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Post by talon on Feb 11, 2006 23:23:12 GMT -5
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Walking into his office for the first time he could tell by the smell it had been a while since anyone had been in here, or cleaned in here. With a flick of his hand, he wielded his wand and a few seconds later had significantly cleaned the room. Moving to the chair he frowned seeing it broken. It was a nuisance to see the place in such a way, but with a wave of his wand the chair was fixed.
Talon went to his normal sitting habit, balancing on the hind legs of the chair with his own legs on the desk. He closed his eyes for a moment, it was just how he did things, and he had been this way long before he could remember.
The fact that Talon could rarely remember anything about his own life, yet could draw in so much knowledge and remember it, always bothered him. He could tell you what the perfect technique would be to approach a dragon at its supper time and not become its next mean, but for the life of him couldn't remember if his birthday actually existed. This was Talon, plagued with gaps in memory and a endless stream of knowledge, he knew about as much he would say next as a penguin knew if it would find a mate in mating season.
"Bloody hell..." he remarked to himself.
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