[Little Vivi sits happily in the sandbox meticulously building a little replica city complete with moats, flags, and dragons. (because Aluburna totally had moats and dragons, right?)]
[An armor clad warrior walks down the side street of an unknown city - he is unaware of his location, although it doesn't show on his seemingly emotionless face. Get used to this expression. Emotions don't exist in this mans world.]
"Hmph," he thought to himself. "The inhabitants around here sure are . . . colorful."
[It was then that he took notice of two what appeared to be, children. Children? More like seeds. However, they were ripe for giving information. He would soon approach them.]
[It's a few minutes before he acknowledges her response. Sorry, he was busy staring at the little flag sticking out of the top of the castle. Shit fuckin' waves and everything! The golden, half-lidded eyes slide over to her lazily, then snap open in alarm.]
Motherfuck, girl, I don't mean to be droppin' any wicked exploding devices at you, but you be all fuckin' pink-lookin'!
[Moments pass before he kneels down behind the sandcastle. Swiftly, he stabs a finger into the ground, and creates two arrows that point to either side of the dragon. Pebbles were then placed behind the castle and on each corresponding wall.]
"If you were to send troops to encircle this flying demon, and also have a flock of archers corner him from the back - this would ultimately leave you with an opening to strike a fatal wound while it's distracted."
[He points to the top of the castle.]
"From this keep the attack would be made. You would need a strong weapon, of course. But inevitably, the Dragon would die."
[What other person? There's another person here? Holy fuck he's pink, too.]
Auhhhhh, that'd be a fuckin' negative, girly. I ain't never got my fuckin' introduce on at a brother which a hat such to be like that one! Look at this shit, how does it even be all to doing the shit like that!?
[He stares blithely as Mori explains his sandy strategy, eyes fixated on the large, spiraling helmet perched atop his head. He makes a motion to grab for it, stepping on a few sand buildings in the process. Oops.]
[She watches Mori lay out his detailed plans curiously. Why would she want to kill the dragon? He was just picking flowers with the racing duck she was about to make.]
What are yo-
[And then Gamzee squishes the stables, the bathhouse, and the candy shop, all in one grey Godzillian step.]
Watch where you're stepping! I worked really hard on those!
[He quickly raises a finger towards this . . . clown-like, kabuki figure, motioning him to stop.]
"I wouldn't dare consider coming any closer."
[He would then stand up. A shadow cast from the rim of his helmet soon crawled across his face. His expression, however, did not change. He stared at the two.]
[He's a little consumed with your miraculous green helmet of wonder to notice you're addressing him. Sorry, Mori. He proceeds to go after the helmet until his nose bumps against an oddly-placed finger, smearing white greasepaint across it. He honks in surprise.]
Naw, my brother, it's all motherfuckin' chill, see? This motherfucker just want to be at gettin' his examine on all about that miracle on your lugbone! You feel me, dogg?
[His gaze shifts guiltily to the squashed architecture beneath his ratty, purple sneakers. Untied laces hang haphazardly around his ankles and drape over the newly demolished area. This elicits another honk out of him, this one more sheepish in tone.]
Awww, tits. Soooorry, li'l sister... Look, look! I'll help lock this fuckin' town down back on the wicked tracks to motherfuckin' recovery for fuckin' sure! Ain't gonna be no town like was this one once this motherfucker gets his help all on.
[He offers an enthusiastic smile, plopping his polka-dotted ass down in the middle of the sandbox. It's been... a while since he felt sand underneath him. He almost forgot what it felt like. He stared down at it, hands freezing in thought, mid-sculpt.]
[A vacant grin spreads across his face as he runs his bony fingers through the sand again. He imagined himself drawing little circles and spirals across the surface, like he did back home. The design could spread across the town, dotted with clown-nosed smiley faces here and there, inching tow--
Oh. Oh, she was poking at him, and maybe saying something?]
Ohh, uhhh...
[He trailed off, snapping out of it and working earnestly on another building.]
Hahaha, yeah! This brother's motherfuckin' okay as what's can be. Hey yo, this hive's gonna be bitchin'! Look here, look at this little motherfucker!
