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Post by Shrapnel on Jun 10, 2007 14:53:35 GMT -5
"Sure, sure." Shrapnel transformed back into robot-mode and gathered an armful of brush - sticks, leaves, things that live in sticks and leaves, and more than a little of the swamp muck.
The rain was hard enough now that it beat leaves off of his dinner before he got under cover, but get under cover he did. He promptly dropped his brush off to the far side of the space and burrowed in to eat.
OOC: Okay, on the next Shrapnel post, I'm timeskipping to morning.
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Post by Demolishor on Jun 10, 2007 17:57:55 GMT -5
Demolishor bent the metal of the open door back and crawled into the building, shifting over to make room for Skybyte. Several tables and odd devices crunched under him as he curled up in the corner, although it was too dark to see what exactly he was sitting on. At least they were out of the storm now, and relatively secure.
Providing that the structure didn't cave in on them before the night was over or someone didn't roll over in their sleep and knock the whole place over.
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Post by Shrapnel on Jun 10, 2007 21:58:34 GMT -5
The storm raged all through the night, lightning and thunder much too close for most people's peace of mind, and Shrapnel ate down his pile of brush.
If anyone awoke in the middle of the night, they would notice that the brush was gone and the door of the structure was slightly open. If they looked outside, they would see Shrapnel cavorting in the storm.
Wind whipped through the swamp, stripping leaves and small branches off, weakening larger branches until they too fell, and pushing saplings to lean awkwardly.
Shrapnel capered in the lashing rain, a fierce grin on his face. Lightning flashed, struck his horns, and he laughed amidst the exultant roar of thunder.
This was what someone might see in the night. In the morning, there was nothing to see at all.
Shrapnel was gone.
And so Shrapnel exits stage left. The ground-based Decepticon will be along to pick up Demolishor and Sky-Byte in the "Groundbound Party" thread. Feel free to post here until they get to where you are, though.
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Post by Demolishor on Jun 11, 2007 11:28:16 GMT -5
Demolishor slept well and hard that night, thunder aside. He would have been woken up by any sort of physical contact, but his audials were firmly offline. If they hadn't been, he'd never have gotten any rest.
"Yo," he said sleepily as he rolled over, crushing a few other tables and hedge trimmers as he moved. A cannister broke beneath him, spilling out several gallons of an odd yellowy liquid, but Demolishor paid it no mind. The scene was a little more normal than it had been last night.
"...well, I ain't surprised."
The cybershark was still there, doing his cybershark thing, but the freaky bug was nowhere to be seen. Demolishor stumbled outside and looked at the wreckage left behind by the storm, noting a number of footprints in size Shrapnel that had been left under the trees. The loony had probably run off during the night, and more likely than not gotten himself struck by lightening and fallen into quicksand. Demolishor didn't plan on wasting time looking for his corpse.
"C'mon, Sky-byte. Starscream'll probably be moving out soon and we need to move towards him. Not like I'm looking forward to seeing him, but there's strength in numbers--and we're down to two right now."
And they moved on.
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