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Post by John Egbert on Jan 6, 2013 19:57:36 GMT -5
PCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooo...
BONK. John stirred, scrunching his nose. Ugh, just a few more minutes...wait. What was he doing asleep? He needed to wail on Davesprite for being such an ass! John opened his eyes, expecting to see the darkened skies from his shrunken house on his shrunken planet, with Davesprite's ironic but infuriating orange face staring down at him like some kind of creeper. Which he was! Just thinking about him got his blood pumping, so much so that he nearly forgot about this curious predicament of location displacement. Just where was he, anyway? This was certainly not LOWAS, and definitely not LOHAC. He sat up, looking around. Grass. Lots of grass. Just perfect. He supposed this scenery was supposed to be calming but he didn't feel any more calm. He needs someone to talk to right now...oh! He has Casey! That rambunctious girl, hiding away in his wallet. Taking after her father, most likely.
John flipped out the WALLET MODUS, the brown cards appearing in the air as he flipped through them, stopping on the single card that contained his beloved daughter. He put the wallet afterward, the small yellow critter bouncing out of the card, either very happy or very stupid. Probably the latter, but John would never think that himself. It rapidly danced in one place, blowing a bubble from its mouth.
"alright casey girl there's a lot of stuff going down now i guess. i mean i don't want to make you listen to anything you don't wanna listen to but i gotta talk you know? i just dont think jade is being reasonable with me. really. what's even her problem?"
Casey suddenly stopped moving, shutting its mouth. It stared into Johns eyes with its own beautiful, brown pair. It wasn't just staring at him. It was staring into his soul. It was connecting with him, John could feel it. Casey was opening her gates and letting John inside, and the two were bonding on the spiritual level, John sitting there and staring into Casey's eyes with a burning passion. There was silence, they didn't need to speak, for their hearts were entwined in the most imaginative-
THIS.
IS.
STUPID.
It was time to get down to business. John stood up, his extra long hood flowing in the chilling breeze, but it didn't affect him much. He just didn't truly care about the cold, he was more focused on there he was right now, because seriously, this was strange. Unless this is the new session...? It was possible, he guessed, that Jade just got her ass in gear and made the ship more faster, like he told her to. Seriously, when was she gonna learn that light speed is like, not really that fast? But even then it seems kind of odd for a journey that was supposed to take three years end in, what, two? He didn't even know, he hadn't been paying attention to time very much.
"where should we go?"
Casey was starting to get very cold, visibly shivering (or maybe having a small seizure? John'll be honest, he really knew nothing when it came to that stuff.), there was no way the salamander was used to a cold climate. Maybe a cool one, but not a cold one. John felt kinda bad now. He wasn't being a good father to Casey. He put her back in her captchalogue card where he hoped she would be nice and cozy-warm, and looking on ahead. He adjusted his glasses, and started walking. |
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Post by Kidagakash "Kida" Nedakh on Jan 6, 2013 20:30:31 GMT -5
She appeared randomly in a place she has never seen before, the first thing that caught her attention was the green stuff below her feet. What was this? She pet it gently, so soft, nothing like the sand... Nothing at all like the sand she had grown used to. She just a had a few moments, a few moments to enjoy this. This thing. The air felt very cool against her sun tanned dark skin, the sun held high above, shining with such greatness, she never knew existed. She was told by her Master Frieza to scout ahead, mostly to help choose a place that was suitable for him to claim as his own.
Just a problem, she knew so little, she thought she knew so much. She grew in the sands, all she knew were the sands. This place was nothing but proof it was better on the other-side. It had taken her a moment, till she noticed a figure across from her. He obviously hadn't noticed her appearing here, such powers Master had.
The figure started heading in a direction opposite from hers, he wore a color that reminded her of her... Her.. her of what? She could not recall. She decided she'll scout ahead by following this figure, what better way than to observe the people living there? She wondered if he was a magician of sorts, could he control water and sands? Create things out of nothing?
She used the tall brown things for coverage,she was talented jumping from branch to branch. This was just like climbing the buildings in the sandy desert, step here, hand there, jump from here to there. If the tall brown things had openings and cloth lines, she would have believed them to be homes.
If you were to peer at her you would notice a small white dress, with a cloth tearing decoration, and a minor dagger at her side. You would notice the light brown hair, bathed in the sun, followed by a light brown mocha skin. If you were to look extremely close, you would see the scars from her past slavery life. The dark red, where the shackles rubbed her ankles. The cuts, that were from constant whippings. The most notable thing, was the large scar across her back, only partially covered up by the dress she wore, a scar that was from betraying her Master. A scar made by her attempt to escape and kill him. Her crystal, her inheritance, of her long lost kingdom, was hidden inside the cloth, underneath her dagger.
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