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Post by Nonesense on Jan 9, 2013 2:23:25 GMT -5
 Zunnah proceeds sitting behind a rock and scribbling on the sand. He looks rather proud of one scribble, a hopbeast holding a balloon of some sort. ... It needed more colour though. ... ... He investigated the pocket he had sewn on his pants and managed to find one red marker. Huh. Needless to say he decided to try if it would work on his sand scribble. It obviously didn't, but that didn't stop him from trying it multiple times. |
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Post by Recluse_Spider on Jan 10, 2013 0:02:46 GMT -5
 Annnd he still hasn't noticed Zunnah seeing as the troll is propped up behind a rock. Kicking up sand and hands in his pockets. Looking out to the sea and sighing. He hasn't been making glass like he used to. This is saddening! And he still is in dire need to replace a few of his broken subjects in his special collection back at his hive. Lack of motivation really. |
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Post by Nonesense on Jan 10, 2013 2:38:39 GMT -5
... Aw man, his marker is all clogged up by grains of sand. Zunnah tries wiping it on the rock behind him. It seems the poor marker is at the end of it's life. The brownblood frowned at this. That was his second dead marker! How was he going to live without blue and red!? Slightly saddened he decided to dig a hole and bury this marker there. It was quite obvious he was digging behind the rock, sand occasionally getting thrown over the rock. |
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Post by Recluse_Spider on Jan 10, 2013 21:24:16 GMT -5
Huh, that was interesting! Out of nowhere all this sand is getting flung his way! It doesn't take Zeraki long before he's running over and investigating this odd occurrence. Sneaking around the large rock shielding the culprit of this sand tossing crime! Springing out and spooking the poor troll that's trying to doodle in the sand! |
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Post by Nonesense on Jan 11, 2013 5:03:16 GMT -5
 ...dig...dig..dig...dig... dig- Holy moobeast sudden troll! Bwaaaaaah!Zeraki succeeded in giving his matesprit a near heart-attack. Not like that's too hard to achieve. Now Zunnah is reduced to a panicking small ball of panicking troll. Apparently his first reaction was to curl up in to a ball like a hedgehog of some sort. It would have been much more clever to actually check who approached him, but that didn't really dawn on him. |
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Post by Recluse_Spider on Jan 11, 2013 21:48:28 GMT -5
Zeraki nearly jumps out of his skin when he scares the unsuspecting troll. Screeching out a similarly distressed sound but coming down from it quickly enough. Blinking and realizing quickly this it was in fact his matesprit he had spooked! His smile faltering a bit he rushed to his side and scooped the little brown blood in his arms. Heeey! I didn't m3an to scar3 you! It's ok, it's only m333! |
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Post by Nonesense on Jan 12, 2013 9:41:56 GMT -5
 ... Well this is awkward. Turns out it was just Zeraki, not some angry seadweller or something. Thankfully he realized this before getting picked up. Squirming, crying and screaming for dear life isn't exactly for to greet ones matesprit, after all. O-oh.. I-I.. u-uh.. d-d-didn't.. r-r-realishe i-it w-w-wash y-y-you a-a-at.. f-firsht. I-I w-w-wash j-j-jusht.. d-d-drawing..His scribbles were still visible in the sand. A bunch of different animals.... mostly hopbeasts. |
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Post by Recluse_Spider on Jan 15, 2013 20:50:34 GMT -5
Zeraki snuggled the silly little brown blood. Resting his chin atop of his head while he looked over the artwork Zunnah left in the sand. It's alright! I think w3 scar3d 3achoth3r! N3xt tim3 I'll b333 mor3 car3ful! Also, you hav3 som3 r3al tal3nt with sand doodl3s! But how about w3 build all your littl3 buddi3s a castl3 too? |
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Post by Nonesense on Jan 17, 2013 2:42:16 GMT -5
 I-I'm n-n-not t-t-that g-g-good a-a-at.. d-d-drawing o-or shand d-d-doodlesh... b-b-but t-t-thanksh. The idea of a castle seemed to baffle Zunnah a bit. Wouldn't building a castle take forever? He wasn't thinking it was possible to.. you know.. build a miniature castle and not a life sized one. W-w-wouldn't i-i-it t-t-take l-loooooong t-t-to b-b-build a c-c-cashtle? |
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Post by Recluse_Spider on Jan 19, 2013 23:18:43 GMT -5
Zeraki chuckled and ruffled his matesprits hair. Sometimes it was difficult to tell just what was going on inside the little brown bloods thinkpan.
