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 Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 7:40 pm
[A1 entering The Cornfields]
A-One pushed his way through the cornstalks, stepping through about ten rows of corn before turning to the side and moving a little way along the row. There might be an open spot further in, but then again, there might not, and it was about time to take a break. "Here," he decided aloud. "Let's rest for a while."
Shouldn't he be hungry right now? Or thirsty? They'd walked a long way after a fight. But he wasn't either, just tired; a bone-deep tired that made him want to lie down and sleep for a week. He still felt raw from the burst of flames the horse-thing had unleashed on the beach. Should he use his medkit? Would he need it more later? He sighed, very quietly, and waited for the rest of Phoenix Squad to gather in the space between the rows of corn.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 7:44 pm
[A-Two entering the Cornfields!]
A-Two followed A-One silently, staring at the corn around her. Her experience with corn was mostly... memories of tasting it. Butter, salt. Popped, maybe. She'd seen cornstalks in pictures, but she hadn't thought they'd been this large. Like a forest. A really messed-up forest.
She reached up and tugged at an ear of corn with a bemused expression. "Like, I feel like... maybe we, like, should be hungry? But I'm not. Even though there's corn right here." She let the ear snap back into place and flicked a bit of muck off her glove.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 8:57 pm
[A-Nine entering the cornfields]
A-Nine followed after A-One and A-Two and then promptly flopped onto the ground where they stopped. She was tired and they were resting. Sounded like a good plan to her.
Lazily she waited for the rest of the team to appear out of the fog.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 9:29 pm
[A7 is entering the cornfields!]
.. And then they were in the middle of some corn.
"I want a flamethrower. So we can make popcorn. Not that we can eat it. Ugh."
This was an important addition to the conversation.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 9:44 pm
[A-Eleven is Entering the Cornfields]
Between the rows of corn, it seemed like a different world. The beach had been wide and open and the path had been similar. Of course, the fog obscured everything withing a few feet, but still. The fog offered little resistance when you tried to touch it. The corn was different. It was all around, close, and slightly unnerving.
"Popcorn...." she murmured, looking at A-Seven. Something tugged at her memories. "I think I liked popcorn." She smiled wearily under her mask.
She turned to examine a cornstalk. "A short rest sounds good. Who knows what we'll find here."
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 9:59 pm
Distantly, growing louder, and a bit breathless as he now jogged to catch up, singing could be heard, "There's a bright golden haze on the meadow~ There's a bright golden haze on the meadow~ The corn is as high as an elephant's eye, An' it looks like its climbin' clear up to the skyyyyy~! Oh what a beautiful morning, Oh what a beautiful day, I've got a wonderful feeling, Everything's going my way!"
[Z4 has entered the cornfields from the beach!]
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 10:04 pm
A-Two stared at Z-Four, trying to ignore the urge in her head telling her nerd, nerd, omigawd such a nerd why are you even HERE; she reached back and put her gloved hand on her helmet instead, feeling the carvings.
Nerd or no nerd, he was Phoenix, so that made him theirs. "Like, maybe we should be quiet? I bet there's like, six million guys who'll totally kill us if they find us."
Oh god. Maybe there really WERE six million guys. She shrank away from the corn as best she could.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 10:05 pm
[Zeta Eight, entering Camp Corn]
"I will take first shift, if sleep is in order."
Zeta Eight had arrived not too far behind Alpha Seven, approaching the collective and taking a slow look around the group. "The corn provides a great deal of cover," she continued, her eyes coming to rest finally on Alpha One, their indisputable leader, "Not only for us, unfortunately."
They had no idea what dangers lay within the maize. They were out of their element now, if it could have ever been construed that they were in it -- the beach had been their starting point, even if they had only spent a short time there, they had adapted rather quickly. They'd had to, with Death Pony threatening to quickly make their small population extinct. They hadn't seen anything else from the island so far, (she didn't believe in god, so she wouldn't thank him,) but that didn't mean there weren't other creatures lurking. It was smart to keep watch, and set a guard while they were more vulnerable.
And she was eager to use her mace again.
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 11:04 pm
As soon as the group had started to filter in, A7 found a nice bunch of stalks to call his own. He plucked the corn off of the stalks, and then bent them all together. Then he plopped down, smushing the stalks into a pillow as he sat down on them.
"I did too. I don't know why I'm not starvin' for some right now. I would be pullin' my mask off and layin' the smack down on these corn cobs, if I was." He scratched just behind the edge of the mask. "Maybe that's why."
Oh my God, that guy was still singing. A7 slumped down and put his head in his hands. He was so glad for A1, and hoped he would consider her smart advice. "Looks, and smarts. A1's got the whole package, you guys. Now stop that singin'."
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 12:12 am
[A10 ENTERING the cornfields from the BEACH TRAVELING thread]
"Right." Turning to the man whose arm she was holding, A10 gave him a serious look. "When we go in there, we're going to pretend that we're not jealous of A7. Okay? Okay?"
