Pits
Legacy Name: Pits

Hello? Is anyone left in there?

"Something missing," it murmured, all alone, flipping through the pages of a battered, leather journal. "Something missing, something missing."

The creature, (for it was a creature now, that much was certain, no matter what it had been some time before,) shifted awkwardly to its feet. Touched compulsively at each of its grimy, mangled tools. "Hmm hmm hmm."

There was a piece it simply couldn't place. A thought he-- yes. He, it recalled now. -- A thought he could not wrangle.

"Something missing," he muttered to himself again, more irately.

In truth, there were a great number of things that could have been his 'something.' His glasses, all sense of time and place. Patches of skin.

But none of that was quite what he had in mind. They were all inconsequential. Distractions. And yet somehow, maddeningly necessary components he was having trouble getting around without. Little... pits. Little pitfalls. Pitfalls. Pits. Annoying. Enduring.

"Tripwires!" He cried aloud, startling a flock of carrion birds. Not terribly far, mind you. Only up into the air and down again. They caught his attention. The creature honed in on them with wide, unfocused eyes. "Obstacles." He told them. Or perhaps accused them, advancing with sudden menace. "Impediments. Obstructions! Moral quandaries. Funding cuts!"

He was shouting by the time he reached them, tossing his head with a frustrated, impotent rage. Sending them shrieking again into the air. The effort-- the violence of the thing spattered the ground with blood and spit and rot. He howled at their retreating tails as if it might bring them back around. "Maniac! Bedlamite! Bastard! Coldblooded! Cutthroat! Obdurate!"

The creature gasped, backing up as if the outburst was something horrifying now suddenly confronting him. The click of his chipped and shattered hooves against the cobble echoed with the fading sound of his own voice. "No, beautiful." he whispered in the half silence. "Beauty, brilliant, missing... thing. Can't remember. Can't remember. Can't recall."

He searched around, interest taken fast with something maybe dropped. He brushed his nose against the cobbles, pushing abandoned bottle and fallen leaf out of his way. "Shh, shh, shhshhshh. No more words now. Say goodbye."

Teeth touched gently against their metal frame. A pair of spectacles, smeared in ugly blotches of filth and bile. Broken, lenses scratched and twisted. He picked them up. Bent them carefully back into shape."Goodbye, Pits." He crooned in an unpleasant tone, sickly sweet and patronizing as he placed them back on his nose. "Goodbye, Pits, goodbye."

Echoes in an empty place

Praeses

Oh, how the devil smiles. Smiles he does, offers pen and book and promise.

Heng Yu

Run, child.

Harding

Tempered tempers, tempered steel, cold iron, brass.
I never dreamed your radiance would be so blinding.
Hearts fail. I miss our talks.

Ethain

Sweet pressure, kiss and tell and kiss and tell.

Auriolus

Lost and lovely thing! Lament of ages, flesh of my flesh! Bone of my contention.