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TEOCUITLATL: SQUARE G3

Nov 25, 2007 19:59

Despite having a stretch of sand in the north and south east of the square, most of this section is dense jungle. The trees start out thin in the east, with many flowers and smaller plants littering the ground to start. However, as one ventures further in the smaller plants disappear as more trees take over the land and block the sun out ( Read more... )

thread, ≠ synchron fon elemni, ≠ teocuitlatl, ≠ yurika doujima, ≠ arietta

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emptytraits November 26 2007, 02:36:52 UTC

[From here.]

If there was one thing that Sync had been expecting from the rain forest it was the feeling of misery that it imposed upon anyone who was insane enough to wander in its depths. Of course, Sync couldn’t say it was miserable or else it’d shoot off some man points that he seriously needed to regain after the Ball.

Though it wasn’t like he hadn’t been in worse conditions, but just because he’d been through worse didn’t mean he’d have to like this either.

Even now beads of sweat poured down the side of his forehead, forcing him to reach his hand forward and wipe the droplets off before continuing his way, but he kept his trek onwards anyway.

bloodinherwater November 26 2007, 03:04:33 UTC

This was why clothes were really a nuisance. They became hot and sticky and stuck to the body in a horrible way. Why humans were always so intent on wearing them Arietta could not understand. They also kept on getting snagged on the vegetation here, even if they did protect her skin from the cuts she would have endured otherwise. But she was starting to think that that might be preferable to being stuck. Maybe she could get rid of these clothes sometime later...

He had been vague in his answer before, but Arietta decided not to pursue it, instead asking. "Where are we going first?" The island had seemed large from the air, so they had a lot of ground to cover. Ah, that reminded her. She paused, taking out the knife and scratched away a small section of bark on a tree. She didn't make it into an arrow or any sort of symbol; the most important thing about markers was that no one else was supposed to know it was a marker. It would be a marker for Sync and her alone.

emptytraits November 26 2007, 03:35:40 UTC

Even though they were fussing about with the different varieties of plants that were pressed together Sync still kept an eye on Arietta, making sure not to tear his sights away from her for even a minute despite being somewhat cramped against one another. Her question was a difficult one to answer, especially since the island was largely unmapped.

"Anywhere is good." Sync started as he breathed out a frustrated sigh. "We don't even know what the treasure is, so we need to keep an eye out for anything that doesn't fit."

It was a good thing that Arietta was marking up their path, making sure to memorize the portion of jungle they resided in so they'd have an easier time getting back to the ship when they do find it. His pace remained constant as he glanced about the dense brush, carefully pushing away the thin stalks and holding them out for the latter to squeeze through.

If there were pirates wandering about then it was better not to leave a trail for them.

bloodinherwater November 26 2007, 03:45:46 UTC

"What if there really isn't one?" Arietta asked as she stepped through the small opening Sync had made for them. Even with her small size moving through this dense forest was difficult. She had to be careful not to wear herself out too quickly. Then she wouldn't be any help to Sync at all.

She didn't really care about the treasures anyway. She was only here because she had to be here. Sync was here too, so that definitely made things easier to endure, but still this whole treasure business was annoying.

"Ah!" Arietta said, pointing out the ruins, "That doesn't fit." Whether it was treasure or not would remain to be seen. Like Sync said, they didn't know what they were looking for, really.

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layersoflazy November 26 2007, 09:40:35 UTC

(from H3 ( ... )

in which Doujima whines layersoflazy December 3 2007, 03:18:43 UTC

(After the bit above in the thread)

Doujuma had let go of the dimwits arm and was trudging doggedly ahead, towards what her compass told her was the southwest. Her eyes were ahead, watching for any other little local nasty that might appear, and in her mind played the mental cadance I hate the BAF. I hate the BAF. She hated jungles. She hated four-eyed imcompatant partners. She hated people who didn't care if thier crewmates got hurt, even if thier crew mates were layabouts and thier four-eyed imcompatant partners. (She had no delusions about herself or what the crew thought of her) And she hated mosquitos. She slapped one ( ... )