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Who: Atem and Vector
When: backdated to 01/26
Where: somewhere in ViViD
What: Two old "friends" decided to go all Indiana Jonesing
Rating/Warning: Comic violence?
After and hour or two -- it was hard to tell when the day and night cycle literally reset itself in the span of a few battles -- Atem can tell they're finally nearing the end of their session. The creatures that started as a mild annoyance have grown in strength and frequency to pose a much more considerable threat now and the lush crush of the jungle is slowly thinning as they continue their upward trek. But more than anything, he can feel it in his limbs and counts it in the scrapes and cuts accumulated.
A disembodied chirping first alerts the pharaoh and his companion to the appearance of something up ahead, then they clear the crest of another hill and the not quite sun breaks through the foliage to bath the valley before them in its manufactured light. Rising up from the very middle, a stepped pyramid, so large that it's almost a wonder that anything had obscured it from them before now.
Atem is promptly awe struck for a myriad of reasons, and judging by the sympathy he seeks from Vector, not all of them are good. "Is this supposed to be a joke?"
When: backdated to 01/26
Where: somewhere in ViViD
What: Two old "friends" decided to go all Indiana Jonesing
Rating/Warning: Comic violence?
After and hour or two -- it was hard to tell when the day and night cycle literally reset itself in the span of a few battles -- Atem can tell they're finally nearing the end of their session. The creatures that started as a mild annoyance have grown in strength and frequency to pose a much more considerable threat now and the lush crush of the jungle is slowly thinning as they continue their upward trek. But more than anything, he can feel it in his limbs and counts it in the scrapes and cuts accumulated.
A disembodied chirping first alerts the pharaoh and his companion to the appearance of something up ahead, then they clear the crest of another hill and the not quite sun breaks through the foliage to bath the valley before them in its manufactured light. Rising up from the very middle, a stepped pyramid, so large that it's almost a wonder that anything had obscured it from them before now.
Atem is promptly awe struck for a myriad of reasons, and judging by the sympathy he seeks from Vector, not all of them are good. "Is this supposed to be a joke?"