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Looking at the feather in his clawed fingers, Saxon nodded, offering Tsedi a quick smile. This was not at all what he'd expected from this evening, but he had to admit, he couldn't complain a bit. A safe place to stay, something to do to earn a little money, someone to call on for help. He pet the feather gently, then tucked it with care into his pocket before signing, Thank you, Tsedi! Good night.

When signing Tsedi's name, he first fingerspelled it directly, then added what he'd decided upon as the man's personal namesign, a T making the gesture for 'feather.'

Cascade Coffee (Intro)

It was raining in great grey sheets, the wind tugging umbrellas from the grips of hapless pedestrians and Tsedi couldn't have been happier as he rounded the corner.

He paused, looking at the little side street as the rain ticked loudly against his coat. The leaves were just beginning to turn, and in the desaturated afternoon, the lights of the shops and the apartments above them glowed.

(there was a part of him that still remembered a time before heaven and hell, before powers so much greater than them dragged the chaldyki into their war, when his kind- neither demon, nor angel, had chased the sunrise across the world, singing. They had danced between stormclouds as beautiful as any clear blue sky and he shivered as the rain hit his face. He put the feeling away just as quickly. Being half-human meant it was easier to hide, but Big Feelings out in the world wouldn't do him any favors)

From the Coffee Shop, Monique yelled at him. "What are you DOING, get in here before you catch a cold, dumbass!"

~~

Tsedi tested the wards on the shop with the smallest push as he entered the jingling door- the way humans might check a CO2 detector - and gave the day manager a grin. "Great weather."

"You're so wierd." She sighed. "That coffee pot came in earlier. It just sat there staring at me. How can something that doesn't have face STARE?" Monique gestured at the door. "Also Adora has been putting up flyers on the community board for that stupid fashion show. She was looking for you."

"You could've called me to come in earlier." He answered as they moved to the back room. He hung up his dripping coat and rubbed a towel through his hair.

"Stevie said if I called you too often she'd hunt me for sport. You never take any days off." Monique pouted.

"Well, it's true, I don't really have a social life." Tsedi shrugged. He rolled up his sleeves, the swirling edges of the tattoos on his arms just peeking out from the folds, and put on his apron. "Me and Val watch a lot of movies."

Monique just looked at him with pity. "You are god's wettest little meow meow, you know that man. How does someone who looks like you not have a social life."

Tsedi just laughed as the rest of the second shift crew started to filter in. "I guess i'm just lucky."

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Considering for a moment, Saxon looked at his gloved hands. This would be easier without the bulky leather in the way. Taking them off and tucking them into the pocket of his hoodie, the boy drew a deep breath and began to tell his story.

He told of his earliest memories, of adults in long white coats who spoke in words instead of sounds, who poked and prodded and tested, and who taught him to read and write when they realized the baby bird sounds he made when imitating their speech were not going to evolve into words they understood. He told of the one who also taught him to sign and confided to him the name she privately called him. He liked that name better than what the others called him even though both began with the same letter. He told of how some of the adults left suddenly and never returned and how the remaining adults took even more care when dealing with him.

He told Tsedi as well about the tests he liked, tests that were meant to gauge things like 'logic,' 'reading comprehension,' 'problem solving,' and 'dexterity.'

And he told the nice coffee man with the shining peacock feather tattoos about the tests he'd hated, the ones where they tested his ability to kill. They started with small things, small animals, and moved on to larger. Sometimes he was told to kill by looking, sometimes by scratching, and once, hilariously, by spitting. That had not been very effective. They never tested biting. They already knew the results of that.

Then there was the day they slipped and chattered excitedly about their success.

'We've created a human-form basilisk!'

He'd gone to look up the unfamiliar word in the dictionary they'd given him.

'Basilisk (/ˈbæsɪlɪsk/ or /ˈbæzɪlɪsk/[1]): a legendary reptile reputed to be a serpent king, who causes death to those who look into its eyes.'

He never told any of the adults he'd looked the word up.

But then, not long after, there was the day the world went crazy. He tried and tried and tried to make it stop, tried to keep from hurting any of the adults, but when one attempted to restrain him, Saxon had lashed out with teeth and claws and gaze. And he'd run then, stealing clothes along the way, doing everything he could to stay unnoticed, never meeting anyone's eyes. There were accidents now and then, but nothing like that first day. The siblings found him three months later. He didn't know the word they used for themselves, and they said they didn't 'come from here,' but they looked after him while they traveled, discovering things along the way.

