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LP rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 8 (1-10)
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 Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 10:57 pm
Aleister frowned as she answered him. Sounding a little tense, he was actually feeling sort of nervous with the fact the whole place was dead. Like shadows this sort of quiet never settled with him.
He frowned, looking around before he kept on looking for pieces. Occasionally he'd pause, shift, and want to say something to break both the eerie silence and the tension in the air. When he found another piece he picked it up and shoved it into a bag too. <Is there anything I can say to make this stop?>
<Make what stop? The quiet?> Pookie seemed to ponder the question for a second, <Keep jabbering and maybe she'll smack you with her weapon and do us both a favor for a bit.>
<That's not nice.> Aleister pouted mentally at pookie.
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x_Nata_x rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 11:06 pm
Well, at least he finally went quiet. Surprisingly, this did little to ease Petra's tension, completely on edge as she searched the area as quietly as humanly possible. Each step felt too loud, and yet at the same time so. eerily. quiet. Her eyes darted up anxiously every half-second, lingering on the ground barely long enough to look for a piece of the artifact before she was looking once again for the imminent danger which was not present. This, of course, only irritated her more -- at this point, she had been with Deus long enough to not be a quivering newbie. There was no excuse for her nerves.
She was better than that.
Rolling her shoulders, she bent over to pick up another piece of broken rock, placing it into the bag Aleister had given her.
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Interesting Conversationalist
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LP rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 11:11 pm
Aleister gave a small sigh as he continued to pick up things, bickering a bit with Pookie was keeping him from freaking out completely but something kept trying to gnaw at him like those stupid shadows often did. The only shadows here though, as far as he could tell asides from the ones cast by the house was his and Petra's.
He found another piece and picked it up, before glancing back to Petra. He really wished there were some sort of noise, and since she seemed irritated with him talking, he choose to hum quietly as he picked up the pieces.
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x_Nata_x rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 11:26 pm
More sound. Petra froze where she had been bent over, her eyes sliding back to the other trainee, focusing a chilly stare at his back. Did he have a death wish? Did he want to die? Was he just stupid? Because if he didn't stop humming, the moon hunter wasn't quite sure she wouldn't kill him herself. After a few long pauses, upon which it became increasingly obvious that Aleister was oblivious to her silent screams of <********> she began to straighten slowly, dropping the piece she had picked up into the bag at her waist. It was almost completely full now, and heavy enough to be noticeable as she meandered slowly through the tall grass, brushing her leg with each step. Further and further out they wandered, concentric circle after concentric circle, until finally it had been long enough between sightings that she stopped, glancing back over across the field at Aleister. It pained her, but she finally exhaled slowly, beginning to trek back towards him.
Mission. She was a moon hunter, they were protectors. She was supposed to protect him. Even if he was grinding on her every nerve.
"I think this is the last of it," she finally murmured as she drew closer, brushing past him to step out of the grassy field and back towards the barn a little. The grass was shorter here, and Petra knelt just under the cover of the faded red building, reached to her belt to turn the bag upend. "Spread them out here -- I'll send photographs to Deus, see if they can't analyze it." Reaching down, she nudged a few of them with one hand, beginning to assemble them, reaching into her pocket to grab her phone with the other.11/11lizbot Just letting you know they got all the pieces, and are assembling the artifact!
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 9:50 pm
Aleister had followed her when she said she thought that was the last of them. Well at least they had found them all. He spread his out pieces, careful not to touch them unless he had too.
He froze when he saw her putting them together. "A-are you sure that's a good idea?" He asked, sounding like he didn't like this idea at all.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 9:58 pm
"... am I sure... if sending photographs to Deus... is a good idea?"
Petra spoke slowly and carefully.
Because if she didn't, she was sure there were going to be some pretty difficult things to explain in her mission report.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 10:11 pm
"I mean actually putting it together." He said, he wasn't against sending photos they could piece it together digitally or something. "We could take the photos and put it together that way in one of the labs or something I'm sure......"
He shifted looking a bit uneasy. "Plus it's... uh...." He paused, "What if something shows up because of that thing?" He just knew he jinxed it. He had to have jinxed it.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 10:15 pm
"PUT THE DAMN PIECES IN PLACE."
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 10:19 pm
Aliester's eyes widened as Petra yelled at him. He quickly shoved one into place and then stepped back, "O-okay, okay... you don't have to yell."
