Fourth Stroke

[mother_sunlight]

[[Action Post]]

If you're wandering around the castle, particularly near the outer wall, you might hear...

...explosions.

Yup, it's Ammy again, drawing up a batch of her Cherry Bombs and blowing a giant hole in a small part of the castle, digging up and carrying out big chunks of marble to try and expose what she hopes is fresh soil underneath.

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[boobclocks]

...Is this what you had in mind when you said you were going to make a garden?

[mother_sunlight]

[Ammy looks up at Zero, panting and wagging her tail.]

[boobclocks]

I'll take that as a yes. Just... be careful not to damage any of the structural bits, okay? Don't want anything falling on you.

[mother_sunlight]

[Ammy barks in acknowledgement. She uses her new reflector to attack and smash one of the larger chunks of now detached marble into pieces, picking a wedge up with her jaw and carrying it out of the way, dropping it quickly because fff it was heavy, even for her.]

[money_duck]

What! Is! That! Racket!!

[mother_sunlight]

[Have another MASSIVE EXPLOSION as three more cherry bombs appear out of thin air and BLOW THE WALL TO PIECES.]

[money_duck]

GOOD GRIEF! We're under attack!! Bah, that good-for-nothing clown must have left the back door unlocked again!

[mother_sunlight]

[And from the smoke and debris? Ammy! Carrying a chunk of marble. She drops it in a pile, then goes back and picks another piece up. At this point, there's a good patch of dirt going where there was once an empty room!]

[caused_a_ruckus]

*Vile seems strangely pleased by this.*

[mother_sunlight]

[Ammy takes a quick break after a while, having gotten a five foot patch of dirt going. After a minute, she causes plants to start growing in the soil, wagging her tail at her first accomplishment.]

[hotpodsplz]

The hell was that?

[mother_sunlight]

[And yet another cherry bomb, APPEARING IN THIN AIR IN FRONT OF YOU.]

[hotpodsplz]

*Explosives from nowhere? How bemusing. Gig stares at it, gives it a little kick... and sure enough, it goes kablooey. With enough force to knock Mr. High and Mighty right onto his hiney. Ow. Gig's more nonplussed than wounded -- he's dealt with worse before, and even god-bombs don't have enough juice to blow a god to bits. Still... that had more force than he'd expected. He props an elbow up on one knee, resting his face in his hand.*

Hey, dog. You the one making these things?

[mother_sunlight]

[Ammy looks over, a little surprised to see him. Didn't see you there! Oh, oops, you're looking a little worse for wear. Sry.]