehouse . . . it's almost as accomodating as the one back 'home'. *sardonic smile*
[/Private]
I am also in need of a library.
((* Since the fountain normally shows pictures of the present or past, I'm just using the idea that, with blood in it like it's got right now, it shows a death in the past or present of the person looking into it. Feel free to not go along with this, I just needed some trauma for my little shireikan. o_O))
The fountain appears to be half-choked with gore. It makes for interesting images, if you stare into the blood.*
All the powers returned, obviously. I've stopped the headache, but . . . hm.
Is there anyone here in the city with . . . 'special' abilities of the mind?
These journals are actually turning out to be quite useful. They're incredibly similar to the ones back home.
[Private]
I . . . the fountain, and--he couldn't--I--
NO!
*deep breaths* I have to get a hold of myself. It should not be this hard. It should not be--
But the fountain. I should have known, with the way everything works here, how it would work, with the blood, but I didn't--
Tenn. Tenn. I went to the fountain to see if I could see you live, not see you-- Not again.
Never again.
Note to self: Never look in the fountain when it's bloody.
And that man--it shouldn't have disturbed me so much, but after the fountain I can't make myself--
. . .
This must be a side effect of surpressing my mental powers. I can't suppress them entirely or I can't see, but if I don't I still get pain and that damned ticking. I have to find a way to block the sound but not my sight. All this suppression and releasing is destabilizing me.
So that man, who calls himself 'Ieyasu Hotta'. The resemblance . . . it's entirely possible that it's coincidental, but the hannin scar, criminal . . . it is . . . suspicious. And his powers, if what I've gathered from his journal is any indication . . .
I'll have to hack into his private entries. It shouldn't be too hard, he barely seems to know how to use these things. And hacking here isn't so much different from hacking back on earth.
And the people here are so much freer with the information they release . . . it's making my going much easier.
Now. I must see about rebuilding my pack or getting into contact with my old one, investigating this Hotta, discovering more about this city, and possibly finding this Kaen man.
At least I won't be bored. And this warehouse . . . it's almost as accomodating as the one back 'home'. *sardonic smile*
[/Private]
I am also in need of a library.
((* Since the fountain normally shows pictures of the present or past, I'm just using the idea that, with blood in it like it's got right now, it shows a death in the past or present of the person looking into it. Feel free to not go along with this, I just needed some trauma for my little shireikan. o_O))