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After Put me on a dollar cause I’m who they trust in.
Luca=Luke (Luca was what he was called when younger)
Mike/Michelle/VanderLinden/Meckil are all the same person.
Akatil Yixox teaches tinkering and "unutu," worked objects (artifacts?) at Addergoole.
It was just too tempting. Mike left the 3-clover bill on his desk for a week, turning it over and over.
Regine refused to acknowledge that Cloverleaf or Doomsday Academy were anything but the pitiful games of angry children; when DJ had suggested trading with them for goods, the Director had actually thrown the Procurer (and the school's buying agent; DJ was good at the job) out of her office.
But the currency sitting on Mike's desk spoke far more loudly than Regine's chill, snipped answers. It was well-done, for one, with at least three Workings embedded it in. Akatil Yixox had raised both eyebrows, and then said, with some consternation, "this is not the work of my Students. But it's not the work of yours either, is it?"
It was a good question, and not one Luca had been thinking of, clearly. Luca, bless the bird-brain's heart, had been too busy flailing his hands and wondering how the children grew up so big.
Considering his wife was the daughter of one of those children, Mike thought perhaps Luca needed to think out his reactions a little bit better. Then again, Luca had a bit of a thing for those far too young for him.
That was far, far beside the point, maddening as it was. The point was, the currency was fascinating. Having a bill with one's own face on it was absolutely delicious. And having a fifty with Luca's face on it... Mike slept with that bill under his pillow, but only when he slept alone.
He had to do it. He had to see this city.
Luca=Luke (Luca was what he was called when younger)
Mike/Michelle/VanderLinden/Meckil are all the same person.
Akatil Yixox teaches tinkering and "unutu," worked objects (artifacts?) at Addergoole.
It was just too tempting. Mike left the 3-clover bill on his desk for a week, turning it over and over.
Regine refused to acknowledge that Cloverleaf or Doomsday Academy were anything but the pitiful games of angry children; when DJ had suggested trading with them for goods, the Director had actually thrown the Procurer (and the school's buying agent; DJ was good at the job) out of her office.
But the currency sitting on Mike's desk spoke far more loudly than Regine's chill, snipped answers. It was well-done, for one, with at least three Workings embedded it in. Akatil Yixox had raised both eyebrows, and then said, with some consternation, "this is not the work of my Students. But it's not the work of yours either, is it?"
It was a good question, and not one Luca had been thinking of, clearly. Luca, bless the bird-brain's heart, had been too busy flailing his hands and wondering how the children grew up so big.
Considering his wife was the daughter of one of those children, Mike thought perhaps Luca needed to think out his reactions a little bit better. Then again, Luca had a bit of a thing for those far too young for him.
That was far, far beside the point, maddening as it was. The point was, the currency was fascinating. Having a bill with one's own face on it was absolutely delicious. And having a fifty with Luca's face on it... Mike slept with that bill under his pillow, but only when he slept alone.
He had to do it. He had to see this city.
