Post by ~Panzerschurke~ on Jan 31, 2017 4:49:01 GMT
Somewhere on the cliffs a short ways outside the limits of the small community of Beach City, a lonely slab of polished marble, cut in the shape of a hexagon lay sleepily in the grasses that grew on the bluffs overlooking the sand, and the waves beyond. The shimmering surface began to hum and then lit with a soft whitish glow as an azure beam of light channeled down through the late afternoon sky and impacted on the glassy surface. As the beam dissipates the figure of the traveler is a femme, a pinch over 6 ft tall with a rough and tumble look bout her... actually.. to put it in as few words as possible, she looks like hell.
Her day spend on Mask Island had ended up in nothing short of an emotional catastrophe combined with a brawl and an incident with the bastard child of a boxing glove and a miter saw, and judging from the torn up appearance modifiers and periodically glitching, damaged body projection beneath it, and the overall pained and fatigued distant gaze on her face, Carbide the prototype Heavy Scout had had better afternoons. Stepping sorely off the pad and onto the grass, she seemed to be moving almost like stricken battleship... not about to sink, but bearing all the battle damage of being strafed by bombers or cannon fire. She was a durable gem but there was not mistake about it, she was tired.
As she walked the afternoon's events kept playing over and over in her head. She never thought that finding her lost friend Agate, would come about in such a wrenching and shocking manner, and even though She and Octy were still standing, and had managed to collect some massive geode samples for analysis, the day still felt like some sort of defeat. So now here she was walking almost as if on auto pilot, gazing at everything and nothing until the lights of the city in the distance drew near and beyond it the towering cliff that hid the main body of the Crystal Gem's temple. She had come all this way, back near to civilization, humans and gems and for why? She was feeling all churned up inside and wanted nothing more than to just throw all of her problems into the sea and be done with it, but alas such things are not so easily discarded. Other things though... they can be made to go into the sea.. things like driftwood logs..
Her shoulders had dropped in a huff and her gaze along with them, glimpsing a chunk of large drift wood a good 8 or 10 feet long and 9 inches around, bark worn away by the sand and tides and bleached white by the sun.. it.. IT.. IT could fuck right the fuck off right about now!! And then, almost without any cognitive thought, the heavy scout turned on her heels and with a toothy growl, bent down and siezed the log with both hands and threw it, end over end, sand flung in a wide arc, out into the waves, beyond human sight, the sudden outburst of action fueled with frustrated and angry .. "GRRRRRAAAAAHHHHhh!!..." A sound which likely carried through the town and beyond followed by a much softer 'thud' as she lowered herself to her knees in the sand.
Her day spend on Mask Island had ended up in nothing short of an emotional catastrophe combined with a brawl and an incident with the bastard child of a boxing glove and a miter saw, and judging from the torn up appearance modifiers and periodically glitching, damaged body projection beneath it, and the overall pained and fatigued distant gaze on her face, Carbide the prototype Heavy Scout had had better afternoons. Stepping sorely off the pad and onto the grass, she seemed to be moving almost like stricken battleship... not about to sink, but bearing all the battle damage of being strafed by bombers or cannon fire. She was a durable gem but there was not mistake about it, she was tired.
As she walked the afternoon's events kept playing over and over in her head. She never thought that finding her lost friend Agate, would come about in such a wrenching and shocking manner, and even though She and Octy were still standing, and had managed to collect some massive geode samples for analysis, the day still felt like some sort of defeat. So now here she was walking almost as if on auto pilot, gazing at everything and nothing until the lights of the city in the distance drew near and beyond it the towering cliff that hid the main body of the Crystal Gem's temple. She had come all this way, back near to civilization, humans and gems and for why? She was feeling all churned up inside and wanted nothing more than to just throw all of her problems into the sea and be done with it, but alas such things are not so easily discarded. Other things though... they can be made to go into the sea.. things like driftwood logs..
Her shoulders had dropped in a huff and her gaze along with them, glimpsing a chunk of large drift wood a good 8 or 10 feet long and 9 inches around, bark worn away by the sand and tides and bleached white by the sun.. it.. IT.. IT could fuck right the fuck off right about now!! And then, almost without any cognitive thought, the heavy scout turned on her heels and with a toothy growl, bent down and siezed the log with both hands and threw it, end over end, sand flung in a wide arc, out into the waves, beyond human sight, the sudden outburst of action fueled with frustrated and angry .. "GRRRRRAAAAAHHHHhh!!..." A sound which likely carried through the town and beyond followed by a much softer 'thud' as she lowered herself to her knees in the sand.