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Nathen_216
Legacy Name: Nathen_216

The Steamwork Kumos
Owner: Silhouette

Age: 12 years, 8 months, 3 weeks

Born: August 3rd, 2011

Adopted: 12 years, 8 months, 6 days ago

Adopted: August 21st, 2011

London, England. April 18, 1892.
"I bought the watch, Rosie. It's a strange one, a clock with six hands! Makes me curious to which madman would have thought of such an idea. I've located the missing cogs and pieces, and it seems to work, albeit still rather oddly in a fashion I can not fully understand. The three longest hands never seem to budge at all, while the smallest one moves as quickly as the passing minute. I shall look into it further when my work is done..."

Westminster, England. May 31, 1915.
"Heavens, I turned a couple of the hands forward while twiddling around with that clock, and I am most horrified to say that I somehow fainted and then landed into the middle of a disaster! People were running amok wildly and buildings were being blasted apart by a large aerial craft! I didn't look too clearly, as rubble landed about the streets in massive chunks, and I quickly sought refuge from the deadly storm. I ran for what seemed like ages, out of town to Westminster, and managed to duck into a kind lady's home. I must have seemed quite distressed and disturbed, for she ushered me in, and set me at her table. She gave me a hearty meal, for that I am most thankful for, but for whatever the reason, she insisted that it is 1915! I am certain that it is April 20th of 1892! I hope the poor lady isn't mad, but nevertheless, I shall mark the date as she says."

London, England. May 14, 1892.
"I returned to London and while I was strolling back home, I turned back the hands once more, and suddenly, it reverted me back to my writing desk! Rosaire was not home. In fact, it seemed that nobody has been there for for quite a while. A dreadful feeling came over me, but I cannot say what could have possibly happened. A couple of tables and chairs in the dining room had been overturned, and spiderwebs draped themselves all over the entire house like a musty curtain. A cup of tea had been left by my favorite armchair, and piece of moldy bread laid on the table. I was in a dead house. I was scared - I have never felt so alone before. The watch is a wretched creation of the devil... That I know now. But I cannot even return it to the shop; it's vanished completely, building and all! Out of curiosity, I asked for the date from a passerby on the street, but it appears that I have been oddly misplaced, again. I am in 1892, but apparently a month has passed in what, to me, seems like only a day. Perhaps I am the one going mad here..."

London, England. May 10, 1941.
"Alas, I have figured it out. This clock, this devilish atrocity, cannot be anything else but a time machine! The innermost hand marks the minutes, then the hours, then the days, the months, years, decades! ...that I am able to travel for. It is only now, during another tragic bombing of my home in what people call the second World War, that I realize this. I had decided to tinker about a little more with the clock after my last return to 1892, and after recalling the date again, I see that it all comes together. I do not know what to do now however... Is Rosie still alive? What has become of her? I am curious, and yet, scared out of my wits all at the same time. It is a most unpleasant feeling."

London, England. December 14, 1945.
"The clock is gone. It has been a nightmare trying to find it, and even so, I was forced to enlist as a medic in the army for the past three years, and any hope of ever retrieving it has left me. This journal is beginning to wear as well, and I hadn't the time to write. I don't think I shall have many more moments left for myself now. Work is troublesome. It is amazing that I am even alive right now, left with only a few scars and burns. I am physically well, but the sights of the dying and dead refuse to leave me, and I cannot begin to even explain how it tortures me to know that I could not save them all."

London, England. March 23, 1946.
"So much has changed! Goodness, it seems that despite being a doctor, I am still nevertheless vulnerable to the effects of old age. Perhaps it isn't old age, but... I am having trouble focusing. People seem to blur, and I swear I can always see someone, something, dashing out of the corner of my eye. However, that is only the beginning of my troubles, I fear. Vertigo is becoming... almost a common thing to me, and I'm afraid my patients (I had set up a new clinic on Green Eastern Road) are coming less and less, seeing these abnormalities. But for now, I must put down my pen. It is time for work."

London, England. September 21, 1973.
"Memory lapses. I cannot think straight at certain times, and things are blurring far more easily. I have found the clock, however! Two months ago I believe, mysteriously placed on my windowsill. I do not know how it happened, but I am pleased it is back in my possession, despite the troubles it has caused me. I fear, it is the only way I can live now, to weave in between the fabrics of time and space. But I can never be sure now, for I swear my brain is becoming old and senile. Stranger still, I look no older than the time of my last birthday at 37, which should have been a little under a century ago. It is a pity I can not go back. The clock has not allowed me to travel back in time since I found it, and whenever I seek those who I have befriended in the 40s, they treat me as if I were a complete stranger. Even the young lads who I used to work claim not to have seen me before in their lives. It is as if I have been erased from history."

London, England. July 7, 2005.
"How late it is! I have traveled forth three decades. Again, I hear of the bombings, this time in the transit system. Suicide bombers, I believe they're called. Such an amusing name for killers nowadays I must say! But all this new technology, it seems to run from me in a race in which I can never keep up. One moment, we are discussing weapons of mass destruction from Nazi Germany, the next about the September 11 bombings of 2001 in America, and now of suicidal street lunatics! Such an interesting place this world has become! But I shan't linger too long, the effects of such fast time travel is taking its toll on my mind. I shall enjoy it while I can. Tic toc, tic toc, I shall be off!"

London, England. January 27, 3014.
"It's stunning! Entire lands have changed. What used to be skyscrapers are endless towers throwing themselves towards clouds, and what people would have called 'UFO's in the 21st century now seem to be reality. The skies are not as clear, but rather, filled with clouds of poison, and government has never been more corrupt. It is curious though! I have found my Rose again! Oh how she has changed, but nevertheless, I do not mind. We are together again, and the wretched clock can no longer work to bring us apart. Tic toc, it used to go, but now the charming little sound has ceased! I think I will have fun in this time!"

The rest is incoherent gibberish mixed with sketches of strange new works that is lost to the world of today. However, if you do manage to travel forth through time by whichever force of insanity that will take you, you may just catch the mad doctor in some dramatic scheme, adding his own touches to the world in shadowy ways. He laughs so much more often now, even though they've lost their chime and they are of hysterics rather than joy. His patients fear that doctor, but with insanity brings great genius and dedication, and so, they are forced to stand by as he runs on about strange clocks and even stranger times.

But some day, when he is a little more sober, perhaps you would like to sit down and talk to him over a cup of tea. And maybe, just maybe, he'll tell you everything about what happened since that little toy shop...

So many years ago.

credit: INFINITE THANKS TO TWOCENTS FOR SENDING THE YUNIUM KEY! <3