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Trying to write in a google doc isn't fun. For some reason I like this sites text boxes more, so now I'm drafting future posts for Ronald's character arc here.

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Marcus Ashborn

Marcus sighed as the student fell asleep on the other side of his desk. It was not a pleasant activity, interplanar travel, but this was the most efficient way he had found. Standing up, he slid a bookshelf aside revealing what used to be an unfinished storage space, similar to an attic. Now there was a large smooth slate in the middle, and three sleeping people laid on the side of the room. Then deliberately walking around his desk, he picked up the student and carried her through the doorway l
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Mac's dream

Mac dreamt of Darkness. He dreamt of the darkness of night. He dreamt of pinpricks of light, hanging far above tall forests of dangling vines. He dreamt of moonlit paths winding through the trees and underbrush, and he was happy.  But like all things in his world, dreams do not last. Their decay is quick in the face of a ringing clock. As the tension rose in his shoulders, and the dream fled to memory, he arose to a complete darkness. This darkness lacked the clarity of night, but inst
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Eyes and Ives and words and durds.

The Clocktower was admittedly a nice find. Not many people know about it simply because they fear missing it! Ives was safe from devious scientists trying to find him.  And HR. Cant forget HR. Some how those insane folk are still kicking around being annoying and stupid and weird and stupid-  Clocktower yes. His clocktower.  He made it way to the base of it, his padded moccasins barely making a sound against the cobblestones of the plaza he found himself in. The splintered wood of the
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Mac 3

Mac walked his way through several alleys, his shredded soul giving him constant sight into the alleys and their horrors. Admittedly, being able to see all the alleys was nice when actively alley traveling, it was just that being able to turn it off was also very nice as well. Thats why he needed the monocle. While generally they helped restore stability, mental stability spikes were ineffective once a soul was too damaged. He had figured out however, that a single spike, hooked up to a monocle
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Mac 2

His hands clenched, Mac eventually forced out the words in a bare whisper "What do you mean he forged the planet?" The denizen wanted more then anything to slink away into the alleys, except that the alleys were in chaos right now. They were swirling around them faster then wind in a tornado. He knew Mac wouldn't take the news well, but in he hadn't seen Mac this visibly angry in several decades. No one had. "Yessir, the whole p- planet sir." The words came out in a stuttering flood, maybe
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Mac

Mac sat carefully behind the threshold of the alley. To his right lay an open street, to his left the alleys. Usually he wouldn't be so cautious about physically staying in the alleys, but on a day like today, in a place like this, he wasn't taking any risks. He was meeting a spy, one from his private network, whom he had sent back to check on The City. Mac more or less trusted the man, but one never threw caution to the wind when dealing with the DA. He glanced to the right, where he had s
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Why the DA?

He came to the AV because of his criminal past, and a strong desire to get away from the IRS. Rumor said that this was the biggest and best tax haven in the world. When he arrived, it made sense. The only city on the planet was in ruins, their infrastructure destroyed, and while everyone was reeling in a moment of momentary peace, the only group that was even slightly able to pay his wages was the DA.  He got in contact with them by nearly ingesting a cookie, but then convincing one of them to l
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The library 2.0

again, a rough draft.   The DA had many places where one could turn for knowledge. The Department of Records was likely the safest of those, if the most mundane. It was there that Ronald started his search.  The long halls of the DADR were empty, with weak lights every couple of meters that flickered unevenly. It was almost as if they were trying to look like they were in a horror movie. He shuddered. To be fair, living here was like a real life horror movie. You had to eat or be
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The Library.

NOTE: this is a very very rough draft.   The Library.  Deemed utterly useless by some, and Voidus' great gift to mankind by others, it was a realization of Jorge Luis Borges's 1941 short story, The Library of Babel. No one knew how it ended up in the alleys. But considering these were the alleys, it likely popped up overnight. The contents were simple if irritating. Every book was 410 standard pages (about 1500 characters), like the original library. However there were 95 possible
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On hunger and power.

Ronald sat as his desk, pondering his meeting with Lita. He nearly hadn't made it out of there, He shuddered. Even a full 24 hours later the fury in her eyes as she realized that he was standing in her was scared him. Despite his best efforts at talking his way out of there, it barely worked. His gamble had failed. His attempt at pitting the two departments against each other had failed, and his life nearly taken in payment.  He had never really been one for power. To him it was a means to
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