"Annex" is finally posted and now it's time for some short, mindless madness. Though knowing me, it'll morph into uncontrollable things, as usual.
Who can play: Glitch, Ambrose, Cain, Raw, in almost any combination including threesomes. Post your requests and we'll see what happens.
Who can play: Glitch, Ambrose, Cain, Raw, in almost any combination including threesomes. Post your requests and we'll see what happens.
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A necklace given to a friend as a child and only recently discovering that one of them was that friend.
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Shaking his head at the pathetic piece of cloth, Wyatt shook out the dust and was not surprised when an odd collection of small things scattered to the floor, falling from the depths of the jacket.
Folding it carefully and setting it on a nearby chair, Cain knelt down and picked up the bits of shell, beads, rusted metal nuts and bolts, and a filthy length of string. He was drawn to the last item, as it was knotted into a circle and had a muddy clump of something attached to the side opposite where it was tied. It was a necklace, obviously old and well-loved.
Sitting on the edge of Glitch's bed, he fingered the charm hanging from it with a frown. He brushed his fingers carefully over its surface, revealing faded blue and white paint. When all the dirt was cleared away, he was stunned to recognize the shape. It was a badge, a childish rendering of a Tin Man's badge made of crudely carved wood.
What struck him was the familiar handwriting scrolled down the center spokes of the badge, the name "Ambrose" written in black ink.
It could have been made by anyone but he knew, without a doubt, that he had made it. It was a curse and a blessing of spending so many annuals locked in an iron suit; all his life's memories remained fresh and clear, as he was unable to create new ones while imprisoned.
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As a child, he and his father, a Sergeant in the Tin Man ranks, had visited the royal palace in Central City when his father was to receive a commendation. Cain had been eight annuals at the time and had been bored quickly with the stuffy proceedings.
Wandering over, he sat next to a boy a bit younger than him, a boy dressed in fine clothes and impeccably groomed. "Who are you?" Wyatt asked the boy.
Back stiff and chin held high, the boy answered primly, "Ambrose. My mother is a royal advisor."
"I'm Wyatt," Cain answered, kicking his feet against the tall chair's legs. "I'm gonna be a Tin Man like my father."
Ambrose looked at him curiously. "My mother says it's dangerous being a Tin Man."
"It is, but I'm not scared," Wyatt told him proudly.
"I'm not scared of anything," Ambrose countered stiffly. "I could be a Tin Man if I wanted to."
Wyatt grinned at the younger boy and reached into his pocket, fishing out the wooden badge he had carved the night before. "Do you have a pen?"
Ambrose frowned curiously, but stuck his hand into his own inside pocket. "Of course I do. It's important to always be ready to write down observations."
Taking the pen from Ambrose, Wyatt scratched his new friend's name into the soft wood. After filling in the scratches with the black ink, he nodded at his handywork and gave the pen back to Ambrose. "Here," he said, handing the inscribed badge to the other boy. "If you think you can be as brave as a Tin Man, you need to have one of these."
The younger boy opened his hand, letting Wyatt set the carving into his small hand. "Thank you, Wyatt," Ambrose smiled at him. He reached into another pocket and tugged out a bit of string, threading it though one of the carved holes and tying the ends together. Looping it over his head, he tucked the gift under his shirt. "I promise to keep it safe."
**
"What'd you find there, Tin Man?" Glitch's voice shook Cain out of his memories. Looking up, he saw the briefest hint of the little boy in the grown man now approaching him. He wondered if he should answer. He doubted Glitch remembered the origins of the badge; on the other hand, Ambrose and Glitch had made sure to hold onto the token all these annuals. Even if Glitch didn't remember where it had come from, he obviously felt that it was important enough to keep.
Cain stood up, placing the necklace carefully on top of Glitch's folded coat. "I'll tell you later. Let's go see if they found the kitchen yet."
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I loved that one. It was sweet, but deep!
*sigh*
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