MYO-139: angus

Angus stared out the rain smeared window of the train, brow kneaded together with thought as he passed by familiar landscape. Outside, the sun was setting, the sky was a smoky dark purple as it mingled with the fading storm. Angus had seen this landscape far too much recently.    There weren’t a lot of passengers on the train for the final stop this evening, Mt. Bougainvillea, where Angus was returning not ...

As soon as Angus caught wind about the sudden disappearance of Archibald Thunder, he made haste to get to the circus. His whole life, he'd grown up doing anything to make some quick goldleaf. Most of it was physical labor, helping with deliveries and hauling stuff around, but on occasion, he would put on a performance.    During events and festivals, he would perform with his magic. He'd learned all sorts of ...

Angus stuffed his knapsack full of his newly sorted supplies and restrapped his tools to the side of his bag, tugging absently to make sure they were secured. He tossed it over his shoulder with a huff, standing up and glowering in the direction of the train as it pulled into the station. He never liked traveling by train. Sometimes, however, it was necessary.   He was setting out on an adventure, much unlike ...

Angus threaded the needle through the fabric of his pants, tired eyes cast upon the small tear in them. His hands shook gently from the cold that enveloped him. His stitches turned out jagged and uneven, but it did the job, and the small rip was slowly repaired. The planet he was on now was much different from Latorre, which was always good for him, because he tended to prefer the worlds that were different. But this one wasn't turning out so great. It was cold and desolate. No ...