[There's now a tiny building where the candy shop used to be. It's kind of... lopsided, and it's sort of a miracle how it could even stand, honestly.]
Hope these pinky sand peeps can get their motherfuckin' forgiveness on at me.
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FUCK YEAH LET'S PLAY IN THE SAND!!!
Date: 2012-02-09 12:46 am (UTC)Whoaaa, shit! That's a fuckin' bitchin' sandtown you got to be makin' here!
[He just... stares at it for an awkwardly long period of time.]
WOOO!!
Date: 2012-02-09 12:52 am (UTC)Thanks! I think...
Re: WOOO!!
Date: 2012-02-09 01:14 am (UTC)"Hmph," he thought to himself. "The inhabitants around here sure are . . . colorful."
[It was then that he took notice of two what appeared to be, children. Children? More like seeds. However, they were ripe for giving information. He would soon approach them.]
Re: WOOO!!
Date: 2012-02-09 01:27 am (UTC)Motherfuck, girl, I don't mean to be droppin' any wicked exploding devices at you, but you be all fuckin' pink-lookin'!
REPLYING TO BOTH OF YOU AT ONCE AW YEAH
Date: 2012-02-09 01:35 am (UTC)Well yeah, I've always looked like this. You're the funny looking one.
[She looks over at Mori.]
He's kinda funny looking too. Is he your friend?
Re: REPLYING TO BOTH OF YOU AT ONCE AW YEAH
Date: 2012-02-09 01:45 am (UTC)"If you were to send troops to encircle this flying demon, and also have a flock of archers corner him from the back - this would ultimately leave you with an opening to strike a fatal wound while it's distracted."
[He points to the top of the castle.]
"From this keep the attack would be made. You would need a strong weapon, of course. But inevitably, the Dragon would die."
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Date: 2012-02-09 02:34 am (UTC)Auhhhhh, that'd be a fuckin' negative, girly. I ain't never got my fuckin' introduce on at a brother which a hat such to be like that one! Look at this shit, how does it even be all to doing the shit like that!?
[He stares blithely as Mori explains his sandy strategy, eyes fixated on the large, spiraling helmet perched atop his head. He makes a motion to grab for it, stepping on a few sand buildings in the process. Oops.]
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Date: 2012-02-09 02:53 am (UTC)What are yo-
[And then Gamzee squishes the stables, the bathhouse, and the candy shop, all in one grey Godzillian step.]
Watch where you're stepping! I worked really hard on those!
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Date: 2012-02-09 03:10 am (UTC)"I wouldn't dare consider coming any closer."
[He would then stand up. A shadow cast from the rim of his helmet soon crawled across his face. His expression, however, did not change. He stared at the two.]
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Date: 2012-02-09 03:23 am (UTC)Naw, my brother, it's all motherfuckin' chill, see? This motherfucker just want to be at gettin' his examine on all about that miracle on your lugbone! You feel me, dogg?
[His gaze shifts guiltily to the squashed architecture beneath his ratty, purple sneakers. Untied laces hang haphazardly around his ankles and drape over the newly demolished area. This elicits another honk out of him, this one more sheepish in tone.]
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Date: 2012-02-09 03:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-09 04:21 am (UTC)[He offers an enthusiastic smile, plopping his polka-dotted ass down in the middle of the sandbox. It's been... a while since he felt sand underneath him. He almost forgot what it felt like. He stared down at it, hands freezing in thought, mid-sculpt.]
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Date: 2012-02-09 06:26 am (UTC)Hey mister, are you okay? You're spacing out again.[She pokes at the now frozen Gamzee.]
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Date: 2012-02-09 06:38 am (UTC)Oh. Oh, she was poking at him, and maybe saying something?]
Ohh, uhhh...
[He trailed off, snapping out of it and working earnestly on another building.]
Hahaha, yeah! This brother's motherfuckin' okay as what's can be. Hey yo, this hive's gonna be bitchin'! Look here, look at this little motherfucker!
[There's now a tiny building where the candy shop used to be. It's kind of... lopsided, and it's sort of a miracle how it could even stand, honestly.]
Hope these pinky sand peeps can get their motherfuckin' forgiveness on at me.