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Post by Seven on Feb 24, 2009 16:04:04 GMT -5
"I can't make a sun." Thrasymachus raised his eyebrows. "But you needn't worry. I created the plants to not need light. Only soil and water.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 24, 2009 16:06:32 GMT -5
"Oh, very well then."
Quentin taps his chin.
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Post by Seven on Feb 24, 2009 16:07:19 GMT -5
"What do we next?"
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Post by Rojo on Feb 24, 2009 16:09:36 GMT -5
"I don't know...I suppose you could shape the world as you see fit..."
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Post by Seven on Feb 24, 2009 16:11:44 GMT -5
"Does the world need to be shaped?"
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Post by Rojo on Feb 24, 2009 16:14:54 GMT -5
He shrugs.
"I suppose so..."
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Post by Seven on Feb 24, 2009 16:17:24 GMT -5
"Fine, fine. I suppose so. I'm going to pass out after this..." he mutters, bending to the ground. He concentrates, since this is going to be quite strenuous, and starts to form a landscape...
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Post by Rojo on Feb 24, 2009 16:19:12 GMT -5
Slowly, ever so slowly, after a good few seconds, the tip of some large obstruction starts to form...
((Take it away, Seven!))
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Post by Seven on Feb 24, 2009 16:24:54 GMT -5
((The 1812 Overture starts playing. *grins*))
((....Take it away? Am I suppose to go into detail what the landscape looks like? Or are you thinking that something is going to pop out of the white-antiverse?))
A canyon begins to form with a river flowing beneath it. The land becomes jagged and realisitc with hills and valleys.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 24, 2009 16:27:12 GMT -5
((*dances*))
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Post by Seven on Feb 24, 2009 20:52:24 GMT -5
He stops, letting out a tired breath. "That is all I can manage without over exhausting myself." The beginnings of an extensive landscape lay before them.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 25, 2009 6:23:01 GMT -5
Quentin gasps in amazement, bending over to caress the grass near his feet with the back of his fingers.
"This is so surreal..."
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Post by Seven on Feb 25, 2009 17:41:02 GMT -5
"I suppose it was not at all so surreal where I came from..." He gently lowers himself onto the grass, laying down to rest. Creating a world is hard work.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 26, 2009 3:34:44 GMT -5
"Really? I think it would be a difficult place to live if everyone could do what you could do..."
He sits down, arms hugging his knees and seeming almost child-like despite his serious suit.
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Post by Seven on Feb 26, 2009 8:42:18 GMT -5
Thrasymachus pauses thoughtfully. "I suppose it was a difficult place to live..." he muses. "But then again, if everyone has the same abilities, we would check and balance each other out, no?"
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