Post by cinna on Dec 7, 2007 20:55:15 GMT -5
{ooc| Thanks for all the warm welcomes everyone. <3 This is my first time playing here, so if I write anything wrong please don't hesitate to tell me, I try and learn quickly. ^^;}
There was a fight going on in a dank alleyway, and it would probably be fatal. Down the way a girl was crying over her lover, who had left her the day before. In the square a couple were holding hands and smiling as their children tumbled over the cobblestones in play. If you were to look a bit farther to the house on the left, you would see a very creepy man staring at these children while his wife dutifully prepared his supper. At this very second there were an innumerable amount of actions going on, some good and others downright awful. There were at least a hundred of these events going on in this very town, to realize it was nearly mind boggling.
But what makes a creature be of good or bad disposition? Is it predetermined by their nature, and is it at their very first breath already impossible to change? Or is it the opposite, is it all arranged by one's upbringing? It was ludicrous to think it was either one or the other, surely there must be some of both!
The rat groaned in his confusion and leaned closer to the monitors, paying close attention to a youngster who just seconds before swept an apple from a vendor. At first glance it seemed a nasty trick, but Boswell himself knew the creature's family was starving, and that was to be their dinner. In exasperation the vermin pounded his brow with his tiny fist. Why couldn't these Corvistowneians be more like his tails, for God's sake?!
As if on cue, his split tails immediately started twining around each other. To the naked eye it looked like an embrace, but Boswell knew they were merely bickering. Os, the one draped in blue fur, was a nasty creature and always picked on the docile Ki. Boswell rolled his eyes as they continued to pounce at one another, it was fitting he had named them, they were as ridiculous as any child.
Well, there was to be no new information gathered from these cameras, which he had set up throughout the town more than four months ago. No, there was no denying it, Boswell would have to venture to the surface. The vermin grinned in amusement, showing several shiny gold teeth; he loved to mingle among the crowds and see individuals as they really were, it filled his hunger for interaction just fine.
He pushed his chair away from the desk and the glaring computer screens and scrambled into the elevator, hitting both tails in reprimand. Ki, always obedient, bowed at his touch, but Os attempted to wrap around his wrist. The little bugger was always so angry. Ignoring them once again, the rat flicked the button labeled "Surface" and rocked on his heels as Bach filtered through the speakers.
His monitoring lab was deep underground, the lift took a nearly five minutes to reach the surface. His eyes squinted, the sun was something to get used to, but it was worth the chance to answer his various questions on character. Stepping into the swell of people, Boswell blended right in with his dark, unobtrusive colors. Ah yes, he was good at observation.
There was a fight going on in a dank alleyway, and it would probably be fatal. Down the way a girl was crying over her lover, who had left her the day before. In the square a couple were holding hands and smiling as their children tumbled over the cobblestones in play. If you were to look a bit farther to the house on the left, you would see a very creepy man staring at these children while his wife dutifully prepared his supper. At this very second there were an innumerable amount of actions going on, some good and others downright awful. There were at least a hundred of these events going on in this very town, to realize it was nearly mind boggling.
But what makes a creature be of good or bad disposition? Is it predetermined by their nature, and is it at their very first breath already impossible to change? Or is it the opposite, is it all arranged by one's upbringing? It was ludicrous to think it was either one or the other, surely there must be some of both!
The rat groaned in his confusion and leaned closer to the monitors, paying close attention to a youngster who just seconds before swept an apple from a vendor. At first glance it seemed a nasty trick, but Boswell himself knew the creature's family was starving, and that was to be their dinner. In exasperation the vermin pounded his brow with his tiny fist. Why couldn't these Corvistowneians be more like his tails, for God's sake?!
As if on cue, his split tails immediately started twining around each other. To the naked eye it looked like an embrace, but Boswell knew they were merely bickering. Os, the one draped in blue fur, was a nasty creature and always picked on the docile Ki. Boswell rolled his eyes as they continued to pounce at one another, it was fitting he had named them, they were as ridiculous as any child.
Well, there was to be no new information gathered from these cameras, which he had set up throughout the town more than four months ago. No, there was no denying it, Boswell would have to venture to the surface. The vermin grinned in amusement, showing several shiny gold teeth; he loved to mingle among the crowds and see individuals as they really were, it filled his hunger for interaction just fine.
He pushed his chair away from the desk and the glaring computer screens and scrambled into the elevator, hitting both tails in reprimand. Ki, always obedient, bowed at his touch, but Os attempted to wrap around his wrist. The little bugger was always so angry. Ignoring them once again, the rat flicked the button labeled "Surface" and rocked on his heels as Bach filtered through the speakers.
His monitoring lab was deep underground, the lift took a nearly five minutes to reach the surface. His eyes squinted, the sun was something to get used to, but it was worth the chance to answer his various questions on character. Stepping into the swell of people, Boswell blended right in with his dark, unobtrusive colors. Ah yes, he was good at observation.
