A man whose features ran somewhere between young and old sat on the raised wall of the bridge that overlooked the Kershek River, on the meandering outskirts of the city of Kedaldown. He held a long wooden fishing pole with a mechanical reel out in front of him, with its lure was spinning slowly in the current of the river almost thirty below him. To the casual observer, it might have seemed that he were just another fisherman, patiently waiting for his catch. There were no casual observers, though, for this man was nearly impossible to notice. Even if one were to look straight at him, they would not see him, and find their attention wandering.

It was likely fortunate that this person was nearly impossible not to ignore, for his manner of garb could be deeply disturbing to any who looked upon it directly. He wore a strange piece of armor that covered his shirt stared out at the occasional passersby; it was alive and it had a face with a perpetual grin filled with fangs on the back of the man's right shoulder, and there were syringes holstered into a harness on his legs as if they were merely knives or something even more mundane.

Slowly spinning, the bright silver lure flopped one way, then the other, catching light along its body and making it flash through the water. A fish swam up beside it, then decided better at the last moment, although the man on the bridge did not seem to mind. He only stared into the depths of the river, his mind lost and wandering.

Not knowing how long he'd been looking into the water, the man saw something swoop in from the sky and stop before his lure, not touching the water. There was a stern wind blowing under there, and it gave the illusion of this creature hovering. It was a bird -- no, a bat. Wait, no. It was too big to be either and Omentus Anima slowly rose from the infinite spiral of thoughts that kept him from interacting with the real world, trying to place his finger on exactly what had become so interested in his fishing lure.

There was a tiny bolt that jumped from the thing's paw and into the water, a stream of sustained electricity. Suddenly, Omentus was brought out of his haze, more aware now than he had been in days. His eyes sharpened on the creature hovering over his lure, examining and assessing it in fractions of a second. It was a gargoyle cub. A gargoyle with copper scales and power over electricity.

His face broke out into a grin; he'd just caught something far more interesting, far more useful, than any fish. He'd just caught a way to stabilize his nervous grafts. Setting the reel on his fishing rod with the flick of a finger, Omentus jerked the triple hook by the lure up out of the water, trying to snag the gargoyle by the mouth or the skin of its face as he hopped off the wall and onto the bridge. It might be a hell of a fight, but it was worth it for landing this catch!

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Blah blah you're all doomed. Oh, such tasty noodles!

Tierra Nena, Aevukepe, Omentus Anima