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Post by originalsin on Jul 26, 2012 23:21:38 GMT -6
==> Luna: What time is it? [/size][/b] BONDING TIME! You've somehow ended up in a world that is- you know what? This place is filthy. Your heart is literally on the verge of bursting for how disgusting unkempt everything is. The smog, the broken stuff, the- oh good lord those are fireflies. Why are they so adorable?! You momentarily forget what it is you were doing, but you quickly remember, as it is not something you would usually forget.
Lela is in danger. She always is, real or imagined, it doesn't matter. You can practically smell the bloodlust coming off of these oh so adorable insects. You can especially smell it emanating from the black things that have been chasing you down for the last half hour. They're filthy, so you haven't been able to bring yourself to touch them. All you can do is run through the streets looking for your baby.
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LUNA: Lela!!!!!!!!!!
LUNA: Where are you!?!?!?!?!
LUNA: Mommy's coming!!!!!!!!
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Post by lelia on Jul 28, 2012 13:18:21 GMT -6
==> Lela: Abscond. [/size][/b] You've popped the imp infested popsicle stand that you call your house. Which, unfortunately wasn't as successful of a maneuver as you had thought it to be. Now instead of the weaker imps that you had felt almost sorry for as you killed them, you faced the big guns. The ones that had sucked up all the shit that everyone else had prototyped and gotten the good stuff.
You finish one off with your trusty chainsaw and keep running, hopefully in the direction of your mother. You could hear her even over the angry southern garble of the imps. Knowing her shes probally flipping out over the mess of the land and all the blood splatters. You feel a bit guilty for leaving her alone in such conditions.
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LELA: mom!
LELA: im over here!
LELA: im sorry for leaving you.
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Post by originalsin on Jul 30, 2012 19:23:44 GMT -6
==> Luna: Hear screams of injured child [/size][/b] Oh, the imagined horrors! You hear Lela screeching in pain somewhere in the distance, this will not do. Not. At. All. A long line of buildings, adorable fireflies, and filthy monsters stands between you and your potentially injured child, needless to say you do not take well to all of these obstructions.
You start into a sprint, which quickly becomes flash stepping, which escalates into you quite literally throwing imps out of your path. Before too long you spot Lela, although she is still some distance away you feel like one more string of flash steps will put you within motherly hugging range.
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LUNA: Don't worry, baby!!!!!!!!!!
LUNA: Mommy's coming!!!!!
You start off towards Lela once again, and before long you just kind of grab her off her feet and hold her as tightly as humanly possible.
[/justify][/size] LUNA: Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god!!!!!!!! LUNA: Are you alright!? Are you okay?! Are you hurt!!  LUNA: Tell mommy where it hurts!!! LUNA: STOP PANICKING, LELA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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