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Post by Genesis on Jul 17, 2011 17:51:46 GMT -8
Type: Single Judge [Raven] Posts: 2 intro posts each, 7 battle posts each Story Version: Off Version Bonus Points: Off Version Match: Matched at V9 Setting: An old ruin with several destroyed structures and stone pieces all over, a few half-ruined structures here and there. The grass is brown with decay as the sun leaves the sky to make way for night as thunder can be heard from the decidedly dark clouds as a rainy storm was soon to come.
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Post by Snakeskin on Jul 17, 2011 18:10:02 GMT -8
Dice roll time!
[dice=100][rand=752924549191564331342672656103950276505310684906946664773561107753]
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Post by Genesis on Jul 17, 2011 18:14:45 GMT -8
Dice whoosh:
[dice=100][rand=5664239668114323373176444516475752342480145126705387610109524876]
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Post by Snakeskin on Jul 18, 2011 13:41:23 GMT -8
It was a beautiful sort of evening... there was a painterly look about the time and place. The rocky mountain outcropping's stone surfaces and dried grass all shared the auburn color of the setting sun. Even the trees in the forest below the cliff's edge were tinted by the bright disk's descent, dancing with the colors of an autumnal park. Stormclouds on the horizon blocked out that portion of the sky which night was encroaching upon, covering up the stars with a black blanket and tucking them away for the night. The soothing sound of raindrops on leaves was already audible, however faintly, from afar. The rolls of thunder that dared to break the calmness were muffled by the distance. The tempest was a marching band playing a natural song, a lullaby that chronicled the coming of darkness.
On a fallen pillar of stone, a man in a suit sat alone, watching and listening to the night of the soft parade beginning. He didn't remember how he'd gotten here or why he'd come... but for the moment, it didn't seem to matter. His helmet sat by his side. He was dreaming with open eyes; his mind absorbing the sounds in the air and synthesizing them into something surreal. He could see the music itself, dancing across the landscape and twirling through the air. He remained still and calm, waiting patiently to feel the cold touch of water upon his face.
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Post by Genesis on Jul 18, 2011 16:05:40 GMT -8
*He never too much cared for scenery at all really. Unless it was a tornado, tsunami, whirlpools, earthquakes or various other kinds of destructive events to add to it. He didn't actually like eruptions or earthquakes though because they were unpredictable more than the others. They all were truly, but that was part of the beauty to them if one could call it that from his perspective. From the clouds up high and the sounds rolling in from the distance, distinct sounds that he was easily familiar with, a storm would be rolling in soon now too. Would be a basic one, or would it actually be a 'real' storm was the question to it though. He had only actually liked one type of weather, something he had seen once and would only see once.*
"Hm..."
*This had been just a place to wander to while having the time pass. Once it was passed and he was bored of this place he would simply move on to the next one. It was better to kill the time by doing something that actually put emphasis on the 'kill' part there. All that was around here was less things than that, despite the dark time to pass over soon. He didn't exactly know where he was in all of the place, but he figured that he may as well get some form of minimal shelter if he was going to wait out the storm. If that took too long he could probably just work his way through it. Looking to one of the various stone structures, it looked like it was rather sturdy despite the damage it had taken over time.*
"I can use that then."
*He was never one for art of the sort of interests one would get from looking at relics or ruins. Raising his left arm as he stepped over to the rock, something dissolving into it in the form of a chip as he referred to one of his more favorite ones: the drill. His arm took the shape of the darkened chip, as he whistled to himself and began to get to work. After some time with it and his other hand doing the work, he had finished refining it into what could be used as a sort of shelter for a time. A hut or whatever someone wanted to call it anyway. Now just came playing the waiting game to see the weather before deciding if he would actually need to use the thing.*
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