Sunglasses worked to keep his deadly gaze in check, brazing goggles were even more secure. Leather gloves kept him from scratching anyone, but made it harder to sign.

He was what the scientists - the siblings called the adults he'd known scientists - had made him to be. A basilisk. Deadly by design. And he always would be. But it didn't mean he had to kill.

One sibling headed off to track down someone or something, much as he'd tracked Saxon earlier. Another stayed behind in a newly made ghost town, to help the remaining survivors as best he could, at least for a while. He'd traveled with the sister until something needed her skills, and she had brought him to Cascade City, saying 'It's safer here than most places. Be careful. We'll be back to check on you." That had been a couple of weeks ago now.

And then he'd decided to come into the coffee shop. And that was it.

Cascade Coffee (Intro)

It was raining in great grey sheets, the wind tugging umbrellas from the grips of hapless pedestrians and Tsedi couldn't have been happier as he rounded the corner.

He paused, looking at the little side street as the rain ticked loudly against his coat. The leaves were just beginning to turn, and in the desaturated afternoon, the lights of the shops and the apartments above them glowed.

(there was a part of him that still remembered a time before heaven and hell, before powers so much greater than them dragged the chaldyki into their war, when his kind- neither demon, nor angel, had chased the sunrise across the world, singing. They had danced between stormclouds as beautiful as any clear blue sky and he shivered as the rain hit his face. He put the feeling away just as quickly. Being half-human meant it was easier to hide, but Big Feelings out in the world wouldn't do him any favors)

From the Coffee Shop, Monique yelled at him. "What are you DOING, get in here before you catch a cold, dumbass!"

~~

Tsedi tested the wards on the shop with the smallest push as he entered the jingling door- the way humans might check a CO2 detector - and gave the day manager a grin. "Great weather."

"You're so wierd." She sighed. "That coffee pot came in earlier. It just sat there staring at me. How can something that doesn't have face STARE?" Monique gestured at the door. "Also Adora has been putting up flyers on the community board for that stupid fashion show. She was looking for you."

"You could've called me to come in earlier." He answered as they moved to the back room. He hung up his dripping coat and rubbed a towel through his hair.

"Stevie said if I called you too often she'd hunt me for sport. You never take any days off." Monique pouted.

"Well, it's true, I don't really have a social life." Tsedi shrugged. He rolled up his sleeves, the swirling edges of the tattoos on his arms just peeking out from the folds, and put on his apron. "Me and Val watch a lot of movies."

Monique just looked at him with pity. "You are god's wettest little meow meow, you know that man. How does someone who looks like you not have a social life."

Tsedi just laughed as the rest of the second shift crew started to filter in. "I guess i'm just lucky."

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The boy paused, then carefully finger-signed his name, followed by his physical name sign, which was an 's' pulling on eye-protection. Again, soft chirrups accompanied his response. Saxon. My name is Saxon.

Quickly, he got to his feet and ducked back behind the counter to do a he'd been asked, returning a moment later with a couple of damp towels, one cold, and one warm. He'd have to take the gloves off to let the leather dry, later.

Cascade Coffee (Intro)

It was raining in great grey sheets, the wind tugging umbrellas from the grips of hapless pedestrians and Tsedi couldn't have been happier as he rounded the corner.

He paused, looking at the little side street as the rain ticked loudly against his coat. The leaves were just beginning to turn, and in the desaturated afternoon, the lights of the shops and the apartments above them glowed.

(there was a part of him that still remembered a time before heaven and hell, before powers so much greater than them dragged the chaldyki into their war, when his kind- neither demon, nor angel, had chased the sunrise across the world, singing. They had danced between stormclouds as beautiful as any clear blue sky and he shivered as the rain hit his face. He put the feeling away just as quickly. Being half-human meant it was easier to hide, but Big Feelings out in the world wouldn't do him any favors)

From the Coffee Shop, Monique yelled at him. "What are you DOING, get in here before you catch a cold, dumbass!"

~~

Tsedi tested the wards on the shop with the smallest push as he entered the jingling door- the way humans might check a CO2 detector - and gave the day manager a grin. "Great weather."

"You're so wierd." She sighed. "That coffee pot came in earlier. It just sat there staring at me. How can something that doesn't have face STARE?" Monique gestured at the door. "Also Adora has been putting up flyers on the community board for that stupid fashion show. She was looking for you."

