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The boy, startled, hit the crayon out of the air. He did not respond, and appeared distracted by the crayon. -
After finishing his drawing, the boy seized the dagger and threw it will skill at his own depicted head. Then he collapsed, falling back into tears.
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Once he finally got over his crying, the boy say down and began to draw, slowly and methodically filling up dozens of sheets of paper. He laid then it on the floor, and they began to form a cohesive image. It was an image of himself, in what looked to be a child's bedroom, climbing out of a window.
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The boy took it and put it on the table, perhaps to eat later. Then he curled up on his bed and sobbed.
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The boy did not take it, looking suspicious.
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The boy sniffed, and began tearing up, overwhelmed.
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The boy looked down at his fresh new clothes that he had taken from the room, then at the food on the table. He looked back up at Klave, still very much looking like the child he was, sad and lonely. If Klave paid close attention, he would see bruises and scraped on the boy's hands.
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He looked at her sadly. The boy jolted a bit, but did not respond mentally.
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The small boy exhaled in what seemed like relief, and stared off into nothing, looking for all the world like an ordinary, dejected little kid.
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He crumpled up the drawing of the scale and tossed it to Klave. @UnfortunatelyNamed
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The boy gave no response except for a frustrated tap of his pencil.
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The boy sat back, staring at his work. He looked over to her, his strange color-shifting eyes locking on hers. His gaze lingered there for a moment, and then he went back to his paper, sketching a map of her home area.
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The boy took another paper and began sketching, this time a map of the area they were in, perfectly to scale. He looked over at Klave like he was trying to make a point.
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The boy's hand moved across the paper, quickly but precisely.
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The boy ran straight to his room, then took a pencil and paper and sat on the floor, beginning to write, or perhaps draw.
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The boy continued staring, motionless. After what looked like a brief moment of thought, he leaped to his feet, excited.
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He continued watching Nameless, but he eventually began to untense and his breath grew slower and more regulated. He looked like he wanted to tell Klave something, but his mouth did not open to speak.
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He looked down, growing tense. Something about what Klave had said seemed to bother him.
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His eyes snapped to her, changing from an emerald green to a purple similar to hers. They were curious and piercing, but he said nothing.
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The boy looked up, locking his eyes on Klave's one. They shifted in color as he did, between all different vibrant hues. The boy continued to sit, staring at the man questioningly. Without even looking at where the mosquito was, the boy smacked it to get it off his skin.
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The boy took a shuddering breath, and did not speak or look up.
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During the chaos of all the new arrivals, the boy had backed against the wall again and curled up in a ball on the floor.
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fellowship of the thing Fellowship of the Thing Q&A
The Aspiring Archivist replied to Channelknight Fadran's topic in Roleplaying
From the OP. "There are no character sheets. They are not required. Make one if you want; I don’t care." -
The boy began making his way to the door, the fear apparently gone. His demeanor was furtive, like he was stealing something and trying to get away unseen.
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The boy did not speak, or even nod or shake his head. He looked into the man's eyes, fear being replaced by a peculiar curiosity. Their color seemed to shift as the boy straightened his stance.
