The camera's eye view he caught seems to have been mostly about people with spray paint. Interesting. Surely there's some meaning to that, right?
Frederick wanders about after dark, attempting to find these rogue eye-painters. He pauses in front of one of their works, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Are you going to blink for me, mister eye?" he asks it, though of course he doesn't expect an answer.
II. Thicker Than Water
Frederick peers out the window of the small submarine space he's somehow appeared in. It feels very cramped in here, especially for someone who is, beneath the illusion of the small old man, actually rather bigger than most people, and he would very much like to get some kind of idea of how to get out of here.
"Oh my," he says to his erstwhile companion, his voice very faintly accented, something out of Scotland or Wales. "Have you looked out here? It's rather, er, red. And I don't that's window tinting."
III. Research
Comfortably settling in at his new job in the ADI library, Frederick bustles about, putting away books, looking up books, scanning things for the digital version of the library (what an idea that is!). Since this is within the ADI's sphere of influence, he is, unfortunately, in his true form: a tall skeleton of both deer and human parts, wrapped here and there in deer hide, held together with twine and wire, and with stones dangling within and from his otherwise empty ribcage that rattle when he moves.
That's also how he talks, so he keeps one of the computers up with a word processing program open, so he can communicate with visitors.
Most of his free time here, however, is spent searching through the books and, more ponderously, through online databases for information on that submarine vision he was trapped in, and a red sea. Or lake. Or something of the sort. Also, the giant serpent thing, because he's pretty sure they're related.
Frederick Cotgrave | The Twisted Ones | OTA
The camera's eye view he caught seems to have been mostly about people with spray paint. Interesting. Surely there's some meaning to that, right?
Frederick wanders about after dark, attempting to find these rogue eye-painters. He pauses in front of one of their works, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Are you going to blink for me, mister eye?" he asks it, though of course he doesn't expect an answer.
II. Thicker Than Water
Frederick peers out the window of the small submarine space he's somehow appeared in. It feels very cramped in here, especially for someone who is, beneath the illusion of the small old man, actually rather bigger than most people, and he would very much like to get some kind of idea of how to get out of here.
"Oh my," he says to his erstwhile companion, his voice very faintly accented, something out of Scotland or Wales. "Have you looked out here? It's rather, er, red. And I don't that's window tinting."
III. Research
Comfortably settling in at his new job in the ADI library, Frederick bustles about, putting away books, looking up books, scanning things for the digital version of the library (what an idea that is!). Since this is within the ADI's sphere of influence, he is, unfortunately, in his true form: a tall skeleton of both deer and human parts, wrapped here and there in deer hide, held together with twine and wire, and with stones dangling within and from his otherwise empty ribcage that rattle when he moves.
That's also how he talks, so he keeps one of the computers up with a word processing program open, so he can communicate with visitors.
Most of his free time here, however, is spent searching through the books and, more ponderously, through online databases for information on that submarine vision he was trapped in, and a red sea. Or lake. Or something of the sort. Also, the giant serpent thing, because he's pretty sure they're related.