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HIATUS

Not that I have been terribly active anyway, but going to be gone for an indeterminate amount of time.

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A thoughtful sound, 'Pity. They would have made a decent enough meal.' Perhaps for the best, however. Didn't need personalities like that overlaid onto her own existence. It was clear that things still left their mark. The weight of it begging to be brought to light. To be Known. Champagne refused the Eye. For now. 'Happier now, at least?'

Hello...

There is a woman sitting on a park bench. Who seems, at a glance, to be someone easily forgotten once you look away. Yet, you find you cannot. There is something compelling about watching someone draw, and you want to Know what she is drawing. However, some part of you feels disconcerted... like you should do anything but indulge those curiosities. And yet...

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Have you seen me

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There was a certain sort of stillness that came with anger, or rather trying to control it. Oh it would be so easy to find those people. Replay the scene for them, and just edit it just a bit. Make sure they Knew the pain they put the boy through. Make sure they knew every excruciating moment over and over again before finally feeding them begging and whimpering to the Eye.

'That is incredibly cruel. Are they still around?'

Hello...

There is a woman sitting on a park bench. Who seems, at a glance, to be someone easily forgotten once you look away. Yet, you find you cannot. There is something compelling about watching someone draw, and you want to Know what she is drawing. However, some part of you feels disconcerted... like you should do anything but indulge those curiosities. And yet...

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OOC: This AU was based off of @dcartcorner's Elsewhere AU. Because I saw the tattoo on Gerry and absolutely could not resist throwing my tattoo artist into the mix. I really need to write more for that AU. It is a fun one for me.

Additionally this is a piece also in that same AU. (Because I ship these dorks) and I happened to win a commission spot ON the day of the Eclipse.

Commission for the fic "Commited to Flesh and Ink" by Anaia_Lionel. Thank you for the support!

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'I am not trying to experiment. More... help. As you can see he is not doing well without the connection.' Looks between them and gestures at Gerry then adds. 'Unless you *want* him to die, then I suppose that is one way to quit.'

It seems someone is separated from the Eye, would it benefit them to reclaim Gerry in some fashion or just make things worse? Let's find out! A silent artist has come to see what has happened to the Archivist. Signed with hands 'I 'see' someone has been separated from the Eye. Need assistance?' @the-spooky-eyepad

i would really prefer it if you didn’t experiment on our very vulnerable friend right now!

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Just how sheltered were they to not *Know* about sign language? Though this was very much a doll sitting beside her. Someone sheltered who had not seen very much of the world around them. 'What is your name?' Perhaps a bit of compulsion added. The need to Know outweighing anything else.

Hello...

There is a woman sitting on a park bench. Who seems, at a glance, to be someone easily forgotten once you look away. Yet, you find you cannot. There is something compelling about watching someone draw, and you want to Know what she is drawing. However, some part of you feels disconcerted... like you should do anything but indulge those curiosities. And yet...

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Oh something was *wrong*, though she was not sure what. It put the artist on edge, staring at the other with great concern. That concern only grew with the distant breaking sound.

Hello...

There is a woman sitting on a park bench. Who seems, at a glance, to be someone easily forgotten once you look away. Yet, you find you cannot. There is something compelling about watching someone draw, and you want to Know what she is drawing. However, some part of you feels disconcerted... like you should do anything but indulge those curiosities. And yet...

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Her fingers itched to draw the worst fears of the ones who were supposed to *protect* a child, not raise them to be- There was a forced calm as she took a very steadying breath. Later, she could find those people later. 'How did you come to be "wrong"? Did something different lay its claim on you?'

Hello...

There is a woman sitting on a park bench. Who seems, at a glance, to be someone easily forgotten once you look away. Yet, you find you cannot. There is something compelling about watching someone draw, and you want to Know what she is drawing. However, some part of you feels disconcerted... like you should do anything but indulge those curiosities. And yet...

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Absolutely fascinating. Champagne listened with rapt attention to the Avatar beside her. Would she ever be better suited to any other aspect herself? The woman knew the Lonely was just a short step away from claiming her. The total isolation of hiking in the woods. If not for these stolen moments where she allowed herself contact with others... The Eye was still more suited to her, she supposed. 'The web seems to suit you well, like a comfortable sweater.'

Hello...

There is a woman sitting on a park bench. Who seems, at a glance, to be someone easily forgotten once you look away. Yet, you find you cannot. There is something compelling about watching someone draw, and you want to Know what she is drawing. However, some part of you feels disconcerted... like you should do anything but indulge those curiosities. And yet...

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'It is a form of communication. I am using ASL. American Sign Language.' Head cants as she tries to study the one beside her a bit better. Trying to figure them out. Curiosity was a dangerous thing. 'Alternatively, I write though it takes longer.'

Hello...

There is a woman sitting on a park bench. Who seems, at a glance, to be someone easily forgotten once you look away. Yet, you find you cannot. There is something compelling about watching someone draw, and you want to Know what she is drawing. However, some part of you feels disconcerted... like you should do anything but indulge those curiosities. And yet...

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The Eye likes the reaction. It Knows that it is not wanted, which naturally means it wants to Perceive even more. Wants to gather all it can. Champagne is stubbornly not giving into that. A pause and a silent sigh and an apologetic look before they pull out the note pad, 'That was sign language. I am mute.'

Hello...

There is a woman sitting on a park bench. Who seems, at a glance, to be someone easily forgotten once you look away. Yet, you find you cannot. There is something compelling about watching someone draw, and you want to Know what she is drawing. However, some part of you feels disconcerted... like you should do anything but indulge those curiosities. And yet...

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A shift, something was certainly different. Changing. Off. 'Are you alright?'

Hello...

There is a woman sitting on a park bench. Who seems, at a glance, to be someone easily forgotten once you look away. Yet, you find you cannot. There is something compelling about watching someone draw, and you want to Know what she is drawing. However, some part of you feels disconcerted... like you should do anything but indulge those curiosities. And yet...

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Would Champagne have preferred a book? It was not a book that threatened to scribble her mind out and constantly try to bury the original shape of it under all of the others.

Did anything of her old self exist under there? 'Pens are as bad as books. Mightier than swords for a reason.' A moment and she feels that aching need to Know.

'Your alignment was different previously? How did you change?'

Hello...

There is a woman sitting on a park bench. Who seems, at a glance, to be someone easily forgotten once you look away. Yet, you find you cannot. There is something compelling about watching someone draw, and you want to Know what she is drawing. However, some part of you feels disconcerted... like you should do anything but indulge those curiosities. And yet...

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The tone, the eye begged to feed off of that shame. To pry the knowledge of all that the child had done from them. Though perhaps it would be better to aim that hunger towards the ones that placed a child in such a predicament. It was good that she had no voice to betray her tone. Instead careful to control her expression as she signed. Ignoring how her fingers ached to put pen to paper and to draw out the scenes of harm inflicted by this child. 'Did your parents make you? Make you into something for the Hunt?'

Hello...

There is a woman sitting on a park bench. Who seems, at a glance, to be someone easily forgotten once you look away. Yet, you find you cannot. There is something compelling about watching someone draw, and you want to Know what she is drawing. However, some part of you feels disconcerted... like you should do anything but indulge those curiosities. And yet...

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Arches National Park, Utah photo: Elliot McGucken

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OOC: I am still here!

Sorry I have been busy and not replied to things yet. They are all safely in my drafts!