"You could've called me to come in earlier." He answered as they moved to the back room. He hung up his dripping coat and rubbed a towel through his hair.

"Stevie said if I called you too often she'd hunt me for sport. You never take any days off." Monique pouted.

"Well, it's true, I don't really have a social life." Tsedi shrugged. He rolled up his sleeves, the swirling edges of the tattoos on his arms just peeking out from the folds, and put on his apron. "Me and Val watch a lot of movies."

Monique just looked at him with pity. "You are god's wettest little meow meow, you know that man. How does someone who looks like you not have a social life."

Tsedi just laughed as the rest of the second shift crew started to filter in. "I guess i'm just lucky."

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Making sure the nice coffee man was looking, the boy signed, 'speaking' aloud as he did so, Is there anything that would help? I can find it for you.

The sound of his words was the varied tones of birds, sounds of query and concern, quietly melodic to the ear.

Cascade Coffee (Intro)

It was raining in great grey sheets, the wind tugging umbrellas from the grips of hapless pedestrians and Tsedi couldn't have been happier as he rounded the corner.

He paused, looking at the little side street as the rain ticked loudly against his coat. The leaves were just beginning to turn, and in the desaturated afternoon, the lights of the shops and the apartments above them glowed.

(there was a part of him that still remembered a time before heaven and hell, before powers so much greater than them dragged the chaldyki into their war, when his kind- neither demon, nor angel, had chased the sunrise across the world, singing. They had danced between stormclouds as beautiful as any clear blue sky and he shivered as the rain hit his face. He put the feeling away just as quickly. Being half-human meant it was easier to hide, but Big Feelings out in the world wouldn't do him any favors)

From the Coffee Shop, Monique yelled at him. "What are you DOING, get in here before you catch a cold, dumbass!"

~~

Tsedi tested the wards on the shop with the smallest push as he entered the jingling door- the way humans might check a CO2 detector - and gave the day manager a grin. "Great weather."

"You're so wierd." She sighed. "That coffee pot came in earlier. It just sat there staring at me. How can something that doesn't have face STARE?" Monique gestured at the door. "Also Adora has been putting up flyers on the community board for that stupid fashion show. She was looking for you."

"You could've called me to come in earlier." He answered as they moved to the back room. He hung up his dripping coat and rubbed a towel through his hair.

"Stevie said if I called you too often she'd hunt me for sport. You never take any days off." Monique pouted.

"Well, it's true, I don't really have a social life." Tsedi shrugged. He rolled up his sleeves, the swirling edges of the tattoos on his arms just peeking out from the folds, and put on his apron. "Me and Val watch a lot of movies."

Monique just looked at him with pity. "You are god's wettest little meow meow, you know that man. How does someone who looks like you not have a social life."

Tsedi just laughed as the rest of the second shift crew started to filter in. "I guess i'm just lucky."

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It wasn't until the quiet down in the shop became normal quiet instead of the complete absence of any sound from below had remained for at least three minutes that the boy dared to creep downstairs to peek into the coffee shop. Before he even got to the door, his nose wrinkled at the scents of ichor and blood, but this did not stop him from slipping out behind the counter and carefully easing around to see where the nice coffee man might be. There had been a lot of pressure in the not-sound from the shop floor, the kind of sensation he associated with fighting. Spotting the barista leaning against the counter, he approached slowly. Belatedly, the boy realized he'd left the tablet upstairs with his pack and the food he'd been given.

Well, maybe the nice coffee man spoke sign. But he'd have to get his attention, first.

Softly, the boy chirruped inquisitively, knowing that making any sort of sound put him at risk. Someone else of his age and situation might have said, 'hey mister,' but in his case, the sound was more like that of a pigeon that wants to know if the human it has spotted has food to share.

Cascade Coffee (Intro)

It was raining in great grey sheets, the wind tugging umbrellas from the grips of hapless pedestrians and Tsedi couldn't have been happier as he rounded the corner.

He paused, looking at the little side street as the rain ticked loudly against his coat. The leaves were just beginning to turn, and in the desaturated afternoon, the lights of the shops and the apartments above them glowed.

