Difference between revisions of "Log:Aaron Has A Breakthrough"

2017.09.02

Aaron's Wyrd Evo into Inventor is complete after a Chrysalis.

Aaron's Abode

How long has it been since Aaron's had a decent night's rest? A day? A few? He's been busy working on multiple projects and keeping his mind and fingers busy. Writing projects, thoughts on things for the coming Autumn, and Token crafting. With his latest projects completed, he puts a pair of Lexicon Lenses into a small box addressed to Nathania. The Ear Worm, his latest creation, sits completed on a table with his many makeshift tools. "I really should consider finding myself a suitible workspace," he mummurs as he removes a pair of glasses and rubs at his eyes.

"You're going to work yourself to death," comes the voice of his spectral sister. "Really, why are you doing these things?"

"Because," he begins, "I'm exploring the magic in all things. Not just my inherit abilities--but those that I can create through things like these," he gestures to the Tokens.

"Just seems like a lot of work for something so small," she says with a tone of boredom.

"It's a start. Starting small towards bigger and better projects." He looks to the clock on the wall. "Look, can we talk a bit later. I think I'm just going to sit outside for a bit of rest."

Without much of a word, he makes his way to the back pastures of his private abode. He lights a fire in the firepit, sits down, and begins to close his eyes for a spontaneous nap.

Aaron's eyes close and the man drifts off for god only knows how long. While he does there's the dream that comes on. A few of the projects that the man has been working on. They all need to be finished. Sometimes it's a bit fanatical the way he thinks about them. As he sits in the chair, he can feel the tug to get up and finish one. It just has to be finished tonight!

"These are not going to get done by themselves," Aaron says, getting up from his chair and heading to where his unfinished project sit and wait for him. His hands find their tools and begin to work. It's as though the world around him is gone as his mind and attention turn to just the project in front of him, but this doesn't prevent him from thinking about the other--how many? Two or three other projects he set out for himself.

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When Aaron sits down at the table, there's his projects. All in varying degrees of progress. One is picked and the Darkling starts to work through a process. He can't help himself.

Hour one goes by without much progress. The man having to restart a few times. He can feel as the tunnel vision starts to set in. When the second hour comes along he is fully set into his process. Focusing in to the point where the outside world is pushed out and forgotten.

Which is probably why the writer doesn't realize something is a miss.

Aaron takes time between work to stretch his hands, bend his fingers a bit to prevent them from stiffening up on him. He hadn't looked at the clock for some time. Time was devoted to the project at hand. Progress made in some areas, and others, "There's still so much work to be done," he mummurs to himself. He is about to return to his project as the second hour comes, but pauses. He looks around. Even for the Darkling who prefers his quiet--it's too quiet. Too still. He's not heard from his sister, or that infernal cat of his. He can usually hear them somewhere in the house. Playing, arguing, moving from part of the home to another.

"Sasha?" Aaron calls out. Not waiting for a response, he calls out, "Mister Manx?"

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There's nothing that answers Aaron. Just the slow ticks of the clock. Each one reminds him that the time is slipping by. Precious time that can be spent on his projects.

His inventions.

The Darkling's attention is thrust back to the things in front of him. Almost against his will. His hands lift as if they are on strings and being worked by a puppet master. All to help him refine his ideas and his creations. The hours pass without him looking up. Without him hearing Sasha or Mister Manx. Hours go by, maybe even days, it's just so much focus on things.

And while he's working through his project, there's a cocoon that starts to wrap around the Changeling. Enclosing him in a safe little place while he finishes his project.

Aaron shrugs off the silence as his attention calls back to his work. Even his body wills itself in the direction of his creations. His projects. Inventions of the mind that are made real by his own hands! He returns his precious focus on what's calling him most. Tick-tock, work around the clock. The coccoon that wraps around him doesn't cause him pause. In fact, it's as though it helps him even more. Helps him focus his attention to where it needs to be, on the inventions at hand. He'll think about other menial things later--once all his inventions have been made.

As the hours pass, the Darkling slowly starts to realize that he's been working through the night. The soft lighting of the dawn can start to be seen, dragging him out of his reverie and back to the reality. The man would soon start to realize that there is a comfy little cocoon that he's in.

One that he's going to have to break himself out of.

Aaron looks to see the coccoon form around him. "Curioser and curioser," he says. He puts his tools down, stretching his fingers. How long were they bent into holding tools, sculpting objects into other objects. The sounds that come from them are not so much crack and pop at the knuckles, but click like gears moving. He pokes at the coccoon, looking this way and that for a weak spot. When he doesn't really see one ouright, his fingertips sharpen to fine bladed points. Poking through, he works at slicing his way out.

As he sees more of the world around him come through the shell that was his brief home, he rises from his chair. He stretches his body out and up.

Aaron can /feel/ something has changed. Now it's time to find out what exactly has. He'd been feeling a slight calling over the last few months and now...now that feeling is gone. He feels better. Complete. Like something filled up a hole inside of him. Gave him purpose.

Aaron walks around from his sitting place. How long was he there. Where did the time go? He looks to his hands, feeling they're different. He sees the joints and there looks to be more shape to them. They look nimble, more flexible. "What has..." he pauses a moment to think. A smile slowly creeps his face. A fire dance in his eyes. He then opens the door to his home, ready to take on new feats with a re-energized mind, and hands to further those inventions to greater hights. "Eureka," he calls out as the shaping of new wonders and new beginnings come to his mind.