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Post by Seven on Mar 12, 2009 20:31:01 GMT -5
Thrasymachus blinks, now unwillingly being placed in the limelight. "Well......" he resumes thinking position. "I've never tried making buildings before.....And I'm sure I'd need at least a quick lesson in architecture and engineering to make something that won't collapse on itself..."
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Post by Rojo on Mar 13, 2009 3:16:24 GMT -5
"Exactly," says Rojo smugly, happy he found a flaw in Devon's plan "but prehaps instead we could start with one house and then wait for someone to come across it..."
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Post by Seven on Mar 13, 2009 23:49:21 GMT -5
"Well, isn't that to be assumed? Civilizations are born one structure at a time. And more so, it's not so much the structures as the society itself." Devon does not see how he had a flaw in his plan. After all, he didn't even know Thrasymachus could do anything of the like to begin with. He just imagined building buildings the old-fashioned way. Devon closes his eyes, fixing his collar with a slightly aristocratic air about him. "As for architecture...I suppose I could help on that. I, after all, took a couple classes in drafting and--"
A sudden rumbling. The earth begins to shake, nearly knocking Devon over.
A moment later, a dome house composed of purely natural elements, such as vines and stones, is standing proudly behind Thrasymachus. "Will this suffice?" he asks, motioning to it blandly.
"Erm....I guess...." Devon says quietly, gawking slightly, completely taken off guard.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 14, 2009 5:23:29 GMT -5
Rojo looks at the house with mild interest.
"I suppose it'll work."
Quentin, however, is astonished once again at the Guardian's amazing powers to create things from pure force of will. He had, of course, heard of magic, but not something like this...
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Post by Seven on Mar 14, 2009 11:45:49 GMT -5
Thrasymachus looks at his own work critically. "I suppose I should have made it taller, so it could be seen from a distance away..." Suddenly, the groud shakes again, and an obelisk pierces crust and then the devoid sky. Tall and sharply pointed, surely it could be seen from miles.
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Post by Seven on Mar 14, 2009 21:33:20 GMT -5
((Sorry to double-post, but you have to see this. On account that we were doing it ealier. xkcd.com/244/ )) |
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Post by Rojo on Mar 18, 2009 15:54:55 GMT -5
Rojo nods in agreement.
"Much better," he sniffs loudly.
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Post by Seven on Mar 18, 2009 16:05:08 GMT -5
"Well, it's surely visible..." Devon says, looking up at it.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 20, 2009 10:48:11 GMT -5
Rojo shrugs.
"Looks...elf-y...stones and stuff like that." He casts his hands around in front of him aimlessly, as if it somehow helps express his feelings.
"Yes, well..." Quentin says simply, still oggling like a pervert in a playground.
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Post by Seven on Mar 20, 2009 12:54:56 GMT -5
"Yes, well, its not like there's steel and framework just laying around," Thrasymachus adds in.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 20, 2009 13:02:40 GMT -5
"So what's the inside like?" Quentin asks.
Rojo, meanwhile, has moved over to the wall of the structure and started tapping it, hoping beyond hope to find a weak spot.
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Post by Seven on Mar 20, 2009 13:09:56 GMT -5
"The obelisk, or the house?" Thrasymachus asks, keeping direct eye contact with Quentin, yet also observing Rojo from the corner of his eye.
Devon quietly follows Rojo, smiling sheepishly. "Rojo maybe you shouldn't..."
Suddenly, a vine snaps at Rojo's hand, whipping across it.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 20, 2009 13:14:00 GMT -5
"The house," Quentin replies.
"Ekk...ehek..." Rojo says, shuddering a little with a long red line accross his hand. His nose seems to have disappeared, his eyes turned into black lines and his mouth increased in size tenfold.
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Post by Seven on Mar 20, 2009 13:15:27 GMT -5
Thrasymachus smiles kindly to Quentin. "Excuse me just a moment..." He looks behind his companion, calling to Rojo. "Don't worry, it shouldn't be poisonous! I think!" a look of amusement is transparent behind his apparent worry.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 20, 2009 13:20:49 GMT -5
Rojo's face resumes normality and he glares at the wall of the house. He lifts a hand slightly and it glows the familiar blue. The vine withers and burns away into nothingness. He gives a cruel smile before wiping it off his face and turning to the others.
"No harm done," he says cheerfully, secretly thinking I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you... inside his head whilst smiling politely at Thrasymachus.
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