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trans_92011-10-20 01:54 pm
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Memories Can't Be Identically Replayed [Open]
It's been a few weeks or so since Ted had pop dropped, and admittedly he was feeling a lot more better than he had woken up. Though since his encounter with that old man, something had piqued his curiosity; which was the Sensoriums. After awhile, looking around and the like, he manage to learn that the special thing about this room was to create a field base on the user's mind, or something like that.
Upon entering the Sensorium, he tried poking around and make a particular memory of his playing back.
Suddenly, the room's lighting turned dark as the scenery suddenly shift into an empty alleyway, judging by the buildings, it was something akin to old, rundown alleys from the murkier areas of a town. On the end of the alleyway, there lies another kid, probably no older than the blond, however the child appearance seemed off. The manic look, the cackling and, of course, the glow on the child's hand. Next to the manic-looking child was an adult roughly around his mid-twenties, he looked like the average white-collared business man. In his hands were however a strange, copper-colored book, shining brightly on it's own. Unlike his partner, the man seems mildly uninterested on the scene that's soon to unfold.
"Perfect," the blond muttered, the memory was almost exactly recreated, sans particular details.
Without any hesitation, Ted charge forward and threw the first punch at the strange child. By the impact, the child was sent flying a few feat away. The other quickly got back to their feat, albeit a slightly battered despite being only attacked once. Angrily, they commanded their partner to fire a spell, they held out their hand, ready to fire the spell at Ted. Too easy, he made a swift turn and ran forward again, this time landing a heavy hit on his opponent's stomach. The child was soon on their knees, clutching to their stomach and muttering at disbelieve how someone 'without a bookkeeper' had mobilize them so quickly within two attacks.
Ted sighed, "way too easy," the room then turned back to it's original state. He was positive that his opponent would be strong as he imagined they would, or perhaps it was because he had the Sensoriums to be almost exact as his memories. The blond put a hand on his chin and thought to himself, if the case was the latter, then perhaps he really wasn't weak despite not having Jeed around to recite his spells.
Whatever the case was, during the whole ordeal, he left the door opened and the demon child was in deep thought to notice anyone should someone came in this time around.
Upon entering the Sensorium, he tried poking around and make a particular memory of his playing back.
Suddenly, the room's lighting turned dark as the scenery suddenly shift into an empty alleyway, judging by the buildings, it was something akin to old, rundown alleys from the murkier areas of a town. On the end of the alleyway, there lies another kid, probably no older than the blond, however the child appearance seemed off. The manic look, the cackling and, of course, the glow on the child's hand. Next to the manic-looking child was an adult roughly around his mid-twenties, he looked like the average white-collared business man. In his hands were however a strange, copper-colored book, shining brightly on it's own. Unlike his partner, the man seems mildly uninterested on the scene that's soon to unfold.
"Perfect," the blond muttered, the memory was almost exactly recreated, sans particular details.
Without any hesitation, Ted charge forward and threw the first punch at the strange child. By the impact, the child was sent flying a few feat away. The other quickly got back to their feat, albeit a slightly battered despite being only attacked once. Angrily, they commanded their partner to fire a spell, they held out their hand, ready to fire the spell at Ted. Too easy, he made a swift turn and ran forward again, this time landing a heavy hit on his opponent's stomach. The child was soon on their knees, clutching to their stomach and muttering at disbelieve how someone 'without a bookkeeper' had mobilize them so quickly within two attacks.
Ted sighed, "way too easy," the room then turned back to it's original state. He was positive that his opponent would be strong as he imagined they would, or perhaps it was because he had the Sensoriums to be almost exact as his memories. The blond put a hand on his chin and thought to himself, if the case was the latter, then perhaps he really wasn't weak despite not having Jeed around to recite his spells.
Whatever the case was, during the whole ordeal, he left the door opened and the demon child was in deep thought to notice anyone should someone came in this time around.
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"Or... was anyways," he added, with a hint of worry in his voice.
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"'sides talking ponies are normal, or from where I came from anyways."
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"Coyotes, where I'm from. I mean, in terms of animals that can talk." Howard shrugs. He really doesn't like the coyotes.
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He then continued his explanation, "so no one actually bothered to do something about a kid asking around if they can read his crazy-languaged book."
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I'm sorry for late tags ;;
"Traveled around the human world though with my partner, it was pretty cool."
No problem! You were busy!
As much as Ted wouldn't admit that, if he did they'd probably find remarkable common ground. In a tragic way. "Sounds like it. I never got to travel. Your partner here?"
salkd thank you ;w;
"The old guy's like that, almost all bad points like being cheap, snoring and smoking but he isn't all bad." The last part, however, sounded more like a whisper. Despite his choice of words he missed his bookkeeper more than he lets on.
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The blonde shoved his hands to his pocket and gave a small smile, "it's Ted."
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Howard's glad Ted doesn't try to shake his hand. That's generally uncomfortable. "Howard Bassem. I work in medical."