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"There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line."
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Human
60 Yrs
Upper Class
Single
King's Inventor
None
175 Bolts
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Sept 25, 2018 7:51:43 GMT -5
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Jul 24, 2018 11:08:15 GMT -5
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Post by Mathias Truslow on Jul 24, 2018 13:44:09 GMT -5
[For @west ]
It was not safe for Mathias to walk around alone, especially after dark.
It didn’t really make much sense – he was a grown man who knew the city. Why couldn’t he walk alone at nighttime? Well, friends, because he didn’t pay attention to his surroundings and being dark out only made him more liable to hurt himself. And yet, here he was, walking around late at night. For what purpose? He had gotten lost. Again. His house was somewhere but he was beginning to wonder if perhaps he had imagined it. It wouldn’t be the first time he imagined something up like that!
So now he was wandering around but had long since forgotten about looking for his home that he had managed to forget how to get to – notice a trend yet? His mind had wandered back to his work, thinking about the large steam driven machine that could travel across the island in a day or less. He was actively wringing and crumpling his very abused top hat in his hands as he walked, the goggles he wore in his shop still dangling around his neck. His eyes were trained on the ground and his lips twitched as he muttered silently to himself. The street was before him, but his eyes were seeing his workbench instead.
Which turned out to be a problem when he walked directly into the back of a bench. He screamed in alarm and toppled over it, crashing on the ground in an awkward, gangly heap.
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Apr 29, 2024 11:03:43 GMT -5
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Apr 29, 2024 11:03:43 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2018 8:35:00 GMT -5
West was out late as well, but for once it wasn't because he had been working. He had managed to get tickets to see a theater show that he had been interested in for quite some time, and though he went alone he wasn't bothered by that. He sat on the edge of his seat as he watched with awe and reverence, though he did laugh once...when someone had been stabbed in the chest... He got some weird looks at that but he hardly noticed.
He left the theater feeling rejuvenated, he loved the arts, in all their shapes and sizes. He too was lost in his own thoughts, though not nearly as much as his 'partner' who he didn't notice until the man tumbled over a bench and crashed to the group. West stopped walked and looked down at him in thought for a moment before he finally took action. He stepped over to Mathias and heaved him to his feet if the man allowed, his mechanical hand gripping the man's upper arm as he did so.
"Lost in your thoughts again, Mathias?" He asked. "Where are you headed?"
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"There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line."
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Human
60 Yrs
Upper Class
Single
King's Inventor
None
175 Bolts
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Sept 25, 2018 7:51:43 GMT -5
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Jul 24, 2018 11:08:15 GMT -5
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Post by Mathias Truslow on Jul 27, 2018 9:55:09 GMT -5
Mathias was heaved up with apparent ease, and though it did not hurt he gave a shriek of alarm, stumbling backwards once he was righted. Wide eyes sought out whoever touched him…and with great joy he found none other than his more surgically inclined better half. “WEST!” he said, tone shrill and giddy. He patted his bum and coat, causing dust to fly off of his rumpled clothes from having landed on the dirty street. Then he lifted his hands, resting his pointed chin on the heels of his palms, thrumming his cheeks with his fingertips. Where was he going.
“Well you see I have lost my house.” He said with a disgruntled huff, spinning in a circle as he looked about. Nope. No house here. Upon almost completing his turn he suddenly ducked low, making an exaggerated arch back up to his full height, his face mere inches from the surgeon’s. One eye was squinted and the other wide open in a look of suspicion. “Did you attach legs to it you tricksy, tricksy fellow you?!” he said accusingly. “And now my house has walked away and however shall I find it! Ever the prankster, good sir!”
Claimed through here
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Apr 29, 2024 11:03:43 GMT -5
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Apr 29, 2024 11:03:43 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2018 7:37:32 GMT -5
Mathias was quite the character and rather than being put off by it he found the man’s unique personality to be refreshing from the every day norm. It was a good thing he wasn’t bothered by it or they would not have been able to work together as well as they did.
He watched in subtle amusement at the inventor’s actions as he looked around for his house, the smile still on his lips with Mathias turned back to him and accused him of installing legs on his house. He shook his head in a friendly amused manner.
“You know me better than that, Mathias. I operate solely on people.” He said with a smirk. “Come on, ill help you find it.” Of course he knew where his colleague lived and he turned in that direction, waving for Mathias to join him.
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"There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line."
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Human
60 Yrs
Upper Class
Single
King's Inventor
None
175 Bolts
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Sept 25, 2018 7:51:43 GMT -5
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Jul 24, 2018 11:08:15 GMT -5
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Post by Mathias Truslow on Sept 21, 2018 7:40:11 GMT -5
Mathias's eye twitched, pursed lips pulling off to one side, at the surgeon as he noted he only operated on people. Hmmmmm he supposed that would make it awfully difficult to operate on a house. "Well if you didn't send my house off an a grand adventure, who did?!" He said, the look on his face melting from one of suspicion into one of worry. Would he ever find his home again?! Wherever would he sleep or eat toast with jam?!
West offered to help him find his house and Mathias gasped, stumbling backwards a bit as he gaped at him. Then he broke out into a wide toothy smile. "MY HERO!" he shouted, jumping in the air and clicking his heels together. The inventor rushed after the surgeon, wrapping his arms around him in a tight embrace as they walked, unless he was otherwise stopped from doing so. "Now I know ehat maidens in storybooks feel like being saved by a handsome knight." He said with a dramatic sigh. "Life goal accomplished, truly a hero you are, West!"
WC: 181
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