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 Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 8:31 pm
 When: Mid-evening Where: Trash heap, Busthind Mountain
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 12:21 am
Busthind Mountain was a natural playground for the free-runner. With jagged ravines, steep cliffs, creeks and waterfalls, gravelly slopes, forests, and fallen trees it provided boundless opportunities to explore new terrain. The ways in which one could interact with the environment seemed limitless. But if Busthind Mountain was a playground, then the Busthind junkyard was an amusement park... or a nightmare depending on who you asked. For Lutrin, it was the former. Screaming with delight as an avalanche rumbled beneath her feet and carried her down the hillside, she waved to her lusus. “Look Dad! I'm surfing!” she called. Extending three fingers on both hands, she placed her hands on either side of her head in imitation of fins. She poked her tongue out. “I'm king of the mountaaain!!” Just then a crash came from within the land(fill)slide and she swivelled for balance. A second later, there was another crash and she disappeared into the rubble.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2016 9:23 pm
Adamaz's junk yoga did not normally get interrupted. There came a cacophonous crash that he could not ignore, and there were raised, shrill voices from above him. Suddenly, the entire yoga hovel shook as trash came cascading overhead, blocking the entrance. Part of the roof began to cave, and eyes widening, Adamaz covered his head. Then, a pair of busy legs poked through the roof where the junk was falling, and then an entire child. More of the roof collapsed, and there was pretty much only room for the new kid and himself. Adamaz groaned. What a nightmare. Green Minuet HOly shOOt is tHIs a THING
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2016 6:19 pm
Beneath the rubble something moved. There was a rattle. A can clattered down the mountain of trash. The surface of the garbage began to swell and move like a rising wave. The wave started slowly at first, but built up speed careening towards the crushed yoga hovel. Several feet beneath the surface, a head suddenly appeared in the entrance to the hovel, through the trash. “Hooooo! Stinky!” Lutrin unplugged her nose with a giggle. She waved cheerfully at the fellow orangeblood sitting inside. “Why hello there! You've got cute teeth!”
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 10:04 pm
Adamaz looked at his unexpected guest with a flat look. " Thanks. You are covered in garbage. I uh. My name is Adamaz. Who're you?" His eyes flicked around the hovel, and he observed that there was absolutely no light but the little glowstick he'd brought with him. He couldn't tell how trapped they were, but at least there was company. If odd company, possibly at fault for the cave-in at that.
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2016 3:26 pm
Lutrin placed a finger over her lips, expression suddenly serious. “I'm afraid that's classified information.” Her eyes darted back and forth as though to search for any unwelcome listeners hidden amongst the garbage. “But you can call me Spongy Bungee. Secret agent.” Reaching into her shorts, Lutrin pulled out an index card and flashed it at Adamaz. He barely had time to look at it, before she tucked it back away. “Well well,” She stroked her chin, looking around to appraise the situation. “It looks like you have yourself a garbage problem, mister Adamaz. Very common for young trolls these days. Nothing I can't help with though.” Lutrin cracked her knuckles. “I'm a digging master.”
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2016 4:16 pm
...Classified? Adamaz doubted that this girl really was a secret agent. They normally didn't wear tank tops and shorts, as he recalled from the movies. But then again, he didn't see many movies. And wasn't a secret agent who didn't look like one THAT much more secret? Food for thought. A card was waved at him that he couldn't read, in part due to the low lighting, the deftness with which it was stowed, and the fact that he wasn't a great reader. Adamaz scrunched his nose at the girls final comment. Geez, she talked quickly. She really did remind him of Aerona. A similar situation, too, now that he thought of it. But this... Spongy (?) was dialed completely to 11. Adamaz sat back down and took position again with the Nucifera Fold, and closed his eyes. " An expert, huh? Well I don't get in your way.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 3:18 am
“Wise decision, that,” Lutrin said, adopting a raspy voice that seemed appropriate for a secret agent. She picked at the wall of garbage. “Wigglers these nights just don't know when to quit. Always bitin' off more than theys can chew. You're pretty smart though, slick. I foresee a...” She trailed off as she removed a toaster, and the rubble shifted over them. Uneasy, she tried to slip it back in place. There was a crunch. With a loud rattle, the trash settled deeper around them, and what little light they had disappeared. Turning, Lutrin grabbed Adamaz by the shoulders and shook him, shrieking. “We're all gonna die!” she screamed. “I don't want to die! I'm too young to die!” With a loud wail, she dropped to her knees. Tears, invisible in the dark, streaked down her cheeks. “Is this punishment for lying? Or for eating the last of the honeydew?” she asked, speaking to the gods that looked down from the junkyard ceiling. “I promise I'll never do either again! Never!”
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