Just on3 big 3nough to fit all your mast3rpi3c3s insid3!
The blue blood motions for Zunnah to follow his lead as he smoothes out a nice area to begin construction on his master castle! Now they just needed something to carry water and help shape the towers.
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Post by Nonesense on Jan 20, 2013 11:32:09 GMT -5
Hmmmmm... Zunnah spends a while pondering how Zeraki plans to make a castle out of sand. Well, dry sand. He didn't see anything usable to somehow make wet sand. Unless of course he had to like.. drool and thus make the sand wet! But that was a bit gross... Thankfully he ditched the idea and turned to look at Zeraki. H-h-how a-a-are w-w-we g-g-going t-t-to m-make i-it? I m-m-mean w-w-we h-have shand. W-w-way t-t-too m-much shand... p-p-perhapsh e-e-enough shand t-t-to m-make a d-d-deshert...Zunnah stared at the ground, looking so serious it was nearly hilarious. b-b-b-but w-w-we d-d-don't h-have a-a-any w-w-water.Except.. you know.. the sea... |
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Post by Recluse_Spider on Jan 21, 2013 23:44:44 GMT -5
Zeraki frowns, looking at the sand and then just realizing the problem they were facing. Well he really wasn't expecting to build any sand castles so he really doesn't have the usual tools to do such a thing. Hmmm. Rummaging though his current inventory he does have a few glass jars but still. L3t's mov3 this party clos3r to the wat3r, what do you say?Already taking Zunnah's hand and trying to lead him closer to the shore. |
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Post by Nonesense on Jan 22, 2013 11:55:37 GMT -5
It was a party now? But where were the balloons... and more importantly, where was the cake. He didn't mind the lack of presents, but the lack of cake was nearly enough to cause him emotional pain. W-when d-d-did thish b-b-become a p-party? W-w-will t-t-there b-b-be c-c-cake?He followed Zeraki closer to the water, still smiling. |
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Post by Recluse_Spider on Jan 23, 2013 17:15:32 GMT -5
W3ll, 3v3rything can b3 mad3 into a party! But sadly I don't hav3 any cak3 but I do hav3 party hats!Why would he even have party hats? Who knows. But what Zeraki does know is he's come close enough to the water's edge. Letting go of Zunnah's hand while he assessed the sand's condition. Yes, it looked wet enough. Consistency was right. Not too messy. Plopping himself down he quickly retrieved the said hats and gave one to the brown blood while putting one on. Getting to work on scooping up a few handfuls of sand to begin construction of his sandy utopia!
