thirteen hours
[it had been so very quiet, lately. Nothing to react to or puzzle out. Nothing to hunt. Times of quiet were meant for preparing...but there wasn't anything to prepare for. It was wearing heavily on Legato's patience.]
They didn't answer my question...
[he notices the journal then, and pulls it over]
[filtered to anyone who has killed or otherwise destroyed someone while here]
...This place. It isn't just a homogeneous, monotonous, sea of animals. There are creative people here. Terrible people.
So many of you that I have yet to meet. It's a shame.
[/filter]
[sits in silence for a minute, tuning out the world as usual, perfectly still...save for tightly clenching and unclenching his left hand, as if working out a cramp]
[filtered to Zelman]
Give me something to do.
[/filter]
((ooc: also an open post for the mansion))
They didn't answer my question...
[he notices the journal then, and pulls it over]
[filtered to anyone who has killed or otherwise destroyed someone while here]
...This place. It isn't just a homogeneous, monotonous, sea of animals. There are creative people here. Terrible people.
So many of you that I have yet to meet. It's a shame.
[/filter]
[sits in silence for a minute, tuning out the world as usual, perfectly still...save for tightly clenching and unclenching his left hand, as if working out a cramp]
[filtered to Zelman]
Give me something to do.
[/filter]
((ooc: also an open post for the mansion))