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Strange Nuts
Anonymous
RfRLa
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No.66673
66716
If you don't know what this is yet lurk moar, you'll be averting your eyes in no time. Now where were we?
We last left off with the party barging on in a very irate Kiynen who has recently laid a clutch of 5 eggs and is still sensitive about it. Still, no one died in the process and Addy seems to have sworn fealty to them,... whatever that's about. So we return to the party,... who has already split up with Tracy venturing to Cardashil to try and find a lead on the elvenniggers who keep jacking their shit. Infernius has been assisting Slovenia in felling trees and reinforcing the outer wall of Durpistan. Torcuil has been getting bantzed by Snek, and a bunch of stuff I'm probably forgetting and will get shit on reminded of.
With no further adieu,....
477 replies and 11 files omitted.
Anonymous
+bwiD
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No.67173
>>67172
sure.
Anonymous
LAfZe
?
No.67174
>>67172
If there's nothing left to kill/steal, Tracy would just want to go home and tend to her birbs
Yeah. It's late and my brain is running on autism alone at this point.
Anonymous
7SScu
?
No.67176
67177
>>67158
"I wanted to meet the people beyond the wall, this wasn't part of the plan by any means."
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67177
67178
>>67176
"I take it you don't know the full history of the wall. You mentioned fleeing behind the wall once, that is not accurate. Several hundred years ago when I was still a boy, Kefka gathered his Empire. That's not quite accurate actually, it would be more accurate to say that he usurped some and destroyed the rest of the existing nation who's capital stood where the Court City now resides." he says, looking over the railing at the City in the distance.
Anonymous
7SScu
?
No.67178
67179
>>67177
"Would it interest you to know that Kefka has been killed?"
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67179
67180
>>67178
"It would interest me, but it is also rather worrying. Kefka's court was only kept in line for fear of his retribution. I can't imagine what might result of his absence."
Anonymous
7SScu
?
No.67180
67181
>>67179
"I see... Tell me, could you give us more information on his court? I wish to confront them."
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67181
67182
>>67180
"Alas, I cannot. I can tell you that many years after the wall was built, to serve as a front against the progression of the Empire, many races cooperated to maintain the wall. Over time, offensives diminished, and finally the assaults stopped altogether. That was over 100 years ago, and my understanding of the situation is rather outdated."
Anonymous
7SScu
?
No.67182
67183
>>67181
"One hundred years? This has been going on longer than I thought. Are there any other leaders we could speak to?"
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67183
67184
>>67182
"Of course, this is just one section of the wall. The wall is several miles wide, and there are sections to the north-west and south that are in the control of the many races." He thinks for a moment. "Assuming the dynamic is still the same, the section to the south is in the control of Humans, and that to the north-west is controlled by Dwarves. How they govern themselves is beyond me however, we have no diplomatic relations."
Anonymous
7SScu
?
No.67184
67185
>>67183
Torc let's out a low whistle.
"It is an impressive wall. What about your people, who is your leader?"
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67185
67186
>>67184
He chuckles. "The forest leads my people. We watch over it, and it watches over us. As for the wall, you've only seen one edge of it. The east face of the wall is some distance that way," he says, pointing off the bow.
Anonymous
7SScu
?
No.67186
67187
>>67185
Torc looks slightly shocked, but decides it's a fair answer.
"I understand. Thank you for your assistance, and I am sorry for the trouble we have caused."
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67187
67188 67190
>>67186
"I do regret the losses we've sustained, but never have we experienced trouble that was remedied so by those whom we have exchanged blows." he shifts topics a moment. "On the way here, your lovely blue pony said something about my people being freed from bondage, but then stolen away. Might you be able to elaborate on this?"
Anonymous
7SScu
?
No.67188
67191 67194
>>67187
"Ah yes. When a dawrf came to the port we where staying at, I had some suspicions that he was a slaver. Sadly my suspicious turned out to be true. Me and this unicorn freed them and then after a while her and the elves disappeared. For all I know she could be returning them, but I am not that confident. She's pure white and answers to the name of Trollestia. Don't hesitate to find a way to contact us if you find her."
