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- See the invisible
- See in the dark
- Spot almost-invisible handholds and footholds
- Find purchase on thin air for just long enough to get to same
- Move so fast he leaves a blur
- Be precise enough with a knife to tickle someone through four layers of clothing
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Sticky: Abilities
Due to his scrying eye, Mr. Teatime can do the following:
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Sticky: Translations
Domestic Incident: What I dId On My SuMer VayKayShun
Enemy: ??? [This is probably untranslatable, since he claims to have no enemies but his base state is wanting to kill everyone.]
Friend: Currently useful person
Kindness: Being polite and cheerful
[Note: The words 'excessive,' 'extreme' and 'impossible' do not seem to exist in Mr. Teatime's mental vocabulary.]
Enemy: ??? [This is probably untranslatable, since he claims to have no enemies but his base state is wanting to kill everyone.]
Friend: Currently useful person
- Good friend: Someone I'm not allowed to kill
- Very good friend: Someone who gets my name right
Kindness: Being polite and cheerful
[Note: The words 'excessive,' 'extreme' and 'impossible' do not seem to exist in Mr. Teatime's mental vocabulary.]
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Voicemail
(Strangely childish and cheerful) "Yes? Why are you calling me?
"I hate these things."
"I hate these things."
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Childhood Fears
The others were still outside, staring at that unsettling gap in the sky. But Teatime was quite used to unsettling gaps--he had to be, with his glass eye and all--so he just shrugged and entered the house.
His childhood fears were waiting for him immediately. The protections on the place knew who was spearheading this little adventure, it seemed.
For a moment Teatime's eternal pleasantness became something that would have been unfamiliar to those that knew him had anyone known him well enough to realize it was unfamiliar. Then he sighed and shook his head.
"No, I'm afraid that won't work on me," he said. "I killed both of them long ago."
He stepped further into the house of the Tooth Fairy, letting his parents return to the shadows from whence they came.
His childhood fears were waiting for him immediately. The protections on the place knew who was spearheading this little adventure, it seemed.
For a moment Teatime's eternal pleasantness became something that would have been unfamiliar to those that knew him had anyone known him well enough to realize it was unfamiliar. Then he sighed and shook his head.
"No, I'm afraid that won't work on me," he said. "I killed both of them long ago."
He stepped further into the house of the Tooth Fairy, letting his parents return to the shadows from whence they came.
A Good Deed
It was a little girl, not a little boy, and the bleeding eye was the opposite of Teatime's own missing orb. But somewhere in that fireworks mind something went ping, and there was one less child abuser in the world before even Jonathan himself was aware of it.
A shame, really, that said ping set off another few dozen pings--why did no one stop it?--and before long only the two of them were alive in the whole house. Unfortunate maids and menservants had met with blades to the throat, the lord's wife had her belly cut open and soon Teatime was lighting the whole edifice on fire.
By the time anyone caught up with him he was showing his scrying eye to the half-blind child by the light of a burning mansion, and the creation of a new lunatic was well underway.
A shame, really, that said ping set off another few dozen pings--why did no one stop it?--and before long only the two of them were alive in the whole house. Unfortunate maids and menservants had met with blades to the throat, the lord's wife had her belly cut open and soon Teatime was lighting the whole edifice on fire.
By the time anyone caught up with him he was showing his scrying eye to the half-blind child by the light of a burning mansion, and the creation of a new lunatic was well underway.
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You think I should say goodbye to Mister Pratchett? I agree. *He waves.* Bye bye, Mister Terry! Have fun on the other side of the desert!