Came from Chao Bao Zi
Entry # 00006
Sorce tilted his head as he came to the bridge, listening intently. He could almost swear he'd heard footsteps.
Running footsteps. When you realized how many things there were to run away from in this crazy town, you took any cue to do the same seriously.
Opening the plastic case, exactly like those used by art's majors to hold thier papers, Sorce drew out his staff. He was particularly proud of it, having built it himself as his first serious magitech project. It was deep black, with a big, heavy, bulbous head especially suited for hitting things with. He'd have added a scythe blade, but he couldn't figure out how to fold it in aesthetically.
Hefting it to reassure himself of it's familiar weight, Sorce tucked in the plastic tube into his hammerspace pouch and proceeded toward's the library entrance...
[Exit to library island entrance]