Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20190410150804/@comment-26517142-20190519031045

Aaron is still vested into staring at the approaching object - and is knocked off his feet as it smacks him in the face. Falling on the ground, he sees it to be a random sprocket of some clockwork mechanism clattering on the pavement. It had rusty, metallic wings that immediately folded out of sight.

He picks it up. The sprocket suddenly reforms its appearance to reveal a parchment with a message.

''Good luck on your adventuure! From Anastasia. ''

"...wow. She knows." Aaron muttered, referring to his adopted sister-an Automaton-Ozian construct hybrid. In his head, he imagined the rest of his family are still in the dark about him travelling alone.

"Still .." he folds the parchment away. "... how'd this thing get all the way out here? (Laughs) Weird."