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Post by Paruga on Sept 12, 2010 18:47:04 GMT -8
Participants: Amethyst and [OPEN]
Judge: Open -Type: Single judge
Posts: 5, excluding intro Story Version: N/A
Place: A large, (and I mean LARGE) treehouse on the net in a jungle
---Intro---
The sun poked through a few holes formed by the dissaray of leaves that instituted a "ceiling." Hurridly, Amethyst climbed through the trapdoor leading into the treehouse. A large, circular, empty place, this area stood perfect for Amethyst's new hiding place. Who would ever think to find a vampire in a treehouse? "Wow, this wasn't easy, weaving in and out of the shadows so I wouldn't get caught in light, but I finally found a place that can easily get revamped and made into a wonderful, chic place to relax,"[/b][/i] Amethyst thought to herself. She generated masses of black energy to plug up what little light there was that poked through the ceiling, then generated a long black rectangle shape. She sat at her makeshift desk and went to work figuring out what she would "borrow" from some lucky navi and where she would put it. She also contemplated what she would do with the walls. She didn't like wood, especially wood in the shape of a cylinder. After her planning, she remembered something vital. She ran to the south-west end of the room and placed a large mirror on the wall. Perfect, now she could get on with her business.
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 12, 2010 19:35:57 GMT -8
(OOC: I'll throw JunkMan in if you want an interesting clash...)
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Post by Paruga on Sept 13, 2010 18:11:31 GMT -8
(Fine by me!)
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 16, 2010 17:24:58 GMT -8
*Time passes, evening begins to fall, and at last the golden sunset appears, glowing in a beautiful cascade of golds and reds as the blue sky remains in the distance, though somewhat darkened by this point. Among the natural sounds of the primal forest, a silent scraping begins to resound on the floor, barely noticeable, even given time, and drawing ever closer. Finally, a form breaks the light, cloaked by the shadows. In harsh disrepair and literally falling apart, JunkMan draws near to the tree house from below.
Seeming to pant slightly as his body strains to continue to move like a machine lacking oil, JunkMan reaches the base of the tree house and stands in silence for several seconds, looking at the supports that reach nearly to the ground. He then raises both claws, opens them widely and thrusts them forward, a large black panel taking form in place of both claws as he slams it into one of the lesser supports, shattering it with a massive blow. As the pieces rain down, he then moves up in a strained manner and begins to take them, attaching them to his body to repair the damage that he had been constantly sustaining*
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Post by Paruga on Sept 18, 2010 14:39:13 GMT -8
~1~
Amethyst was in front of her mirror, admiring herself, when she saw the sun start to fade. "Finally. I can go outside and find something to do," she thought to herself, heading to her "desk" to finish up some floor plans. Slowly, bleak darkness fell, and Amethyst's treehouse was bathed in darkness. She suddenly heard a crunching noise and the treehouse started to moan and lean to the left.
"W-what's going on?!?! The wood looked sturdy to me!"[/b] Amethyst screamed in fright. Now the treehouse really started to fall. In its descend towards the ground, Amethyst ran to the nearest window, transformed into a bat, and flapped out of the treehouse. A safe distance away, she saw the wood building end its fall with a large tumble of the trunks of a few trees and crashed into the ground. From far away, the damage looked minimal, but upon closer inspection, Amethyst saw two support ledges were damaged, the whole right wall was in splinters, and, to her horror, Amethyst stared at her mirror, shattered. "Oh no," she thought.
Still as a bat, Amethyst flew around, looking for what might have caused the damage. Seeing nothing, she wheeled around to cut her losses and leave. She almost left the area when a glint of moonlight caught her eye. No, it wasn't above her in the sky, it was on the ground. She homed in on the object to find it was a robot-like object. Transforming back, she curiously walked up to it, and she saw it was a navi. Jumping back and baring her fangs, she yelled, "Who are you?!? Why did you destroy my treehouse?!?"[/b]
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 18, 2010 15:17:12 GMT -8
*Becoming somewhat agravated and scared at this point, JunkMan all but ignores Amethist as he tries to attach the wooden components to his body, but to no avail. With a labored turn, JunkMan looks to Amethist and with labored breath, he speaks*
JunkMan: Where can I find junk data? I need it fast....
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Post by Paruga on Sept 21, 2010 17:11:56 GMT -8
~2~
"Oh snap. You did NOT just call my stuff junk did you?!? Amethyst cried in outrage. She homed in on Junkman and headbutted him. Being sheer metal, he did more harm to her. She leaped on him and tried to sink her teeth into him, but to no avail. Looking around, Amethyst sought out something to use on her foe. Quickly grabbing wood, she battered away at Junkman.
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