(there was a part of him that still remembered a time before heaven and hell, before powers so much greater than them dragged the chaldyki into their war, when his kind- neither demon, nor angel, had chased the sunrise across the world, singing. They had danced between stormclouds as beautiful as any clear blue sky and he shivered as the rain hit his face. He put the feeling away just as quickly. Being half-human meant it was easier to hide, but Big Feelings out in the world wouldn't do him any favors)

From the Coffee Shop, Monique yelled at him. "What are you DOING, get in here before you catch a cold, dumbass!"

~~

Tsedi tested the wards on the shop with the smallest push as he entered the jingling door- the way humans might check a CO2 detector - and gave the day manager a grin. "Great weather."

"You're so wierd." She sighed. "That coffee pot came in earlier. It just sat there staring at me. How can something that doesn't have face STARE?" Monique gestured at the door. "Also Adora has been putting up flyers on the community board for that stupid fashion show. She was looking for you."

"You could've called me to come in earlier." He answered as they moved to the back room. He hung up his dripping coat and rubbed a towel through his hair.

"Stevie said if I called you too often she'd hunt me for sport. You never take any days off." Monique pouted.

"Well, it's true, I don't really have a social life." Tsedi shrugged. He rolled up his sleeves, the swirling edges of the tattoos on his arms just peeking out from the folds, and put on his apron. "Me and Val watch a lot of movies."

Monique just looked at him with pity. "You are god's wettest little meow meow, you know that man. How does someone who looks like you not have a social life."

Tsedi just laughed as the rest of the second shift crew started to filter in. "I guess i'm just lucky."

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The boxed sandwich and fruit disappeared along with tablet and charger into the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie as Saxon silently rose from the table, picked up his small pack, and began backing in the direction the coffee shop man had indicated. Behind his goggles, his eyes never left the newcomer until he was through the swinging doors and in the back room. Then, and only then, he dashed up the nearby stairs to find a good hiding spot.

Cascade Coffee (Intro)

It was raining in great grey sheets, the wind tugging umbrellas from the grips of hapless pedestrians and Tsedi couldn't have been happier as he rounded the corner.

He paused, looking at the little side street as the rain ticked loudly against his coat. The leaves were just beginning to turn, and in the desaturated afternoon, the lights of the shops and the apartments above them glowed.

(there was a part of him that still remembered a time before heaven and hell, before powers so much greater than them dragged the chaldyki into their war, when his kind- neither demon, nor angel, had chased the sunrise across the world, singing. They had danced between stormclouds as beautiful as any clear blue sky and he shivered as the rain hit his face. He put the feeling away just as quickly. Being half-human meant it was easier to hide, but Big Feelings out in the world wouldn't do him any favors)

From the Coffee Shop, Monique yelled at him. "What are you DOING, get in here before you catch a cold, dumbass!"

~~

Tsedi tested the wards on the shop with the smallest push as he entered the jingling door- the way humans might check a CO2 detector - and gave the day manager a grin. "Great weather."

"You're so wierd." She sighed. "That coffee pot came in earlier. It just sat there staring at me. How can something that doesn't have face STARE?" Monique gestured at the door. "Also Adora has been putting up flyers on the community board for that stupid fashion show. She was looking for you."

"You could've called me to come in earlier." He answered as they moved to the back room. He hung up his dripping coat and rubbed a towel through his hair.

"Stevie said if I called you too often she'd hunt me for sport. You never take any days off." Monique pouted.

"Well, it's true, I don't really have a social life." Tsedi shrugged. He rolled up his sleeves, the swirling edges of the tattoos on his arms just peeking out from the folds, and put on his apron. "Me and Val watch a lot of movies."

Monique just looked at him with pity. "You are god's wettest little meow meow, you know that man. How does someone who looks like you not have a social life."

Tsedi just laughed as the rest of the second shift crew started to filter in. "I guess i'm just lucky."

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Behind his goggles, Saxon blinked. That was not what he'd expected. A safe place to go? He'd been thinking of the alley behind the Coffee Shop. It was clean enough, and there was an awning over where the dumpsters were parked by the basement load-in door.

Looking at his drink, the boy tilted his head curiously, then took off one glove to poke carefully at the objects atop the whipped cream. With the air of one discovering something new, he picked one of the bunny-mallows out of the whipped cream and tasted it.

Oh? Sweet! Squishy! This was new! He'd have to ask what it was so he could get them again.

Giggling softly, Saxon demolished the marshmallow and then began to sip at his cocoa, enjoying the warmth.

