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==The Puppeteer== After having his breakdown and invariably rendering his former home unlivable, Edmund Leach, or The Puppeteer as he had taken to calling himself, seeing that his abilities revolved around inanimate matter, began to search for a place where he could freely use and abuse any material he got his hands on. He found himself living day to day on the streets of Hyperion City, feeding off of snacks from vending machines that he had animated and painstakingly convinced to dispense food for him. He tried animating vehicles but they were too much strain on his mind, they tired him out too fast. Though a stroke of good luck soon found him, because through his wanderings he found Rusty Towers. His eyes nearly fell out of his head as he wandered around the dilapidated warehouses and run down buildings. Wandering further, he found his current home, Rusty Towers' biggest junkyard, or as Edmund now calls it, the Boneyard. ... The Puppeteer sat in his tetanus-inducing new home, listening to the creak of the discarded pieces of metal as they shifted under each others weight and fell from their perches at the peak of the junk piles. It was like they were speaking to him, calling out to be used. "They will all be under my employ soon enough," he mused as he grabbed a dirt and grime-covered toaster from the ground and tucked it under his arm, "But for now we needed to familiarise ourselves with our surroundings." He laughed shakily while brushing off his new friend, slowly advancing towards the prison, which sounded to be alight with activity. The Puppeteer moseyed through the streets of Rusty Towers, drawing odd looks from all around as he hunched over and continued to whisper and clean his newfound toaster friend. Glancing up from this pal, aptly named 'Toasty', he began to take in his surroundings and familiarise himself. Looking at stores, glaring at people who gave him judging looks and trying to memorise the general street layout. After a while though, he began to become sick walking, and of the judging eyes all around him. He just wanted to go back to his junkyard, he wanted to go back to The Boneyard. He closed his eyes and felt as though his body was being pulled through an oncoming torrent of water, he began to panic. 'Did a water main burst?! Did I fall into the sewer?!' Though when he opened his eyes, he found himself back in his junkyard, exactly where he started. Though he was a little bit spooked, a small smile crept onto his face as he stroked Toasty again and walked deeper into the junkyard.
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