Characters: Tybalt, and OPEN~
Date/Time: October 6th, pretty late at night.
Location: The Marketplace.
Rating: PG to PG-13? All depends...
Summary: Now that Tybalt's arm is more than finished healing, he starts up finishing that project he'd planned on a week ago.
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Tybalt grabbed piece by piece of sculpted and bent metal from a disorganized pile beside him in the middle of the Marketplace, gradually fitting them together the way they'd meant to like an oversized wood block puzzle, slowly watching them start to stand up as they had when he'd first pieced the whole thing together in the Scavenger's Yard - unhindered, now that the flares of pain that had gone through his left arm every time he'd had to exert it after his and Juliet's experimentation had stopped. They'd stopped a day or two ago, actually. This was long overdue.
And it was one big zetta drag, admittedly. This wasn't so much a work of art taking shape but one that had to be remade piece by piece - nothing to do with the creative process. Just work. Yes, he could improve on it as he put it back together as he saw fit, but he'd calculated it to 100% satisfaction as he'd shaped it last time. Nothing to fix. And if that turned out to be wrong, he'd have to wait to see it after it was done.
At least he wouldn't be interrupted. He'd been hoping the Marketplace would be empty at this time, and so far, nobody had showed up to stop him or comment. When people started coming the next morning... Well, there'd be one hell of a surprise.
Grabbing one of the more important pieces of the statue, the face of a lion, he scaled the thing to the piece's place, fifteen feet off the ground...