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Scouts Needed

So here he was again, wandering through the desert with nothing more to guide him than a gps and his own quickly dwindling curiosity. When Aprife made it back to the area he had quit on a couple nights prior, the sinkhole had grown even larger and he had to make a wide arc to avoid slipping in. That certainly didn't make him feel any better about this particular expanse of sand. It was likely, he brooded, that there were even more sinkholes nearby. What would he do if the underground cave, or something similar, stretched on more miles than he could count? The doubt welled up all over again. He didn't want to be out here.

Sighing, the yellowblood pushed on against his sudden loss of will. It wasn't as if he could go back and ask to do something else. It would take way too much time and he would end up getting nothing done at all. While that seemed like a pretty cool option, he wasn't sure how excited the rest of the group would be to find him slacking yet again. Honestly, he could care less what they thought, but that they were basically stuck out in the middle of the desert meant he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to get back to New Hemisect on his own. If they decided to force his hand, he was pretty much screwed.

So he stayed and he worked and for a little while nothing very exciting happened. That was fine. If this were an average day in NHC he would have been bored out of his skull, but this was completely different. In this situation, he wasn't too disappointed by it.

Aprife was surprised, to say the least, when the rest of the night went off without a hitch. No more sinkholes, nothing large and threatening. The map he had started was getting closer to complete, but for now it was time to head back. He was hungry and, despite his earlier acceptance of it all, was growing pretty unbelievably bored. There would be no way he could sleep until he got a little bit of excitement. Snickering to himself, he grinned. Maybe when he got back he could find someone to stalk entertain him.

Zeffer stifled a yawn as he headed back to camp from a night spent helping to guard the place. He'd been doing so with Torero, but now that their shift was over, he was eager to have a bite to eat and a bit of rest before sunrise...but another important thing had to be taken care of. In all the excitement of shipping out to camp, he'd sort of lost track of Aprife. It'd only been a day or so since their arrival, and he figured it wouldn't be too tough to find his yellow-blooded compadre.

"Hey Rero, keep an eye out. I wanna introduce you to a buddy of mine, he's a yellowblood. I kinda meant to make the trip out here with both of you, but things got kinda messed up and we got separated." he scritched at the back of his mohawk and headed into camp, on the lookout for a black sweater and dreadlocks. When they got to the mess hall it didn't take long; it seemed that most trolls filtered through that area at the end of the day. Zeffer called out to him as he sifted his way through the crowd.

"Dude! Hey! There you are!" Zeffer plopped down into the empty seat next to Aprife, and waved Rero over. "Man am I glad to see you. Did you have a good trip out? Sorry for sort of disappearing after the gathering. I went back to my hive for some supplies...anyway, you heard we need to start making teams, right? I found us a third guy!" he snickered, and moved to present his little redblooded 'find', and newest friend. "This is Torero...Rero, meet Aprife. I think us three would make a pretty kick a** team. They said four, but a lot of trolls have already begun to team up..." he smiled hopefully.

Hacking

Oh yes here we were again! Back in the Hacking 101 class room. Muerte was here to resume work on an unfinished project- something he'd spent the majority of his sleepless day wondering about. He couldn't be sure if he could crack it today! But-! He was going to try.

And he sits down, looks at the guy in charge all too eagerly, why, he's already starting to go to work, and... CHRIST

Suddenly another far more incompetent troll bumps into the greenblood while he stares at the radar device. It's not a huge jostle, but enough to knock his chair enough to disturb his posture so much that he falters, hand on the screwdriver, suddenly jabbing into the exposed object.

A small fzzt and he looks at the small object with an incredulous look on his face. Shock, quickly replaced by anger.

"Hey! Now you watch where you are going you maladroit pleb" he hisses- thank goodness it's a orangeblood, because heavens forbid it be a higher caste!

...But even so, it was enough to disrupt the class enough that the indignant greenblood be asked to leave.

Whatever, he'd be back tomorrow.

"It is a bit of a madhouse, ain't it? I looked all over for you when I got here, but I didn't have any luck." Zeffer snickered before proceeding to introduce the two, which went well, and made him all the more pleased, despite being rather tired ******** yeah!" Zeffer seemed all too happy to have managed to get a team together. Not that he had trouble glomming onto other trolls, but he would much rather be part of a team of familiar faces and people he could work (or goof off) with, rather than a gaggle of strangers. He swung his backpack off and into his lap and began to dig through it.

"I can't wait either! Since we're goin' out into the desert, I thought we'd need some extra protection...here!" he finally found what he was looking for. It was two pair of goggles, just like his, except the frame around either pair were red and yellow. Not exact blood color matches, but it'd work well enough, he figured. He had no doubt that most of the rebel forces had been issued goggles for their work in the desert, but you could never have too much nifty eye protection. Besides, colors were fun, right?