Anonymous
+bwiD
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No.67190
67192
>>67187
"What your name elf?"
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67191
67193 67194
>>67188
"Trollestia you say? A unicorn should be known to the trees. I will see what I can learn, especially since our people have not returned. Still, I am most impressed that you would stick your neck out on a whim. I am doubly impressed and grateful to you." he bows deeply in reverence.
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67192
67195
>>67190
"I am called Bagiste, vanguard of the South."
Anonymous
7SScu
?
No.67193
>>67191
Torc returns the bow.
"It was no trouble, I know how it is to have one's people enslaved."
Anonymous
LAfZe
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No.67194
505171__safe_artist-colon-clamstacker_oc_oc only_oc-colon-tracy cage_knife_nicolas cage_simple background_solo_transparent background.png
>>67191
>>67188
*Sharpening stops*
Tracy head turns towards the conversation, although she says nothing.
Anonymous
+bwiD
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No.67195
67196
>>67192
"Will you allow us to build fort here, your people can use it when they need too. Its part of why we came here looking to keep an eye on Zionist. You know anything about the zionists?"
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67196
67197
>>67195
"Zionists? I haven't heard that word before, no. Building a fortress however, while not impossible, is not a simple matter. We abhor the ill treatment of trees and will not permit them to be cut for any structure. On the other hand, if one can be constructed without scarring the face of this landscape, the counsel of Elders may grant your request. I would be happy to speak on your behalf, given all I have learned. Truly an unexpected day," he smirks, shaking his head as though an expression of fatigue.
Anonymous
7SScu
?
No.67197
67198
>>67196
"Could we somehow build into the wall?"
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67198
67199 67200 67202
>>67197
To this comment, he begins looking over the rail, surveying the wall. He wanders about a bit, analyzing different points and occasionally drawing his hand across his chin thoughtfully.
"I... I think so," he says slowly. "This wall has sustained structural damage from your... encounter. It will need repairs as it is, and I regret that I am not powerful enough to perform those repairs. However, several leaders such as myself working in tandem,... constructing a structure in and out of the wall would not be exceedingly difficult, and without so much as disturbing a blade of grass. This is a splendid idea I think."
Anonymous
+bwiD
?
No.67199
67201 67202
>>67198
"Ok we go talk to humans and dwarves to see if they will help."
Anonymous
7SScu
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No.67200
67201
>>67198
"I am glad you agree."
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67201
67203 67204 67207
>>67199
>>67200
"Excellent then. I will confer with my kinsmen and our Elders. Additionally, I will see to it that word of your exploits is spread throughout this section. Barring open hostility, which I am sure is behind us, you will not be attacked again so long as you are within these walls," he says, sweeping his hand. "Have you any further questions or requests before I take my leave?"
Anonymous
LAfZe
?
No.67202
67204
>>67199
>>67198
>Repairs
*Looks at Infernius*
"Weren't you making a new statue every other week? Can't you use that same magic to fix the wall?"
Anonymous
7SScu
?
No.67203
67214
>>67201
"I have no further questions, and I thank you once again for your help."
Anonymous
+bwiD
?
No.67204
67205
>>67201
"None for right now."
>>67202
"Me would if faggot could find spell."
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67205
67206
>>67204
"If you were to do so before I have had the opportunity to speak to my kinsmen, it might be misinterpreted as aggression. The forest can be quite cruel if it feels it is under attack," he says omenously.
Anonymous
+bwiD
?
No.67206
67208
>>67205
"Ok,tell me when me can fix wall."
Anonymous
LAfZe
?
No.67207
67208
>>67201
"Can I hold your stick?"
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67208
67209 67210
>>67206
"I shall make all available haste."
>>67207
"This old thing? Sure." offers stick.
Anonymous
LAfZe
?
No.67209
67211
>>67208
Tracy takes the stick and holds it.
Anonymous
+bwiD
?
