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STATUS: The outdoors be like: "This mf forgot his Zyrtec, get his ass!" 2 yrs ago
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The outdoors be like: "This mf forgot his Zyrtec, get his ass!"
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At last, the correct amount of garlic 🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄
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I have consumed far to much garlic bread. My hubris has doomed me once again.
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It's either: sleep is for the weak, or sleep FOR a week.
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Pink Starburst gang, wya?
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"No one can escape the fate given to them.
All that remains is the end, where you will all perish.
Eternal greatness exists only within myself.
Sing a song of sorrow in a world where time has vanished."
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All that remains is the end, where you will all perish.
Eternal greatness exists only within myself.
Sing a song of sorrow in a world where time has vanished."
My 1x1 thread, because I'm a shameless hack.
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Just a girl and her socks.
Neon had done a pretty stellar job setting up the tent. Well, mostly anyways. There were a few things that still needed to be done, but they didn't take long. It was pretty amazing how such a relatively large tent could fit into the size of a sleeping bag. But at last the large green tent was set up. It was rectangular in shape, and the top was flat, but was a solid head above Annie.
Before stepping inside, Annie retreated to Slow Ride and grabbed a large, light blue blanket. The blanket had an Eagle on it, it's wings fully extended and talons ready to strike. Annie had actually bought this for Neon, but he never uses it, so she decided to take it upon herself to wield the oversized blanket herself. Taking it inside, Annie laid the blanket down on the tent's floor before inviting everyone else over. "Hey y'all! Tent's finished! Come on in!"
IN THE MIND OF NEON...
How in the actual hell did they manage to lose an unconscious person of all things? Someone wandering off was one thing, but an unconscious person? Well, whatever. The light from his lantern was modest at best, but it should be more than enough to look for Donny.
He had said a hundred feet, but he had likely gone double that. The endless shifting sands seemed daunting. If it wasn't for Slow Ride and the other horses, this desert probably would've killed them. Annie almost certainly so.
The wind began to pick up, and sand began to stir. Not enough to cause a terrible storm, but enough to cause a bit of blindness. Not a good sign. Neon decided here would be a good point to start a perimeter. A square around the area should be fine.
The walk was, for the most part, uneventful. No Donny, or any signs of life for that matter. There might've been a scorpion or something under a rock nearby, but nothing that would cause alarm. That is, until Neon heard the sound of metal against metal at his feet. Illuminating the area at his feet, something silver reflected the light of his lantern. Bending over and scooping up the object, he dusted it off and held it closer to the light.
It was a silver flask, rectangular with rounded corners, and with a large fish engraved on one side. It's scales were intricately detailed, and had wispy fins on it's side and head, and it's V-shaped tail trailed behind it. There was a single, large letter written on the other side. An "S" was written in calligraphy. It didn't look too terribly old, but he wasn't the Archeologist. Maybe Annie would have a better idea about it. Speaking of which, he should probably head back, it looks like he wouldn't be finding Donny. With a new flask in hand, Neon walked back to the light of the campfire, and the big green tent.
Well the girl certainly seemed impressed by her random knowledge of how they kept dinosaur bones together. Where did she here about that anyways? It was probably some random bit of information she retained on her last visit to a museum. But it was whatever. So her name was Jocelyn huh? Didn't ring much of a bell but hey, she seemed at least somewhat interesting. Well, My name's Annie. Annie Ohkae. Coffee addict and sweater extraordinaire. I... Don't think we've been in any classes, but you've probably seen me in the hallways at some point. The whole green sweater is kinda my thing."
It was only the last two years years where she had started wearing green sweaters. The story is a bit of a weird one. Her father had wanted to order her ten of them, but instead accidentally ordered a hundred and ten of them. And the rest as we say, it history.
About this time is when another person had approached them. Some blondie she didn't recognize. He pulled out a sketchbook of all things, and began sketching, presumably, the dinosaur. He could always just be super creepy and drawing them. But Annie gave him the benefit of the doubt. But then she heard his name. She let out a half snort as the name "Broccoli" was said. "I'm- I'm sorry, I just... didn't expect that name is all." That was probably going to take a little getting used to, but at least it would be mildly entertaining for a moment.
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Haunted by the ghost of Donny
Annie grabbed a bowl and delved into the stew ignoring the conversation the rest of the party seemed to be having. Being on the road so often, Annie could eat just about anything. She's even eaten rattlesnake once. The warmth from the stew was probably the most noticeable thing about it to Annie. Her body slowly getting warmer to combat the cold desert sands. After finishing her bowl, she sat back a little, and resumed listening in on the conversation. That's when she heard the news.
They had lost Donny.
"Ah, shit. Uh..." she turned back towards Neon, and the tent, which appeared to be mostly set up now. "Hey Neon! Ya almost done with that there tent? We might need yer help." "Give me, maybe, two more minutes, and I'll be all done. What's all this about Donny I heard?" "We uh... we sorta... lost 'im." There was a rustling of metal on metal as Neon's plated palm hit his visor. "How in the actual hell did you manage to lose a person?! He was unconscious!"