Cascade Coffee (Intro)

It was raining in great grey sheets, the wind tugging umbrellas from the grips of hapless pedestrians and Tsedi couldn't have been happier as he rounded the corner.

He paused, looking at the little side street as the rain ticked loudly against his coat. The leaves were just beginning to turn, and in the desaturated afternoon, the lights of the shops and the apartments above them glowed.

(there was a part of him that still remembered a time before heaven and hell, before powers so much greater than them dragged the chaldyki into their war, when his kind- neither demon, nor angel, had chased the sunrise across the world, singing. They had danced between stormclouds as beautiful as any clear blue sky and he shivered as the rain hit his face. He put the feeling away just as quickly. Being half-human meant it was easier to hide, but Big Feelings out in the world wouldn't do him any favors)

From the Coffee Shop, Monique yelled at him. "What are you DOING, get in here before you catch a cold, dumbass!"

~~

Tsedi tested the wards on the shop with the smallest push as he entered the jingling door- the way humans might check a CO2 detector - and gave the day manager a grin. "Great weather."

"You're so wierd." She sighed. "That coffee pot came in earlier. It just sat there staring at me. How can something that doesn't have face STARE?" Monique gestured at the door. "Also Adora has been putting up flyers on the community board for that stupid fashion show. She was looking for you."

"You could've called me to come in earlier." He answered as they moved to the back room. He hung up his dripping coat and rubbed a towel through his hair.

"Stevie said if I called you too often she'd hunt me for sport. You never take any days off." Monique pouted.

"Well, it's true, I don't really have a social life." Tsedi shrugged. He rolled up his sleeves, the swirling edges of the tattoos on his arms just peeking out from the folds, and put on his apron. "Me and Val watch a lot of movies."

Monique just looked at him with pity. "You are god's wettest little meow meow, you know that man. How does someone who looks like you not have a social life."

Tsedi just laughed as the rest of the second shift crew started to filter in. "I guess i'm just lucky."

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It was starting to get dark when the door of the Coffee Shop swung open, a small figure with choppily-cut, wheat-blond hair peeking in before entering. One gloved hand emerged from an oversized hoodie sleeve, touching the brazing goggles obscuring their eyes. With a bit of uncertainty, the child approached the counter, digging around in the kangaroo pocket of the hoodie to pull out a tablet. Waking it up, the oddly-dressed child wrote "Hot chocolate, please?" turning the tablet so the person at the register could see the screen. Order acknowledged and money handed over, Saxon padded to an unoccupied table near an outlet to wait for his drink and charge the tablet. It was warm and smelled nice in here, and they probably wouldn't kick him out too soon. He hoped.

Cascade Coffee (Intro)

It was raining in great grey sheets, the wind tugging umbrellas from the grips of hapless pedestrians and Tsedi couldn't have been happier as he rounded the corner.

He paused, looking at the little side street as the rain ticked loudly against his coat. The leaves were just beginning to turn, and in the desaturated afternoon, the lights of the shops and the apartments above them glowed.

(there was a part of him that still remembered a time before heaven and hell, before powers so much greater than them dragged the chaldyki into their war, when his kind- neither demon, nor angel, had chased the sunrise across the world, singing. They had danced between stormclouds as beautiful as any clear blue sky and he shivered as the rain hit his face. He put the feeling away just as quickly. Being half-human meant it was easier to hide, but Big Feelings out in the world wouldn't do him any favors)

From the Coffee Shop, Monique yelled at him. "What are you DOING, get in here before you catch a cold, dumbass!"

~~

Tsedi tested the wards on the shop with the smallest push as he entered the jingling door- the way humans might check a CO2 detector - and gave the day manager a grin. "Great weather."

"You're so wierd." She sighed. "That coffee pot came in earlier. It just sat there staring at me. How can something that doesn't have face STARE?" Monique gestured at the door. "Also Adora has been putting up flyers on the community board for that stupid fashion show. She was looking for you."

"You could've called me to come in earlier." He answered as they moved to the back room. He hung up his dripping coat and rubbed a towel through his hair.

"Stevie said if I called you too often she'd hunt me for sport. You never take any days off." Monique pouted.

"Well, it's true, I don't really have a social life." Tsedi shrugged. He rolled up his sleeves, the swirling edges of the tattoos on his arms just peeking out from the folds, and put on his apron. "Me and Val watch a lot of movies."