No.67210
>>67208
*walks over to the airship*
*gets back on*
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67211
67212
>>67209
It appears to be a piece of a worn and wathered, knotted old tree, glarled just so to fit in the palm of the hand
Anonymous
LAfZe
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No.67212
67213
>>67211
Tracy holds the stick for a bit before handing it back.
"Nice stick."
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67213
>>67212
"Hasn't broken yet," he smiles and walks over to the edge of the rail. "Well then, I have much to discuss with my clan and kin, and I leave you to your exploration. I would advise caution, as this section is undoubtably not the only section who has been maligned by those pirates; Your ship is quite distinct, and is certain to be recognized."
Anonymous
+bwiD
?
No.67214
67247
>>67203
"You gonna take off meme boi?"
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67215
67216
And with that, Bagiste lightly hops up on top of the rail, and then jumps from the ship.
Anonymous
LAfZe
?
No.67216
67217
>>67215
As he does that, Tracy grabs her bag and likewise leaps over the edge of the ship to land on the wall.
"I'm going to go ahead on foot!" She calls up towards the ship, only thinking to turn around after she'd moved some distance
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67217
67218
>>67216
As she does so, she is able to see Bagiste all headfirst into a tree, which with a ruffle of leaves and branches, appears to swallow him up.
Anonymous
LAfZe
?
No.67218
67219
>>67217
"Weirdo hipplies..." Tracy says dismissively, as she trots along the wall
Anonymous
LAfZe
?
No.67219
67220
>>67218
*hippies
Anonymous
LAfZe
?
No.67220
67223
>>67219
Tracy trots along the wall, heading north east.
+bwiD
?
No.67221
67226
[1d20 = 3]
Infernuis trys to figure out the controls
Pale Hoers
LAfZe
?
No.67223
67224
>>67220
How far does she trot along the treeline before the terrain seems to change?
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67224
67225
>>67223
The terrain doesn't change. The entire visible section has trees from end to end. When she was on the ground she noticed that there was an absence of detritus around the trees, as though the area is painstakingly cared for. The impression being that without such care, the forest couldn't possibly be that thick/tall.
Pale Hoers
LAfZe
?
No.67225
67227
>>67224
"Hmmm.. Some gardeners they have around here, eh." Tracy says to herself as she continues along the path
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67226
>>67221
Infernius is initially unable to deduce the ship's controls, however Torcuil is right there.
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67227
67228
>>67225
Tracy trots along the wall basking in the silence which is interrupted only by intermittent gusts of wind. In the distance of the elf section, she can see a handful of flying creatures - more Wyverns no doubt - lifting off and flying in different directions. She watches, and makes note of their general destination (impossible to determine from her position, but she has an idea now). After a time, the distant intersection of the wall seems not so far, and she can see that the perpendicular wall does not seem as thick or reinforced as the outer face.
Anonymous
LAfZe
?
No.67228
67229
>>67227
"Hmm.. looks more like a border than a rampart.." Tracy observes as she approaches the perpendicular wall slowly, getting her first glance at the new territory
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67229
67230
>>67228
The border as she accurately calls it, is only about 6' wide, as opposed to the main wall which is more like 20' wide. As she approaches slowly she can begin to see over the border, her immediate impression is that of a brick staircase. Not literally, but the buildings she can see appear neatly stacked and organized, the buildings along the wall reaching nearly the full height of the wall (undoubtably with various access points). Contrary to the Elven section however, there doesn't appear to be any presence physically on the wall waiting to 'greet' anyone.
LAfZe
?
No.67230
67232
[1d20 = 4]
>>67229
Spot check to see any creatures in the Immediate vincinity.
Anonymous
LAfZe
?
No.67231
>shrug.jpg
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67232
67233
>>67230
Nothing apparent, and that roll is unnecessary; its established that Tracy is being careful and measured, alert for anyone or anything of interest/concern. As far as she can tell there is no one along the wall, and no one that she can see below the wall from this vantage. She's still a bit south of the intersection.
Anonymous
LAfZe
?
No.67233
67234
>>67232
Tracy decides to delve a bit deeper.
She trots along the perpendicular wall until she's a good ways in, and then promptly scales down boy hopping on the staircase-like buildings.
