<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:WtHQM-William1.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: William Wake<br/><strong>Who:</strong>The World<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Maintenance Closet<br/><strong>When:</strong>The Eternal Now<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White T-Shirt and Jeans<br/><hr/><br/>When William discovered the gesture of his concealing luck, he did not know the irony involved.  Crossing his arms over his chest in an 'x' fashion, suddenly the closet door to the maintenance closet that he hadn't noticed was there opened up.  As fate would have it, no one was looking as he did, and he closed the world behind him.  Standing on a bucket, he closed his eyes and slowly began to hum and then sing louder and louder helping the voice on the other side, dropping his wards so that the music could embrace and surround him like the ever present warm blanket that helped keep things together.  He didn't know what was threatening them all, but he did know that right now the fate of the world, and everyone in it depended on his heart surging and every electric molecule of his being resonating with the creation of all things.<br/><br/>A part of him felt ridiculous doing this, but for a brief moment he could be himself, be who he really was before the world went upside down and left his mind in a continual flickering fury of battle plans, tactical overlays and visions of the world that let him know in no uncertain terms was he a human being.  He looked like it, but he was just as alien as the monsters that plagued this place, but it was his HOME, and it was the only one he had ever known. He served it, with his entire being and all those in it, even the idiots who didn't deserve it; ESPECIALLY the idiots who didn't deserve it, because who were they to come HERE...to his home?<br/><br/>He briefly felt its pain, washing over him in cascading unimaginable waves, taking it in and sharing it, but held on, focused his endurance and his towering will to sooth, to embrace the zen of the one hand clapping, the sound of silence, the darkness that was the setting of a glorious moon over the stars.  Even when filled with monstrous fury, did sing and glorious nature's wonder show him in the mountainous peaks of the Tetons as he fled Yellowstone so long ago.  He saw it even in the featureless gluck of rolling hills in Wyoming as he moved ever south back toward civilization.<br/><br/>It was his and he was its friend and it was all going to be OK but it had to be STRONG! And William could help the world do that.