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Guard Duty

Another day, more work. While he'd sort of wanted to try his hand at scouting, Rero seemed to enjoy guard duty, so he'd given in and picked that once again. At least it was relatively easy, but he couldn't help but wonder if any of the rebels running the camp had noticed how...distracted they could get. It made him grin as he thought about the armorbeast they'd been teasing the other day. "Man, wouldn't it be sweet if we found someone spyin' and got to take 'em down or some s**t like that?" he said, thinking out loud as he peered off into the distance. They'd patrolled around the camp nearly twice, and the twin moons were high in the night sky.

All at once, he was torn from his thoughts as something popped up out of the sand. It was a large, angry stingerbeast, and it clacked its four claws menacingly at the two trolls. "Oh s**t. Careful Rero!" he called as he stopped quite suddenly, giving the creature a wide berth and immediately grabbing and flipping on his stun batons. It began to wave its claws angrily, swaying back and forth an standing its ground. Zeffer watched with amusement. "Kehehe! I think it wants to dance." he grinned wickedly, ready to fight. They wouldn't be able to play with this one, and Zeffer couldn't imagine that it was gonna back down. These were the kinds of nasty things they were supposed to keep the camp safe from.

Scouts Needed
Athene sighed as she looked around, bored out of her mind. The redblood that had followed her before was gone, on what she perceived to be Guard duty, and there was nothing to note on her new route she had been given. It was boring, completely ordinary, and almost insulting to someone like her to was itching with energy.

At least when she got back to the camp she could knit, her supplies had come along with her when she had made her way down to the first forest. Oh how long ago THAT had been! At least she had managed to send a message to owl-dad that she was fine before his fluffy head started to worry. Or maybe not, he had been a little absent minded of late. Kicking the sand up, she made her way back to the camp, her hands coming up to fix the bandanna that had been a little messy on her head.

Of course, as was his way, Aprife was smiling and smiling and silently observing Torero for a good minute or so. This guy seemed pretty energetic, too, he thought. Not a bad thing, not at all. The yellowblood found he liked those types of trolls better. A bit more scouting would tell him whether or not he would have to work very hard to get the redblood to spill something interesting about himself. For now he was satisfied with the conversation, though, and he gave a brief nod and a "You too, Torero." before tipping his head back towards Zeffer.

Both of them were excited to leave. Aprife wasn't completely sure how he felt yet. Normally he was a huge fan of change. When life was stagnant it was boring. Yet, for the times he'd been out scouting so far, he'd seen mostly sand and sand and more sand. Not exactly a party. He just sort of… grinned more and nodded.

"Woah, those for us?" This was a nice distraction. Reaching for the yellow goggles he could only assume were meant for him, he slipped them on. They fit pretty comfortably over his puffy mop of hair. It only took a quick adjustment to get right. "I could've used these the other day…" he mused, mostly to himself, before slipping them up to his forehead. "These are great, dude. Thanks!"

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Scouts Needed

Aprife was a troll on a mission. He had made good, if uneventful, progress on his last night out in the desert. Tonight he thought… maybe it would be okay to mess around a little bit. Now his work was having fun. Part of him was subconsciously trying to make the desert more interesting. It would make things easier when they finally ended up leaving the camp to search for the jadeblood. Kicking at the ground, he laughed some. Luckily the wind had died down a little while ago. He would be safe from sand-and-dirt-in-the-face. For now.

The yellowblood was so busy fooling around that he didn't notice the fuzzy something sneaking up behind him until it was far, far too late. It brushed against his leg and he almost jumped out of his skin, fumbling at his bag to try and pull out his whip, only to realize as he spun on his heel that it really hadn't been something to worry about in the first place. It was just a hopbeast. Little, mostly unthreatening, and Aprife was suddenly… intrigued. Small hands reached out for the animal, but it skirted away before he could touch it. Okay. Now it was a challenge. Running after it, he found he could only keep up for a minute or two before it was obvious he wasn't gonna catch it. He wasn't gonna get close to it.

Sighing, he stopped, hands on his knees. What was he supposed to do now? As half-lidded eyes watched the form of the hopbeast fade into the distance, a shadow crossed its path so quickly that he had no idea what had even happened. Blinking, Aprife stood at full height, and before he knew it that shadow-something was getting bigger. No, it was coming this way. The closer it got, the more the yellowblood's expression fell. It was fuzzy, just like his little friend had been, but it was obvious from the large paws and bloodied muzzle that it wasn't going to run away if he reached out for it.

"Oh, s**t!" Now he was fumbling in his bag with real urgency. He barely pulled the scourge out in time to slap it across the creature's face. It yelped and backed away, but only temporarily. Aprife had to take quite a few swings before the beast finally gave up, fleeing back into the desert. That was certainly enough fun for one day.

Scouting

This is a roll for scouting, despite the narrator once again finding a lack of details to explain it. For some reason the drone's expertise in this area just magically becomes a bit more versatile.