3:42. That was what time jikan's watch told him it was. Had he simply looked around him four other clocks could have told him the same thing. He didn't pay them any mind as he hurried by disregarding everything he passed. Him mind was fixated on the fact that he was running late to deliver his package. Running late in the city of Shicai was unadvisable to anyone no matter their status. Shicai was an avid city always moving forward. Perhaps that's why the whole city had an unhealthy obsession with time and punctuality. Jikan made a sharp turn into a dark alley, nearly cutting himself on the protruding bronze gear, that probably operated a door of some such, after all Shicai wasn't just a city of time It was also a city of machinery. Jikan clutched the small copper box close to his chest. it contained force crystals prescious stones used to make golems and other live machinery. One crystal cost more than his like every would. The seal on his neck made sure of that.
"Where have you been kid?" A gruff voice grained against jikan's ears.
"I have your package" jikan tried to avoid the question hoping that Kibis wouldnt look at the clock on the wall and realized he was 10 whole minutes late. Of course Kibis noticed though, he always did. As such jikan found himself dangling in the air held up by Kibis by his throat. Jikan was a rather frail thing only about 5'7 on top of being malnourished. Such was the life of a ensealed person though. Kibis as his master had every right to punish him how he saw fit. Dark locks fell over darker eyes jikan was losing air fast. At last Kibis threw him to the ground.
"Yer luck I'm sellin' you today boy. Can't damage you too much now can I aye" Kibis huffed before spitting in jikan's face. With one sentence his whole world came crashing down.
Sold? He couldn't go through that especially since chances were that he'd end up with someone worse than Kibis. Taking into account the sort of company Kibis kept is was sure to be a stubby corrupted merchant of some kind. Jikan went about the rest of his daily task with his mind wandering It wasn't that he minded being separated from Kibis he hated Kibis just about as much as any ensealed would hate their master. No what he was probably going to leave sleep over was who came after Kibis. He'd served Kibis for 15 out of his 22 years of life he knew his moods and how to deal with him. He'd long since memorized his schedule. Now he was going to be sold off to another person who'd no doubt be worse than Kibis. Jikan had lived through worse than Kibis. He did not want to go back. 6:24. His watch ticked away the time.hed had the bronze thing for as long as he could remember. Not that he really needs it,with his internal clock. 6:30 marked down time so he crept through the abandoned refinery that served as Kibis base to his room. In reality it was less of a room and more of a cell. Kibis reasoning was that a machine like jikan didn't need the comforts a real person needed. Not that he was completely wrong jikan being what youd call a synthetic didn't need to sleep or eat he simply needed force. His vision blinked purple a indicator to his low force levels. Jikan consumed a few force crystals until his vision cleared .
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5:51 am.