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Impressions (13) : Destiny City is always getting torn up, so it’s also always in a constant state of repair. There have been signs warning about wet cement for blocks, so you just need to be mindful where you’re stepping. Someone else wasn’t, judging by the footprints that–wait, just appeared? There’s no one else around, but there are clear markings of someone having just passed through here. And, stranger, it’s not just foot prints that might manifest–it’s hand prints. Even a face print. If you stare into the wet cement, sometimes you can even see them appear. But it leads to a striking revelation–someone didn’t step in the cement. Someone’s trying to push out of it. Sometimes the cement bubbles, like something might almost be pushing through, but even if you scrape the cement away, there’s nothing beneath it. After the cement dries, the strange imprints are still there. And so, the process begins again.
Cyrus had decided to go out and do a little shopping. Nothing very intense, mostly browsing and enjoying being out of the house. The crisp air felt lovely against his skin, and he shivered with delight at the chill. He'd already gone through one winter on Earth, but it was still a marvel, a wonder, that winter came at all. The sweet, chilly autumn giving way to snow was his favorite time of year, now. Back home, before the disease had rotted away everyone's brains, before the planet turned to an endless scorching hot summer, the natural summers had been his favorite season. After everything had changed... He would never take the chill for granted again. Living here delighted him.
After puttering around town for a while, he finally purchased some cookies from a local little place and began to make his way home with them. The baker had used black dye for the cookies and spread orange icing on them, adding little black and purple bat shaped sprinkles for good measure. He was also pretty sure that the cookies weren't just plain sugar cookies, but chocolate chip, as well. Perhaps that was too much sugar for some people, but for Cyrus and his sweet tooth? Oh, this was perfect.
He sighed as he realized he'd have to pass through a construction area on his way home and carefully walked in the gutter, alert for any cars passing through. The sidewalk was under construction this time; blocks of wet cement—hang on.
He peered at the wet sidewalk, absolutely sure a hand print had just appeared out of nowhere. The longer he looked, the more he convinced himself he was just seeing things.
Then the face appeared, and Cyrus jumped a little in surprise. Glancing around, and, seeing no one, he became Amateru in a flash and shoved his precious cookies into subspace before tearing down the DO NOT CROSS lines and scraping frantically at the wet cement, clawing it away, trying to save the life of the person that had somehow been paved over. The more he dug into it, though, the closer he simply got to the hash marked street concrete underneath, until he finally just hit bottom.
Bewildered, he looked up and down the sidewalk. No other prints had appeared, and the only evidence he now had of anything strange was his own self covered in quickly drying and flaking concrete.
What in the world was that? he thought to himself, scraping as much of the gunk from himself as he could. There was no salvaging the sidewalk now, and he felt miserably embarrassed at ruining the construction project. Now the city would have to pay for it to be re-fixed. He felt like a giant moron.
Sighing, he stood back up and checked around him again. At least there was still nobody around. He pulled his cookies back from subspace and became just Cyrus again. What an odd day... The embarrassment almost had him not wanting to eat his cookies when he got home, but the temptation proved too great, anyway.
At least they were delicious.