>To anyone observing, it looks like she's coming from elf territory.
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67234
67235
>>67233
As Tracy reaches the intersection of the walls, she should roll a separate spot check
LAfZe
?
No.67235
67236
[1d20 = 17]
>>67234

Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67236
67237
>>67235
It occurs to Tracy that this area is completely clear of any dirt or debris. The top of the wall on the dwarven side is immaculately kept, in spite of the absence of any presence.
Anonymous
LAfZe
?
No.67237
67238
>>67236
"Hmmmm.. awfully tidy here.." Tracy says, narrowing her eyes
With the ship a good ways behind her, she gathers her bearings and delves into the area in stealth.
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67238
>>67237
Roll a reflex check, modified for trapsense
LAfZe
?
No.67239
67240
[1d20+29 = 35]

Anonymous
IW8uA
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No.67240
67241 67243
>>67239
As Tracy steps forward, she feels the brick beneath her hoof depress slightly, and the mane on the back of her neck stands on end. As a distinct 'click' sound is heard, two slender pieces of metal spring up from between several of the bricks connected by a thick rope. Ducking beneath the rope, she narrowly avoids getting flung from the wall. The rods lower back into position to a faint sound of gears clinking, until they return to their hiding place with a click.
Anonymous
qbWIS
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No.67241
67242
>>67240
"..... Somebody doesn't like elves..." Tacy says, letting out a hush whinney
Anonymous
qbWIS
?
No.67242
>>67241
*Hushed
Anonymous
LAfZe
?
No.67243
67244
>>67240
Tracy contemplates flying over the contraption, but figures the burst of smoke could give her position away.
With no room to run on the perpendicular wall, she retreats to the Sil Wall to jump the mechanism.
LAfZe
?
No.67244
67245
C5TwIOt.jpg
[1d20+27 = 32]
>>67243
After she moves back to the sill Wall, she takes a running start and attempts to jump over the traps
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67245
67246
>>67244
Tracy deftly jumps over the first trap, easily clearing it. As she lands, she hears yet another distinct click, oddly similar to the previous one. And sure enough, another set of rope arms swing over her ducking head, attempting to launch her from the wall. It suddenly occurs to Tracy that the area is probably free and clear because it is regularly maintained on automation.
LAfZe
?
No.67246
67248
[1d20+27 = 44]
>>67245
Tracy doesn't skip a beat and immediately leaps forward again as she lands, losing no speed and jumping again.
Anonymous
7SScu
?
No.67247
67251
>>67214
"Hold your hoersi. Snek?"
>"Cya Vern, coming Torc."
The airship then follows along the direction Tracy took.
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67248
67250
>>67246
Tracy successfully vaults 2 of the trap plates, and attempts to hop-scotch her way past. Which really wasn't a good idea, given that she barely had enough time to duck on the previous traps. Sure enough, as she attempt to lift off this next trap plate, the lever arms and rope swing out, clipping Tracy's rear legs and sending her spinning in the air.
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67249
>20
Fine, Tracy is able to grab onto the edge of the wall, preventing her from being sent clear off the edge of the wall, hanging over the extreme drop (which, she could get out of, but still).
Anonymous
LAfZe
?
No.67250
67253
>>67248
*Spins gracefully*
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67251
67252
>>67247
Meanwhile, Torcuil changes course to follow Tracy while giving Infernius the basic rundown on how to pilot the ship.
Anonymous
7SScu
?
No.67252
67254
>>67251
BOOOOO...

Fine
LAfZe
?
No.67253
67254
[1d20+27 = 41]
>>67250
Tracy clicks her hooves together to activate her shoes levitation function and makes another jump.
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67254
67255
>>67252
Just throttle and steering, nothing extensive
>>67253
^_^
NOW Tracy can move about on the wall, undetectable, and without getting vaulted at the wall. Its a good thing too, because after a few moments a squat head peeks over the edge of the wall on the Dwarves side. "Nah, probably the birds again. I told you, you need to increase the tension on those springs!"
