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Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
A pattern that stood as an eternal battleground, doomed to loop again and again. Where only two things mattered. Movement capability, and intelligence.
Tick.
Tock.
For all things that fought here could claim a kill in but one move. No martial ->
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
He was in a chair. The house was dark. Nothing was sat across from him.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
In front of him, an innocuous little table, with a pattern in the center.
Tick.
Tock.
A pattern of alternating, monochrome squares.
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she wears the goggles to protect her eyes from the woodchips flying in but shes adament about not taking them off, ESPECIALLY after tock was born, because she was one of the few of the tutti's to look like her father and she was terrified of passing it onto tock