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9:51 PM
[THE DEVIL'S COMPASS - SECTOR 4]
[So things had been pretty neutral lately and Tyki's found himself oddly complacent. so maybe that's why when the lights stay out come morning hours and he's roused to wakefulness with nothing but a dark expanse around him that he feels more alert. Maybe it's just the deep call of the darkness that sings to him on a level the sun never can. But he's been here far too long to trust anything in the dark, nor be surprised by it.
So he conducts his day as usual, for an intangible man has no fear of what lurks in any shadow. He departs for the Devil's Compass in Sector 4 and roots through it for useful items. He lingers, the entire place lit up by the flickering amber light of candles on nearly every edge. It beckons the weary or the lost.]
[VARIOUS LOCATIONS]
[Oh, yes he's seen those raptors - and tonight wouldn't be the first time he's fought them. Defensively, instinctively, simply for the pleasure of it, he goes about fending them off and even in some cases seeking them out. Something about expelling pent up steam, whirring gears that are lately so out of use. At least, while battling those weird waves of - no, he's just killing them. No reason. No other effects stir anything in him, not a drop of any uneasy feelings.
From fresh faced and impeccably dressed, wandering with a candle in hand to speckled with raptor blood in your light's reflection he's easily encountered anywhere in the dome. His eyes might be crazed, even, glinting dangerously gold. Careful now.]
[So things had been pretty neutral lately and Tyki's found himself oddly complacent. so maybe that's why when the lights stay out come morning hours and he's roused to wakefulness with nothing but a dark expanse around him that he feels more alert. Maybe it's just the deep call of the darkness that sings to him on a level the sun never can. But he's been here far too long to trust anything in the dark, nor be surprised by it.
So he conducts his day as usual, for an intangible man has no fear of what lurks in any shadow. He departs for the Devil's Compass in Sector 4 and roots through it for useful items. He lingers, the entire place lit up by the flickering amber light of candles on nearly every edge. It beckons the weary or the lost.]
[VARIOUS LOCATIONS]
[Oh, yes he's seen those raptors - and tonight wouldn't be the first time he's fought them. Defensively, instinctively, simply for the pleasure of it, he goes about fending them off and even in some cases seeking them out. Something about expelling pent up steam, whirring gears that are lately so out of use. At least, while battling those weird waves of - no, he's just killing them. No reason. No other effects stir anything in him, not a drop of any uneasy feelings.
From fresh faced and impeccably dressed, wandering with a candle in hand to speckled with raptor blood in your light's reflection he's easily encountered anywhere in the dome. His eyes might be crazed, even, glinting dangerously gold. Careful now.]