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Post by Nonesense on Jan 26, 2013 3:48:24 GMT -5
No cake huh? That was indeed a negative thing, but maybe he could deal with it for now. Getting to spend time with his matesprit was worth more to him than cake. Once Zeraki handed him the hat he put it on his head. This most likely looked incredibly silly to any passerbys. Not that Zunnah cared. He followed Zerakis example and picked up a handful of wet sand. So smooth and a nice colour too. L-looksh n-nearly e-e-edible... n-n-not t-t-that I-I'd e-e-eat shand t-t-that i-ish.The brownblood had already tried that back when he was a wriggler. |
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Post by Recluse_Spider on Jan 30, 2013 0:10:33 GMT -5
Zeraki was making great time with building himself one of the many towers he planned on creating as main points of defense of his soon to be sand kingdom. Looking at Zunnah curiously with a slight quirk of his head and smile. Good! B3caus3 who knows how many trolls hav3 walked on it! And cr333py crawly things scurri3d across it! But if you'r3 hungry I hav3 som3 chocolat3 bars!Dusting his hands off on his pants he retrieved the said item in exchange for one of his many crystal vials. |
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Post by captainlhurgoyf on Feb 13, 2013 14:38:18 GMT -5
 Morpia decides to crawl out of whatever hole she was in to check out the scenery from here. She blunders down the beach, teetering back and forth and possibly bumping into Reilly and/or Taneph if they're still around. |
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Post by Gorsgan on Sept 5, 2014 18:57:13 GMT -5
I've been introducing newcomers that are coming into my brain so here's another.
A seadweller comes to the waters edge. He has a certain displeasure shown grandly on his face as though he wants the whole world to know he is not satisfied.
Come to Hastur city they psaid, it'll be fun they psaid. Bepsydes the Colosseum I psee nothing of pslight interest here. Even then, the Colosseum battles are pso boring. I placed bets on the individual who had blue blood and that match was pso horrifically one-psided I walked out the in the middle of the match. I'll let them keep my bet as a tip, they need money to improve the place anyways.
Mr. Psyloc, "psyed." Yes, there is a very distinct difference between "sigh" and "psy." You see it's quite simple, Mr. Psyloc psys, everyone else sighs. Brilliant I know, he thinks so too.
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Post by Deschia on Sept 7, 2014 3:33:05 GMT -5
 An irregular shine glimmers now and then over the horizon as the metallic form of Theoma Cassim trudges across the beach. He has developed a bit of a limp from wearing out the knee joint in one leg and his leather pants are badly worn. He does not know where he is or where he's going, but by golly, he's gonna get there one way or another! |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2014 4:16:15 GMT -5
 And here we have a shiny new sprite of Chever, relaxing on the beach casually dressed in a singlet, speedos and some goggles... real sporting, Chever. He appears to be reading a book as he lays on his belly across a violet towel. A small, waterproof radio sits next to a cooler beside him, blaring out some hard core techno music. |
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Post by Deschia on Sept 7, 2014 5:04:04 GMT -5
The familiar sound of electronic instruments can be heard somewhere on the shoreline. The source slowly begins to draw nearer as Theo stumps along. He surveys the area and spots a troll on the sand with what appears to be a radio. He approaches hailing distance and hangs back, listening to the music. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2014 5:11:13 GMT -5
Unaware of the metal troll not to far from him, he begins to bop his head in time with the beat, casually turning the page in his book and diving his hand into a bag of open chips right beside him, throwing a handful into his mouth. hmmmm... hmmmm.... achually.... 1 l1che tthe 0tther becher...He mumbled to himself with a mouth full of chips as he reaches over to the radio, pressing a button to skip to a more psychedelic techno song. |
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Post by Deschia on Sept 7, 2014 7:10:13 GMT -5
Interest piqued, Theo halves the distance and retrieves a portable synthesizer from his sylladex. He listens for a moment and begins adding a subtle background beat to the song coming from Chever's radio. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2014 7:22:15 GMT -5
Chever continues listening to the radio, before finally noticing the different beat that seems to be playing in a different direction of the stereo. 1 d0ntt remember tth1ss ss0ng ss0und1ng ss0 g00d.... and real... He sits up a bit, propping himself up by his elbows and begins looking around, spotting a metal figure. huh? ...h-hey!A little reluctantly, he sticks his hand into the air and waves a bit to catch the figure's attention |
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Post by Deschia on Sept 7, 2014 8:13:39 GMT -5
Utterly nonplussed, Theo continues playing as he approaches Chever. His limp is a little more pronounced as he maintains optimum posture for performing. " Hail, Sir." |
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