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Post by RUBY BROOKS on Jan 12, 2013 14:44:44 GMT -5
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SP: n0 1 d0n7 n33d 4ny h3lp
SP: 90 b4ck 70 wh47 y0u w3r3 d01n9
==> RUBY: Freak out!
No, you really don’t as you watch your cds fly everywhere. You just watch your spirit leave your body. Silently you repeat to yourself, this could be worse this could be worse. This. Could. Be. Worse.
SP: y0u d0n7 s4y
SP: !!!!!!!!
SP: \v/ |-| ‘/ |) 1 |)
==> RUBY: Deep breath now
No, you refuse! These are your precious books! You face starts to redden up in anger. You then look up to wherever Rhea could be at and angry shake your fists up in the air. You then look at the ball of light in wonder, to think coding became real, something to touch. No, that’s a stupid thought, to touch that. Pffft, who even in their right mind would even touch this. After a moment of wonder you whip back to your chat.
SP: 0k 7h3 71m3 l1mi7 1s 10 m1n
SP: 1 n33d 70 f1nd s0m37h1n9 70 pr0707yp3 7h1s l177l3 f1r3r3d b4ll
==> RUBY: Get alchemy dowel
You swiftly move past the glowing ball and put it into your sylladex, keeping it ready for when you need it.
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Post by JUNI DANKREL on Jan 13, 2013 15:09:13 GMT -5
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JUNI: ==> Return to the Mac & Cheese
You begin throwing a multitude of ingredient in the bowl and start stirring ferociously. You head over to the fridge to see what more you can throw in the obviously doesn't belong in this recipe. You then stop to notice a mess in the Kitchen.
==> See what's up.
JUNI: ruby
JUNI: ruby i see you made quiet a mess in there
JUNI: ruby you know you have to clean up that mess
JUNI: whos that friend you have there
JUNI: oh wait
JUNI: is that a toy
JUNI: is that like a bop it or some junk
JUNI: what on earth is that thing
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Post by RHEA MANGOLI on Jan 29, 2013 19:40:33 GMT -5
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TA: uhhh yeah
TA: mila said something about prototyping the ball of light as soon as possible sooooo
TA: i think itd be best if we did that first!
TA: idk what to really put in it tho since mine was prototyped by mila. :/
TA: ummmmmm
TA: i guess just throw in whatever you want! XDDD
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Post by RUBY BROOKS on Feb 6, 2013 18:43:14 GMT -5
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==> RUBY: Take a deep breath
Which is what you do, but it stops midway upon seeing that you have choose. You take a step forward before feeling something hard underneath your boot. You step back and look down and jump back, a broken clock possibly from being thrown on the ground when the items have been deployed. You swoop down and pick it up, feeling its weight in your hand. Once more you sigh, more in disappointment than relief.
==> RUBY: Toss it in?
Once more, no choice? You don’t have time for this and THIS IS STUPID. You toss the small wall clock into the firered ball of doom a bright flash comes from it and tick tock noise emitted from it, it still hovered near you, like it was intentionally annoying you, and it tilted its head to the side as if it was… Curious? You guess, you don’t know you don’t care.
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You decided to ignore it and move back to your room going up to the alchemizer, placing the dowel upon it.
SP: 4f73r 7h1s 7h3r3s n0 7urn1n9 b4ck
SP:…
SP: 1 sh0ldn7 w0rry
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Visual of the codes come back, something seemed fishy here. You don’t know what will happen or what this item will be, not until you hear someone coming to your room.
SP: c0us1n
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Post by JUNI DANKREL on Feb 7, 2013 9:47:10 GMT -5
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JUNI: yes ruby
JUNI: ruby
JUNI: ruby you know i don't like it when you lock me out
JUNI: open up
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Post by RHEA MANGOLI on Feb 8, 2013 20:21:37 GMT -5
TA: okay lookin good! TA: so we got that uh thing prototyped TA: ummmm TA: im not really sure what we do next D: TA: i think were supposed to break something?  ?? but i dont remember what? ? TA: uh one sec!!! ==> RHEA: Consult guide. |
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Post by RUBY BROOKS on Feb 9, 2013 1:16:55 GMT -5
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==> RUBY: Think
Yeah, what could be made to be broken? You rest your hand into your open palm as your prototype rested their hands on your shoulders. You forcefully push them away while clenching your jaw. Not knowing how much time, which you suspect isn’t very much, is left, thanks to the countdown being left in your room. Your head then jerks to your closed door, yep there he was. You had to get him to go away.
RUBY: 90 4w4y jun1
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You smack your forehead, who was this going to hurt. You have a headache now from this stress, despite having two outlets you decide to go for the only one within voice shot.
RUBY: y0u f41l 3d 47 sh0w1n9 l0v3
RUBY: 4ny k1nd
RUBY: y0u c4n7 k33p 4 r3l4710nsh1p
RUBY: 4 h34l7hy 0n3 47 7h47
RUBY: y0ull 4lw4ys b3 4l0n3
RUBY: 4 |_ |/\| 4 ‘/ 2
RUBY: 1 d0n7 3v3n und3rs74nd h0w w3 c0uld b3 r3l473d
RUBY: y0u 7h1nk y0u kn0w w0m3n
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You start to carve out the item that you need. A heart is alchemized, it’s firered gleam, shown in the room. You go and pick it up. Looking out the room, you notice a large, no, humongous rock of fire coming down, this needed to end fast.
RUBY: y0u d0n7
RUBY: 4nd y0ur c00k1n9 sucks
==> RUBY: Throw it already!
You throw the crystallized heart to ground and watch it shatter into a million pieces. You shiver in anger as you look at it, your shoulders heaving up and down in anger. Thinking about it, you do feel a little better now that has happen. You look to the locked door.
Your raged infused face panned out.
Well crap, was all you thought as a bright light surrounded your vision. This was your death.
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Or so you thought.
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?? but i dont remember what?