Liam seemed agreeable to the idea of hanging out again sometime down the road, which Jackson found himself really glad for. The hybrid boy didn’t really know too many people outside of Anathema, and he was delighted that he was beginning to change that. He was especially glad to have bumped into Liam here in the city today—the Cour des Miracles youth seemed like a lot of fun. The two new friends could likely get into a lot of adventures together. And of course, surprise races. What was better than that?
His companion seemed to have his own idea of what might have happened to the unfortunate little raccoon-turned-bird-food. An attack by a larger predator made more sense than Jackson’s explanation. But hey, who’s to say their suggestions had to be mutually exclusive? Maybe that was the manifestation of the city’s awesomeness? Alright, note to self. Be on the look out for lions and coyotes, he joked with a grin. As interesting as that would be to find out here, it would probably be for the best for that mystery to remain unsolved.
Jackson ducked down beneath the doorway as Liam had to get inside. That was one thing he wasn’t all that fond of when skulking around the old city; all the doorways were so damn short that the tall boy was always worried about smacking his head against one of them. Humans had to have been some tiny little things, though for as short as they apparently were, they had no trouble building up tall structures, as the city plainly demonstrated. Jackson drifted through the garbage-filled room, taking in the sight of the building. He made his way to one corner of the room where an old plastic table sat. He tapped it experimentally with his staff. The table wobbled slightly, as if one of the legs wasn’t the right length, but it held steady. He glanced over to Liam as he spoke and laughed at the sight of the rotting handle. Dang, time wasn’t all the kind to this place, huh?
He crouched down to get a better look at the wobbly table and caught sight of something stashed in the corner. Well, well, what do we have here? It looked like some kind of big metal box, rusting on one side but otherwise intact. The boy reached for it and dragged it out from underneath the table, grunting from the unexpected weight of it. Why was this thing so heavy? Blue eyes darted over to his friend. What d’ya think’s in it?