"My name is Storheil!" He beamed, laughing as though he had made some hilarious joke. "Although everyone else just calls me 'Roster', 'Smith', or 'Rail'." The second part of Storheil's response dumfounded him, as those other names, save for the last one, sounded nothing like his actual name. "I'm in charge of making shit, be that parts, pillows or people."
Storheil continued. "If ever you want or need something materiel, I am the man to ask! I've spent countless amounts of time making innumerable trinkets and doohickeys! 99% of the stuff I make doesn't even do anything! Take a look at this baby right here." He pulled something out of thin air. It was bright red and could fit in the palm of his hand. It looked to have three prongs protruding from it's center, which was circular and a fair bit wider than the prongs. However for some reason he could not immediately discern he felt that the prongs might be heavier than the center.
"Watch this!" he giggled excitedly as he held the gizmo in the center with his thumb and index finger, leaving enough space between the center and his palm for one of the prongs to fit. He then proceeded to flick one of the prongs with his middle and ring finger, making them spin around the center while it stayed pinched between his fingers, spinning in a way that mesmerized and was very pleasing to the eyes. "It gets better!" he continued giggling like a child that had just played a prank on his parents. Still mesmerized by the wizzing toy, he noticed it start to change color, from its previous red to a violet hue, followed by a green lustre and so on. He felt he could spend hours watching this funky little thing spin.
Storheil obviously wasn't finished however, as he continued to giggle. Suddenly, he noticed that the object was no longer in Storheil's hand, but floating. He wasn't exactly sure when Storheil had let go because he had been too enamored with the tri-prong's circular motion. He assumed Storheil had let go to let him get an unimpeded view of it. Suddenly, it started to get bigger, and as it did it no longer became mono-color. A veritable rainbow of colors slowly rolled across the spinning surface, slowly fading to grey, black and white. The black and white looked to re-arrange themselves into alternating stripes that spiraled out from the center. Needless to say that even without this effect, he was hypnotized with the first display of vibrant color he had seen since coming here, and although he may have been slightly disappointed with their disappearance, this new pattern was just as fascinating.
Slowly, the black and white lines straitened themselves, and slowly started to merge into a perfect gray, the absolute neutral point between black and white. This he found even more intriguing than the brilliant color show he had just born witness to. For some reason he found this distinct lack of anything more enjoyable than the presence of everything. His intrigue did not go unnoticed, and unbeknownst to him Storheil's giggling stopped at this point, a look of concern on his face as he noticed the way he was staring at it, almost the way one might stare at a lover. There was clearly something wrong about his reaction to this phase of the show, yet even with his immense knowledge and experience, and even knowing 'his' everything, he found himself unable to pinpoint what the issue was.
However, before he could come to a conclusion, the grey started to transform into a semi-reflective surface, molding the background colors into a slightly less chaotic pattern, even starting to reflect his own silhouette. Although it was still blurry, it was still becoming clearer, something he found intriguing, as he had even forgotten what he looked like. It was at this point that Storheil looked on in interest at his reaction, he enjoyed watching others learn new things, so now he wondered what it was like seeing someone see their own reflection for the first time. Of course, HE already knew what his face looked like, after all, who didn't?
Slowly but surely, the reflection started to become cleaner and clearer. He could finally make out his arms, body, and legs, but the discoloration from the background still made it impossible for him to determine how his face looked or what his own eye color was. But he had patience, which somewhat surprised him inside considering what he had been through up to this point.
Yet just as he felt he was about to see himself, the spinning mirror shattered, and a feminine voice rand out in rage.
"STORHEIL YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! IS THAT HEAD ON YOUR SHOULDERS FULL OF SHIT?!?"