"But if I do that, then we won't get to *see* the birds get launched."
"Oh come off it, its never gonna work,...." the voice diminishes as it departs.
Anonymous
LAfZe
?
No.67255
67256 67257
>>67254
Tracy's still need invisible, mind.
Tracy moves towards where she saw the manlet poke his head out.
Anonymous
LAfZe
?
No.67256
>>67255
*Is still invisible
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67257
67258
>>67255
Peeking over the edge, Tracy spies a staircase leading to a ledge with a door leading into the network of structures. There are several such staircases further along the wall, all of them facing toward the main wall.
Anonymous
LAfZe
?
No.67258
67259
>>67257
Tracy hops down and sets off along the staircase.
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67259
67260 67261
>>67258
Its not a long staircase, essentially just a defensive choke-point in the exterior defenses. The ledge isn't exceptionally big, essentially a balcony (except without a rail, cuz they're dwarves). A single wooden door leads into the compound.
Anonymous
LAfZe
?
No.67260
>>67259
Tracy inspects the door.
Is it locked?
Anonymous
LAfZe
?
No.67261
67262
>>67259
Tracy realizes that she forgot her lock-picks in the towers mess hall, and has to spend several frustrating minutes taking 20 to open the lock with one of her knives.
which is a convient excuse for her faggot having already tucked himself in and not remembering her ranks in that skill.
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67262
67263
>>67261
The absence of immediate observers allows Tracy the time necessary to open the door. It doesn't have an external lock, but she is able to wedge one of her knives to trip the latch. The door opens with a click and swings open slightly.
Anonymous
LAfZe
?
No.67263
67264
>>67262
"Hmmm." Tracy coos to herself, trying to salvage some self confidence as she makes her way past the door into the coridoor.
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67264
67265 67269
>>67263
Through the door, Tracy can hear the echoes of countless voices echoing through the halls on either side of the door. Light filters into the hall from deliberately designed cracks in the wall and ceiling, illuminating the inside.
Anonymous
LAfZe
?
No.67265
>>67264
"Hmmm.. fancy place.." Tracy mumbles inaudibly to herself as she passes deeper into the cavern.
LAfZe
?
No.67266
67267 67268 67269
[1d20 = 5]
Listen check to hear how close those voices are
Anonymous
LAfZe
?
No.67267
>>67266
Tracy's ears ring from the echoes.
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67268
67270
>>67266
Distant, not close enough to observe Tracy if she enters the hallway, and none of them sounding alerted or otherwise impending.
Anonymous
LAfZe
?
No.67269
>>67266
>>67264
Tracy heads further in towards the noises, wherever they are. Invisible and moving silently.
Anonymous
LAfZe
?
No.67270
67271
>>67268
Tracy enters the hallway.
Anonymous
bOUiA
?
No.67271
67272
>>67270
Its a long hallway that runs parallel to the wall. There are several doorways on in either direction (no doors tho), as well as a staircase at the end of the hall.
Anonymous
LAfZe
?
No.67272
>>67271
Tracy slowly sneaks down the hall, peaking through the doorways on either side of her as she goes.
Anonymous
7W720
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No.67874
67876 67882
the-man-stand-at-the-panoramic-window-on-the-background-of-city-river-time-lapse-wide-angle_b9mrhkixe_thumbnail-f.png
The Man stood looking out over the harbor from the penthouse window. Beneath him the carpet had been ripped out and the floor was bare. Behind him there was open space where a wall had stood, and a bar table occupied what was once an open living space, its surface unfurnished. For a year he hadn’t found a buyer for the unit, and so kept it as his own. But he was finally persuaded to sell the unit at a loss, and the new owner wanted extensive changes to the layout. After concluding a meeting at a restaurant, he thought he’d visit the unit at midnight to stare out the panoramic windows one last time.

As he did so, he thought back to a night that ended in that room a little more than a year before. That night had centered on two struggles against two friendly enemies. One, he win against, or so he thought. The other, he would let win. It started with a confrontation. A duel, in whatever way fiour against one could be considered a “duel.” Violent though it may have begun, it swiftly became cordial and countries. It became no less contentious. The battle had shifted from the physical to the mental as he haggled for control of a prize unicorn. After hours of mental chess, they seemed to reach an agreement that left him with the prize.