Without waiting for his answer, she carried on talking. "Now, I figure the best way to do this is just skip towards the group, hand in hand. Like.. like a pretty prancing pony. You know, that inn in Bree? Yeah."
To tell the truth, she wasn't completely sure what she was talking about. What inn? It was probably something from before the island... how mysterious. Shaking her head as if she could get rid of that thought, A10 sighed.
"It's really important, okay? Even if no one can see it, you have to keep up a smile. I'm going to make A7 feel so jealous he'll never leave me again."
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 12:18 am
(a-4 entering from travel)
Leaning in close he considered her words quite seriously, "Well, he is a strapping fellow, so it may be a bit difficult to pretend, but I shall do my best!" He gallantly skipped beside the girl, adding an extra swing to their hands, and laughed merrily for effect, "By jove, love! Fellow would have to be a prancing gobble-c**k to let you out of his sights!"
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 12:36 am
A7's head snapped up when the two skipped in, and though they couldn't see it, his eyes narrowed dangerously. As if the singing wasn't bad enough, now these two were banding together in joyful merriment as well?
"Don't you ladies look lovely together?" A7 growled, trying to keep his voice light, and failing miserably.
The only indication A7 gave of his growing rage was the way his hands clenched into tight fists. The rubber gloves made a squeaking sound as his fingers squeezed them.
Still, prancing gobble-c**k? The Doctor was pretty damn hilarious, even when A7 wanted to punch his hilarious face in. That trait alone kept him from losing his cool.
Except, he'd called her love. And that particular fact only sunk in a few moments later.
A7 cracked his knuckles.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 4:34 am
At a-7's words, a-4 paused in his skipping to give them some real consideration. "Well..." he began thoughtfully, "I'd consider myself more the handsome sort, rather than a dandy. Yes, indeed, I'm quite sure I'm handsome." A moment to stew on this a bit and then, "But, you know, I'm not quite sure what sort of handsome I am." Lifting up a-10's hand and giving it a small pat, he asked, "What say you, poppet? Do I seem more the rugged and chiseled Adonis type, or more the dark and mysterious sort of bloke?"
He was, for all intents and purposes, completely serious in this question. He felt the answer could go a long way in determining whether or not he was evil.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 4:45 am
"Don't you ladies look lovely together?"
Oh yes, YES. Mission accomplished. A7 looked so jealous, she couldn't help giggling out loud... but wait. She replayed the scene again in her mind..
Don't you ladies..
She glared at A7. Never mind that he was THAT much taller than her... hell had no fury like a woman scorned, right?
"Tell me now," she snarled. "Which of us is prettier?" To be fair to A7, it was somewhat of a trick question.. they mostly all looked the same, anyway- they were in the same outfits and all. You couldn't even see their faces. But.. it was important that he know how to make her happy. Right? : l
If he didn't.... at least A4 did. She smiled at him when he patted her hand; why couldn't A7 be as gentlemanly?
"I think you're the scholarly type. Like.. like a doctor, y'know? I don't think you're the chiseled type, though, you'd be sparkling under your gas mask otherwise."
She peered into the lenses of his gas mas---- well, what did you know, he WAS sparkling, after all! But... wait. Even A7 seemed to be sparkling... how curious! It was only then that she realised the light was coming from somewhere else; it illuminated the whole of the cornfield.
God, the corn looked good. Dropping A4's hand, she pointed to wherever the light seemed to be coming from.
"Guys... I think we should check that out."
[A10 EXITING to ORP THREAD]
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 4:55 am
A7 seemed to straighten up, just slightly, when the Doctor started asking for A10's opinion. Did everyone seem to forget that they were all in full body uniform? More importantly, did the Doctor seem to forget that he liked being alive, and not punched in the face?
Let's teach him a lesson, shall we?
A7 lurched to his feet, storming towards the duo - and stopped. The reflection of light on their shiny bodysuits was enough of a distraction to keep A7 from pummelling The Doctor's face in.
For now.
He turned around, and got a glimpse of the light, just as A10 noticed it. That was most definitely something worth checking out. At least it wasn't a giant explosive meteor from the sky that turned into a monster horse ready to kill them. Right? Of course not!
Because that would be silly.
A7 turned around, his demeanor vastly improved from before. He gave the Doctor one quick, imposing lean, before he wrapped one arm around A10 and lifted her up against him. Their helmets clanged together as he whispered a low, and dangerous response to her previous question.
"I can't even see you under that mask, and you and I know it. Even so, the answer's you. It's always gonna be you. Now quit playin' around."
He swung the girl around, until she was resting on his back, and carried her off like a knapsack.
"I'm checkin' out the light, boss." He announced to A1 as he passed. "Could be somethin' good."
[A7 exiting for Event ORP!]
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