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May. 24th, 2017 at 9:06 PM
[ As the month has progressed, Kal has learned a lot of things about himself. Some of them had to do with his place here and he's spent more time than one might expect considering them, measuring them against the information that he's gotten from the other memories, the ones that feel more genuine, mostly because they have the right amount of information.
The memories here, he can see and hear and taste food, feel the dirt in his hands or the water in his hair or the kisses against his cheek.
The memories from there have so much more. The taste of the air, heartbeats in his ears, thousands upon thousands of voices and stories. There's flying through the air and blood in his teeth as he fights monsters from nightmares he didn't know he'd had. He's gotten memories of the suit he took from the sheriff's station, and another suit, a brighter one, that meant something.
So all in all, it's been a long month. A month of discovery and quietly, carefully observing this place and the people here and waiting, waiting to see where he'll take his stand. He'd made a move by telling Damon Salvatore, or rather, showing him a thing or two, but that was as far as he'd gone until now. Hopefully, some folks can read between the lines. ]
While I'm sure everyone knows that the fire department is always there for anyone in need of assistance, I'd just like to personally let the people of this town know that we're here should anyone need us. Not just for fires, of course. We're a lot more just some hoses and a truck.
Just something to keep in mind.
The memories here, he can see and hear and taste food, feel the dirt in his hands or the water in his hair or the kisses against his cheek.
The memories from there have so much more. The taste of the air, heartbeats in his ears, thousands upon thousands of voices and stories. There's flying through the air and blood in his teeth as he fights monsters from nightmares he didn't know he'd had. He's gotten memories of the suit he took from the sheriff's station, and another suit, a brighter one, that meant something.
So all in all, it's been a long month. A month of discovery and quietly, carefully observing this place and the people here and waiting, waiting to see where he'll take his stand. He'd made a move by telling Damon Salvatore, or rather, showing him a thing or two, but that was as far as he'd gone until now. Hopefully, some folks can read between the lines. ]
While I'm sure everyone knows that the fire department is always there for anyone in need of assistance, I'd just like to personally let the people of this town know that we're here should anyone need us. Not just for fires, of course. We're a lot more just some hoses and a truck.
Just something to keep in mind.