The victory did not last. It did not even last a single day. He was back to struggling for the prize he thought he had won, trying to get to her the next day, trying to find her the next week, and trying to enamor her the next month. What he was so sure was already in his grasp was in fact only gained after a very long and arduous series of tasks. And even then, he never got to enjoy his victory. In a way, the hard-fought prize remained unclaimed.

This did not bother him. No, his victory did not last, but what does? Everything that is won is eventually lost, and nothing struggled for ever remains. “All glory is fleeting.” What had made that night different, what had made it stand out in his memory after an eventful year, was not the permanency of his triumph, for surely it did not have that. Why that night in particular lingered in his memory more than a year was the sheer thrill of the struggle itself. In the intense back and forth of the negotiation, he found the best focus and expression of his talents and abilities. In trying to figure out what his opponent wanted, in determining what he had to give away, and in trying to persuade the opposing party to make the exchange – he felt alive. He felt like he was good at it. Like a portion of his being that normally lies dormant had been activated, and it was that portion that most closely aligned with what made him different. He knew how a pure bred hunting dog, trained as a puppy to run and chase and hunt, and bred from generations of hunters, felt as it chased after fowl. As it feels, or believes it is about to feel the bird in its jaws it knows that it is doing what it was created to do. Whether it catches the bird or not doesn’t matter much to the dog. It is experiencing its being in action in a way that it will not when it returns to its life of lazing around in the house with occasional walks around the block. So too did the Man’s talents and creativity lay dormant for most of the year since.
Anonymous
7W720
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No.67876
67882
1.jpg
>>67874
Out in the far distance, the Man could see a light of a passing ship coming into the harbor, and various other moving lights of vehicles along the shore. These were other people in motion. Their lives were advancing, and so too was his, he figured. He took a sip from the glass of honey sweeten tea he bought at the restaurant earlier, and his mind focused back to the other struggle in that night. The Blue Mare had tried for months then to lay a sort of claim of ownership to him. And for those months he resisted, fearing there was a deeper malevolence. But in that night, he let himself go in the moment. There was something sweet about her. Something… Cute. He liked the affection. He liked to be wanted. And he figured that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he would let her have him. Maybe this relationship could be joyous. He acquiesced to her that night, and he was hers.

His expectations for his life after this defeat proved to be as illusory as his “triumph.” The relationship would stress and sour, often turning bad. She must have lost interest in him after a while, as her affection became sparser and he was no longer her “flashy,” nor she “Mrs. Sentry.” He had not seen her at all in six months. He had to wonder if she was still out there. But this too, was alright. Most of the relationships we have with people are fraught with tensions, or are ephemeral, so why should this one be an exception? Whatever else happened before or after, he liked the affection, and he had fun that night. That night, she was cute, and it was a good experience. She was not the first person to enter and leave his life, nor was she the last. Through out the years he had known many people. They had all made their impressions on him, and most of them he would never see again. His relationship with the Blue Mare had been special and enjoyable in its own sort of way, and that night, and so many other occasions with her, good and bad, were among the experiences that made up his life.

He stood there in silence, then made a toast “to absent friends,” taking a long drink of the tea and finishing it. He turned around and looked at the deconstructed apartment where that night had ended on a joyous note. He had built this place and lived there in part, but now it was unrecognizable. All furnishings had been stripped away and even the basic layout changed. He placed his glass on the unfinished bar as he walked towards the door. That glass, which would surely be taken by a worker in the morning, was the last thing he would contribute to the unit, he thought, and he had to wonder if he had made any lasting impression in the place. His fading memories were perhaps the last remnants of that night, and so many others like it. He was unsure what to feel about all of this. The last year had not been kind, and he still did not know what the future held. He was not sure if he should be happy, sad, or angry, or if he felt much of anything at all. He turned out the lights and headed back home.
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