Monique just looked at him with pity. "You are god's wettest little meow meow, you know that man. How does someone who looks like you not have a social life."

Tsedi just laughed as the rest of the second shift crew started to filter in. "I guess i'm just lucky."

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Dramatis Personae

This post is a Work In Progress, details will be added as and when they are determined.

Saxon

Age: approximately 12 years old Appearance: Due to the genetic material used in his creation, Saxon appears to be a preteen of white European descent, with honey/wheat-blond hair and fair skin. Before the disruption, his eyes were a medium brown, which would shift to solid black when activating his deadly gaze. These are now always solid black. His nails are naturally pointed, as they are actually somewhat stubby claws.

Saxon is the product of an experiment by a group of scientists tasked with creating a basilisk in human form, the idea being to apply alchemical processes to genetic manipulation to generate a being that could be used for assassinations. They were mostly successful, but discovered that, in no particular order, humans tend to get attached to small, apparently defenseless beings, the alchemists weren't kidding about all their warnings about the risks of creating basilisks, and even if not actually human, small humanoid beings will chew on things when their teeth are coming in, including the fingers of their caretakers. This had the useful but undesired result of proving that the chimera's saliva was indeed venomous.

An unexpected development that was revealed early on is that Saxon, while capable of vocalizing, does not 'speak,' instead making sounds very like a songbird. He is in fact speaking English, and those with a magically-aided gift for language (for example, bards) would be able to understand him. As none of his caretakers had such a gift, Saxon was taught and is fluent in ASL (which i will likely render as if it were SEE, Signing Exact English, for clarity, as ASL has its own structure and syntax and I don't know enough to respectfully convey it at this time.) He can also read and write, and carries a notebook to communicate with those who don't sign.

Overall, in the right environment, Saxon is highly intelligent, curious, and playful. He is a bit 'young' for his perceived age-group, as his raising in the lab did not lend itself to the kind of early exploration most children encounter. This results in his love of dressing in anything that catches his eye at the moment, whether or not it 'matches,' his complete lack of fear of smaller demonic entities such as Rages, and a tendency to play or explore until he falls asleep wherever he might be, if the area is known to be safe. He adores puzzles of all kinds, and has, since his freedom from the lab and meeting of the siblings, amassed a small collection of puzzle toys, including tiny ball-bearing mazes, small metal topical puzzles, and pub game puzzles.

The Cyborgs

These three siblings are not actually native to this dimension, having roamed here in the process of evading the backers of their project. In order of age, they call themselves Jacob Cyr (Five,) Dare Howard (the Technician,) and Dahlia Cyr-Howard (SpiderFly.)

((More to come on the cyborgs, and images for the entries as well))

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For a chimera created by science by means of genes manipulated according to alchemical directions, the sudden and violent influx of magic to the world was quite literally liberating.

If only it had brought with it control to temper the abrupt intensifying of his inbuilt weaponry. Instead, it had brought death, and lots of it, until a trio of cyborgs tracked him down and did what they could to make him somewhat safer to exist outside the labs.

It was a good thing his dark vision was excellent, because the outsized brazing goggles made full daylight about as bright as a heavily overcast day. Scruffy honey-blond hair stuck out over the straps holding the goggles, incidentally blocking any gaps between the eye cups and his skin. Looking around, the boy tried to get an idea of what kind of place his benefactor had dropped him off. He'd traveled with the cyborgs for a while, but one had left a month later, and the second another month or two after that. Now, the last of them, the young woman with the sad violet eyes and the occasionally terrifying smile, had brought him somewhere she thought he would be safe, at least for a while. There was something she needed to do, she'd told him, but she would keep in touch. She had given him a small tablet like the ones the lab people had used, made sure he knew how to use and care for it, and given him an envelope with cash.

It was too dangerous for him to even think about trying to learn how to pick pockets. If he wasn't careful, someone would die.

On the other hand, demons seemed confused by him, mostly, and tended to just pretend they hadn't noticed him. Well, except for some of the smaller ones which seemed to like him. So, it was likely he'd be safe enough here until one of the cyborgs came back for him.

Stomach grumbling, the humanoid basilisk called Saxon turned to try and find something to eat.

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Beetbirb

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It's just the house settling.

(prints are available here)

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Is this thing on?

Okay. Interface works. Here you go, kiddo, your very own space. We'll check back on you in a bit.

-SpiderFly