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Uncle Moose · 12-28-2021, 04:23 AM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

The most hazardous aspect of moving through the train corridor like this was ultimately nothing to do with Milo's retroambulatory capabilities, but the narrowness of the train corridor and the other people who kept getting in the way or shoving past. Milo was an expert. This time last year - he remembered because it was that time when Papo Jake had started talking to Rose again about Milo needing to be at a school with other children - he had walked through the village all night, backwards and without stopping, refusing to face forwards until the rising sun had completely cleared the horizon

But that time, he had been in the open air, bare feet on solid ground, moon and stars up above, completely alone. Today, Milo walked sock-footed on a moving train, no contact with the ground, people everywhere, a rush of noise and voices and energies. Interference. Static. He wasn't likely to fall, but he could easily become untethered, and float away, and disappear into the ether. Easily.

Comments were common. Milo heard them often, but for this last, he stopped (because he'd passed the compartment from which the voice had come) and moved forwards a few steps (to reach it again) and looked in through the open door (voicewards) at the injured occupant.

"Specifics are suspicious."

Oh no.

Looking at him, Moose was really starting to question himself for calling out to the kid to not trip. He was in the compartment now. "Clearly." It was easy for Moose to just loose it. Sure when something new and strange happened it set Moose over the edge. But that was usually due to all that magic that still forced itself to make him need to understand it's absurdities. But this...it was different but didn't make him angry. For now Moose would be curious and questioning.

He finished bandaging his hand and rested both his hands on his lap and leaned forward. Taking one hand to push some of his hair from his face before putting it back on his lap. "Moving around the train, like that. It was bound to end up with your back to the floor. " And sure, baring witness to such a fall would be quite the spectacle, no one would want to be the one who did the fall right?

Was that a cookie? Moose looked at the cookie in their hand. He hadn't yet gone to the Food Trolley yet.

12-28-2021, 04:23 AM	#18 (permalink)
Uncle Moose Grindylow Join Date: Jan 2011 Location: Cross Guild Posts: 14,333 Hogwarts RPG Name: Von Culpepper Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Paige Hall Hufflepuff Seventh Year x7 x8	Mom says I have no sense of direction, so I packed my bags and right. Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir The most hazardous aspect of moving through the train corridor like this was ultimately nothing to do with Milo's retroambulatory capabilities, but the narrowness of the train corridor and the other people who kept getting in the way or shoving past. Milo was an expert. This time last year - he remembered because it was that time when Papo Jake had started talking to Rose again about Milo needing to be at a school with other children - he had walked through the village all night, backwards and without stopping, refusing to face forwards until the rising sun had completely cleared the horizon But that time, he had been in the open air, bare feet on solid ground, moon and stars up above, completely alone. Today, Milo walked sock-footed on a moving train, no contact with the ground, people everywhere, a rush of noise and voices and energies. Interference. Static. He wasn't likely to fall, but he could easily become untethered, and float away, and disappear into the ether. Easily. Comments were common. Milo heard them often, but for this last, he stopped (because he'd passed the compartment from which the voice had come) and moved forwards a few steps (to reach it again) and looked in through the open door (voicewards) at the injured occupant. "Specifics are suspicious." Oh no. Looking at him, Moose was really starting to question himself for calling out to the kid to not trip. He was in the compartment now. "Clearly." It was easy for Moose to just loose it. Sure when something new and strange happened it set Moose over the edge. But that was usually due to all that magic that still forced itself to make him need to understand it's absurdities. But this...it was different but didn't make him angry. For now Moose would be curious and questioning. He finished bandaging his hand and rested both his hands on his lap and leaned forward. Taking one hand to push some of his hair from his face before putting it back on his lap. "Moving around the train, like that. It was bound to end up with your back to the floor. " And sure, baring witness to such a fall would be quite the spectacle, no one would want to be the one who did the fall right? Was that a cookie? Moose looked at the cookie in their hand. He hadn't yet gone to the Food Trolley yet. __________________