“Ever since I got here you’ve been the most stuck-up, smug, full-of-yourself bitch I have ever met in my life, and you’re just a KID. Everyone here is busting their ass trying to escape and you’re grilling my best friend over his decision to die or maybe not die? Get the hell out of my room.”
{I met you five minutes ago and you’re already one of my favorite people. Name again?}
“...Around a week. Maybe a bit more.”
Edited by Randomman5 on Nov 18th 2018 at 12:29:43 PM
-108 rappels up the wall easily, and he can get a good vantage point of the area from his high location-
-he could zipline from a rope down towards the tent, but he sees he could also take a slow and steady path around a perimeter of fences to get to the tent without much hassle-
Ahhh, ju tenuis la avocerron conte monde 'la Roland'!
Jajaja, l'monde est— c'est comon?
-the two guards look towards the barrel-
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOIDesert World (108)
-He weighs his options, and chooses the one that he deems safest.-
-He chooses the path along the fences. He's fast and small, so he should be able to easily duck out of sight and get to the tent fairly quickly.-
-He gets straight to that, especially while some of the guards are staring at Akebono's barrel.-
......Est baril!
-the two men share a hearty big belly laugh and go back to talking about, i don't know, beer-
-108 is able to deftly sneak to the tent-
-it seems like the guards posted here are only a token force watching the perimeter while the real military is marching off to battle, like you saw earlier-
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI(Mac
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◊s that whole doc, annotating notes and observations and any other science inspiration that comes to mind on a separate sheet of paper b/c she does not want to dirty this immaculate, beautiful information with her (heh!) chicken-scratch.)
(After making herself an entire pot of double-strength black tea, she pulls the most wicked, gruesomely driven all-nighter on her machine-in-progress, slapping upon it the wildest shit she could dig from Junk-Rat's beloved piles and anything Aria and Morph Moth were willing to part with. Many trips are made to Ovi's computer for the purpose of rigging up simulations and particle-wave models. Many more are made to the restroom after all the tea.)
(Cross-referencing Akane's veritable metaphysics bible with the purloined notes of one Dr. Gordon Freeman who MUST have been Scottish! he had to have been... , she calibrates this hulking, DIY beast of scrap just so, even sawing a big hole in the roof above it to make room for the towering antenna.)
(After rigging it all up, spending at least two hours extending the now massive, 10-foot antenna high above the roof and cobbling bit after bit after bit of metal onto it...)
...hhhhhh...
(She shimmies down her own firstborn, back into her room... nuzzling it lovingly with her beak...)
(takes a breath... channels the strength into her trembling, exhausted wing...)
...HRK!
(and PULLS the engine's pull-cord with all her strength, setting the deafening, diesel-hybrid motor to life and beginning the yet-more-cacophonous vibration of thousands of little metal ball bearings and a few of Roger's marbles in a massive, cylindrical chamber, inciting them to flow and bounce in a wavelike oscillation.)
(Which is broadcast through the hulking antenna in powerful pulses of scientifically questionable fuck-knows-what, gently massaging time and space itself and rippling the air, ionizing and reforming trace little bits of matter enough to where one can feel a strange tingling sensation, but not incur physical harm, probably giving Ori a strange little tickle...)
(...and, after the passage of a few hours, changing little "digits" in the Room's "mailing address". Not quite enough for a complete scrambling yet, but by the time the reckoning rolls around...)
.........
(A weary smile creeps across Mac's beak as her creation is complete. Sighing, she reaches a wing out, carresses her beautiful, awful machine)
(and passes out for several exhausted hours, twitching errantly from muscular overexertion.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Desert World (108)
-All right, he's next to the tent...-
-He looks back towards where Akebono should be, and...-
-...?-
-She's still back there moving with the barrel...-
-...-
-...At this rate she won't make it to the tent...-
-He starts looking around, trying to see if there's anything he can use as a distraction to make it so Akebono can speed over to the tent (or at least get to a more convenient place that's easier to avoid being spotted).-
In that moment, Eires Nada finally understood something they had never really considered in their time as a vampire, as this immortal corpse-wraith of the night, unbound by any law, unfettered by any means, trading their soul for the promise of shadows and blood.
It started as a choke, like something caught in their throat that refused to dislodge itself from its inconvenient location, and came out like a cough, a rough heave that wouldn't clear out no matter the effort or strain they put into it. Their lungs felt like they were going to vacate their chest but they did not budge in the slightest as they struggled against this tidal wave of emotion rolling over, drowning them with the news and the thought.
They had been warned and accepted the consequences in their transformation, but it took until now for Eires Nada to realize the heavy weight that came with the inability, simple and human, to cry.
[forum cryptid: it/it's]-Oriana crosses over and hugs Eires-
-She doesn’t have much strength in it-
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. But I need to do this. Everyone will die if I don’t...you have to look after Andromeda again. She’s...going to need you and Audrey. Ramona, too.”
-And Kora hugs Koata back-
“We’re not getting rid of each other that easily.”
Edited by Randomman5 on Nov 18th 2018 at 12:51:26 PM

"There's so many things below us. They eating everything, and it's breaking everything. We're gonna die by them or by... By nothing..."