He was backing up in case it decided to blow up or something worse, pookie in hand. "M-maybe we should get Stacey."
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 10:44 pm
To be fair, it was a valid concern. They encountered dangerous things as hunters, and it was not so out of the realm of possibility that this stone tablet, which was quickly forming before their very eyes, could summon something so terrible that it could bring about their deaths in the worst possible way imaginable. But Petra was past being cautious. All she could hear was a certain conversation in her head, a voice asking her... 'so then, what do you want, Petra?'
And the answer that didn't scare her any longer.
She wanted more.
The last piece slid easily into place. 
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 10:14 pm
A dry, hot wind blasted through the fields. Around them, the fields flattened and rose, and shivered. A soft buzzing could be heard in the distance, and a wave of movement hit the land, both sound and motion being larger and more apparent as it approached the two hunters. Beside Aleister a tall stalk of grass shuddered and twisted, shifting into a large scorpion-tailed locust. It flew up and the light suddenly dimmed as a massive cloud of similar insects rose from the fields to block the sun.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 10:37 pm
Aleister froze when a dry hot wind blasted through the field. He shuddered, oh god. Buzzing, it was bugs!? He was about to say something when there was a cloud of insects.
No time for I told you sos, his brain said run and so did his feet. He grabbed her by the arm and ran for shelter. "OH GOD WERE GOING TO DIE!" He totally didn't want to die here, of all the places he could die.
Aleister was in panic mode which in this case meant run for the nearest cover.
<.... now that is a bunch of bugs.> Pookie wasn't being helpful at all in this point. More marveling at the sheer number of bugs they had just pissed off.
He wanted INSIDE the barn. They wouldn't have to fight them all at once this way. Or maybe they could just wait them out.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 12:13 am
When that first hot blast of air hit them, Petra's first course of action was to immediately spring from where she had been crouched by the tablet. There was little surprise in her expression, although for those who knew her, that wouldn't have been a good indicator one way or the other. In this instance, however, she was not at all surprised at the result. Perhaps, in her heart of hearts, she'd almost hoped for it, for whatever reason. To prove herself? To Stacey... or to Deus... or to herself that she'd made the right decision, that dark rainy night, in accepting that hooded figure's proposal. Or maybe she'd just wanted to fight this whole time, wanted to beat the crap out of something she saw as being wholely, completely evil, wanted to destroy the things which had devastated this farm which reminded her so much her childhood home. Whatever the reason, her second course of action, nearly simultaneous with the first, was to click closed her phone, shove it into her pocket, and heft Cain up with both hands. In fact, even as the sun became eclipsed by the shear number of scorpion-locusts, it looked remarkably like she might try to fight her way out of it.
And then Aleister was pulling her away.
To be honest, she'd half expected him to run. And, while she was being honest, she would probably admit to his face that she didn't give a damn whether he did or not. What she did give a damn about was the fact that he was trying to rescue her. Which, quite frankly, was just insulting. Later on, if they survived, she might (and that would be a heavy might,) look back on this and think that perhaps the gesture was sweet and thoughtful, but in that very moment, there was hate in her eyes.
Wrenching her arm away, Petra swung with her other arm in the same motion, the back of her hand connecting with his cheekbone.
"..."
For a good... long... precious second, she just stood there, staring at him, suddenly feeling inexplicably cold.
"...get in the barn."
It wasn't more than a whisper. It wasn't even a command -- she didn't care if he did or not.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 12:44 pm
When she wrenched her arm away Aliester was about to protest. However, he was stopped short with a slap to the face. The death trainee looked at her, for that long precious second before she told him to get into the barn.
He was staring at her like 'I can't believe you did that!' Did she seriously want to die here? Aleister was looking at th barn and back to her and then to the swarm of bugs. Oh god the bugs. Of course she'd smacked a little sense back to him, "You can't fight them here." He said.
He was backing up. "The barn'll bottle neck them so you don't get..... killed...." He stopped himself from saying as fast. He was still walking backwards when he ran into the barn. Hands going to feel for the door, he wasn't taking his eyes off the swarm. "Come on." He added. Hoping she'd realize he was right. Pookie for a change was quite, it was like the puca didn't have anything helpful to add.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 11:27 pm
A soft light pulsed in the distance and the buzz of insects took on a new, layered quality. Just barely discernible, a curious sort of whisper filtered through.
Come and see.
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