TMITM
Megalomaniacal Arbiter
@Annie
Blindfold was having a less fun than average day, he realized as he walked along the busy street of the town he was currently in.
First of all, he dreamt last night.
Well, it wasn’t just about the dream. Blindfold had dreams almost every night, sometimes strange, horrific ones, sometimes ones of things he couldn’t hope to understand, and sometimes (Mostly) the Man would find a way to sneak into his dreams so he could bother Blindfold some more. But Blindfold was used to the dreams. No, it wasn’t about that, but this was the first time that Blindfold had dreamt darkness.
Normally, in Blindfold’s dreams, he could see, in stark contrast of reality, seeing colors and shapes and movement, eventually waking back up to darkness. Nothing… but not this time. This time, he had dreamt of darkness, he could hear things, he could feel things, but he could not see. Despite however much Blindfold liked to pretend he had accepted his new, non-sighted life, he missed his sight, and his dreams had always featured the return of that ability, but last night was the first night, it seemed, that his vision wasn’t there, and that, naturally, upset him.
Secondly, his arm hurt. His right arm, to be exact.
Blindfold had always had what seemed to be some sort of supernatural tracking device on him; the Man seemed to draw the unwanted attention of those more attuned to whatever it was, magic or something, and this kind of unwanted attention usually turned out to be… violent. This past time, a particularly powerful Vampire had wanted really badly to feed on Blindfold, and that, of course, had spiraled into what the Man described as a ‘physical altercation’. A fight. The Vampire had scratched Blindfold’s arm pretty badly before Blindfold was able to convince them to leave him alone, and it wasn’t healing like it usually would, the Ink being able to effectively heal Blindfold, because of, Blindfold guessed, the Vampire’s dark magic or something. Personally, Blindfold didn’t know, and the Man had been less than cooperative when he had asked. Nevertheless, it hurt. Blindfold could deal with it, but it hurt.
The third reason was why he was here.
Blindfold stopped in front of a building, well, he didn’t know exactly if it was the right building because he couldn’t see, but he had asked for directions to this place and everyone had pointed him in this direction. Besides, he had gotten good at directing himself though a city by knowing it’s organization, as Blindfold couldn’t see street signs or numbers, and asking for help was embarrassing.
He assumed this was Cozy Cottage Child Care, and as Blindfold opened the door, he assumed it was being remodeled. Blindfold could smell the sawdust and the fresh paint, so that was his best guess. Blindfold couldn’t think of any other options, unless the daycare hosted a wood shop class, which he doubted.
Blindfold maneuvered himself though the building, clicking his tongue every few seconds to make sure he was in the right place. Blindfold had learned echolocation a few months into his blindness. It helped, but Blindfold wasn’t super good at it. Well, Blindfold wasn’t exactly blind, per se. His vision looked like constantly shifting TV static, as soon as he thought he saw something, it slipped away. Besides, the sheer amount of information in his New Sight was enough to simply incapacitate him from sensory overload. For this reason, he wore his Blindfold, which lessened the effects.
“Hello?” Blindfold called, hoping that someone was in here. “Anyone here?”
Blindfold was having a less fun than average day, he realized as he walked along the busy street of the town he was currently in.
First of all, he dreamt last night.
Well, it wasn’t just about the dream. Blindfold had dreams almost every night, sometimes strange, horrific ones, sometimes ones of things he couldn’t hope to understand, and sometimes (Mostly) the Man would find a way to sneak into his dreams so he could bother Blindfold some more. But Blindfold was used to the dreams. No, it wasn’t about that, but this was the first time that Blindfold had dreamt darkness.
Normally, in Blindfold’s dreams, he could see, in stark contrast of reality, seeing colors and shapes and movement, eventually waking back up to darkness. Nothing… but not this time. This time, he had dreamt of darkness, he could hear things, he could feel things, but he could not see. Despite however much Blindfold liked to pretend he had accepted his new, non-sighted life, he missed his sight, and his dreams had always featured the return of that ability, but last night was the first night, it seemed, that his vision wasn’t there, and that, naturally, upset him.
Secondly, his arm hurt. His right arm, to be exact.
Blindfold had always had what seemed to be some sort of supernatural tracking device on him; the Man seemed to draw the unwanted attention of those more attuned to whatever it was, magic or something, and this kind of unwanted attention usually turned out to be… violent. This past time, a particularly powerful Vampire had wanted really badly to feed on Blindfold, and that, of course, had spiraled into what the Man described as a ‘physical altercation’. A fight. The Vampire had scratched Blindfold’s arm pretty badly before Blindfold was able to convince them to leave him alone, and it wasn’t healing like it usually would, the Ink being able to effectively heal Blindfold, because of, Blindfold guessed, the Vampire’s dark magic or something. Personally, Blindfold didn’t know, and the Man had been less than cooperative when he had asked. Nevertheless, it hurt. Blindfold could deal with it, but it hurt.
The third reason was why he was here.
Blindfold stopped in front of a building, well, he didn’t know exactly if it was the right building because he couldn’t see, but he had asked for directions to this place and everyone had pointed him in this direction. Besides, he had gotten good at directing himself though a city by knowing it’s organization, as Blindfold couldn’t see street signs or numbers, and asking for help was embarrassing.
He assumed this was Cozy Cottage Child Care, and as Blindfold opened the door, he assumed it was being remodeled. Blindfold could smell the sawdust and the fresh paint, so that was his best guess. Blindfold couldn’t think of any other options, unless the daycare hosted a wood shop class, which he doubted.
Blindfold maneuvered himself though the building, clicking his tongue every few seconds to make sure he was in the right place. Blindfold had learned echolocation a few months into his blindness. It helped, but Blindfold wasn’t super good at it. Well, Blindfold wasn’t exactly blind, per se. His vision looked like constantly shifting TV static, as soon as he thought he saw something, it slipped away. Besides, the sheer amount of information in his New Sight was enough to simply incapacitate him from sensory overload. For this reason, he wore his Blindfold, which lessened the effects.
“Hello?” Blindfold called, hoping that someone was in here. “Anyone here?”
