Artifact 01: Colorblocks

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[ Sitting at a small, wooden table with a tall umbrella, Angela seems to be enthralled with something. The something sits on the table in front of her.

It looks like a collection of painted wood blocks, the kind of thing a baby would play with. They are currently arranged to look like a small cluster of houses, complete with angled roofs and chimneys. Suddenly, she lifts a hand, and knocks all the blocks down.

This would be disappointing for anyone admiring the block sculpture, but only briefly, as the blocks immediately start to build new houses, all on their own. ]

Comments

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

Whalamato.

[mercwamouth]

Hey, whattaya know, I think I'm startin' to like you.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

Good to know... whatever your name is. Whalamato Man.

[mercwamouth]

Deadpool.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

Sounds a little on the grim side.

[mercwamouth]

Just a bit.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

Should I ask why, or will the imagery give me nightmares?

[mercwamouth]

Nightmares.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

I'll opt to stay blissfully ignorant, then.

So what do you do other than keep people who make tight costumes in business? And play life-size Jenga?

[mercwamouth]

I'm a merc.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

Murk?

[mercwamouth]

Mercenary.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

Oh! So when you're not blowing up buildings for fun, you're being paid to blow up buildings.

[mercwamouth]

Precisely.