"Well, I don't think he's very far, I was wonderin' if you'd go look for him, and I'd finish the tent." "Fine. But I'm not going too far. If he's not within a couple hundred feet of here, he's gone for good." With that, Neon got up, and pulled out his longsword, before twirling it a few times. Each twirl the sword became progressively shorter, until eventually, it was reduced to a small lantern, and mysteriously lit itself. "Huh. I didn't know you could do that. Neat." Annie's quiet voice was mostly obstructed by the clinking of armor as Neon walked past her, going in the direction the came from.
Annie got up and dusted herself off, and began walking towards the mostly complete tent. "Well, that's about all I can do. I'll get working on the tent. Should be ready in a few."
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There it was. The sound that every person in existence emotionally resonated with. Granted, that emotion was usually a mixture of anger and sadness. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BE-- There was a soft clicking sound as the snooze button was pressed. Waking up at 7 AM never got any easier. Annie ripped off her blanket and sat up for a moment, taking in the reality of her situation. It was a school day again. She eventually got off of her bed and walked towards the shower, her joints popping loudly along the way.
CUE SHOWER SCENE
Dryed and dressed in her signature green sweater, Annie headed towards the kitchen, with one thing on her mind: Food. Annie didn't quite know how to use everything in the kitchen, but she knew how to use the most important thing: the Waffle Iron. Two waffles and a big glass of milk later, Annie hopped on her bike to school.
But not before one critical stop. The Eastside Café. Annie's go-to coffee shop, about a block away from the school. As soon as Annie walked in, the young blonde woman behind the counter immediately recognized Annie, and gave her a quick nod, before disappearing for a moment, and reappearing with a large coffee in her hand. The life-giving liquid that Annie ran on in the mornings. That, and it tasted pretty good, too.
Homeroom was as monotonous as ever, and seemed to drag on for hours. That's when the teacher reminded them about the field trip. "Oh right. That's today." Annie fished around in her bag, pulling out a salmon colored slip with her mother's signature on it. Annie considered this a day off from school more than anything. Her father used to take her to various places as a young child. Water parks, movie theaters, but very rarely did they go to museums. For someone who relied on old stuff, her father didn't really seem to care about history.
One bus ride later, Annie and the rest of her class arrived at the museum. "Dinosaurs, huh? How fitting." The teacher said roll call and some other stuff Annie didn't really care about, because like any good museum, there was a gift shop. And this particular gift shop, sold coffee. She had finished her coffee in homeroom, and was wide awake now, but another cup might be needed later on. Keeping a mental note of its location, Annie turned her attention back to the museum's other attractions.
Annie had already read the paper that was handed to her about the trip a few days prior. They'd reconvene here in a couple hours, and then leave a couple more hours after that. The students began to disperse, and Annie wondered what to do next, as she walked and wandered around, looking at the various displays. That's when she heard someone ask "How much glue did they have to use to keep it from falling apart?" And without thinking, Annie responded with "Probably not as much as you'd think. They use a sort of super adhesive and expanding foam to hold them together. Or, so I was told." The dinosaur was pretty impressive, all things considered. Though there were all kinds. Big, small, even ones that flew in the sky.
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WARNING, CONTAINS: Peanuts
The ride out of town was mostly uneventful. Slow Ride took its time, trotting along as Annie and Neon Knight guided him along with the others. Annie took the lead this time, letting Neon Knight watch as they rode. The sum beat down on Annie and Slow Ride as they rode, eventually leading to Annie taking off her jacket, and stuffing it into one of her saddlebags. Neon, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind the heat. The light that reflected off of his armor would prove to be somewhat annoying everytime she looked back, and eventually just deciding to stop after a while. Annie and Neon rode in relative silence, the occasional sound of Neon's armor jingling around or a huff from Slow Ride was most of the sound they heard.
Eventually, however, night sat upon them soon enough, and the party was forced to stop. Annie put back on her jacket as the temperature dropped, but Neon and Slow Ride didn't seem to care about the lower temperature. As the fire burned, Annie watched the flames flicker as she let her mind wander along her previous adventures. There was the time she went to India, and the Pyramids in Egypt, she even once went to an old Indian Burial site. But that was besides the point.
Annie sat in Neon's imposing shadow as Jojo began working on some sort of stew after fishing yet another convenient item out of somewhere. Fortunately, she had her own convenient item. Annie tapped on Neon's plated shoulder, and pointed towards Slow Ride. Rolled up on the back of Slow Ride was a green tent. Annie brought it with as she usually traveled with one or two others while working. Though this time she was traveling with four others. Neon got the idea, and walked over to Slow Ride and began putting the tent together. Mostly because Annie would take an hour to get it set up. The tent could hold four people comfortably, but could probably hold all five of them if they made the most of the available space. Neon didn't sleep as far as Annie knew, so she didn't really count him.
As Neon began working on the tent, Annie heard Joseppi talk about not being the only one following the girl. Presumably, he meant Jules. Well, seeing as she was a wanted criminal, it didn't surprise Annie much. It was probably some bounty hunter or otherwise person after her head. Annie didn't worry too much about it though. They had a lawman on their side. And if it was just one or two others, they probably wouldn't try to fight all five of them. Annie laid back on the cold sand, used to the grainy texture from all the deserts she'd been in, and waited for the presumed stew to be done. She was starting to get kinda hungry.
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