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Post by Ramulus on May 4, 2009 4:11:54 GMT -5
Keeping up, Ramulus absolutely, positively, does not agree that the creature looked like it had ‘evil intentions’, but for the heck of it “you..... can never be to sure” he settles.
Continuing in his own merry way, the Maximal threads after Mayday, scanners prodding at the obtrusion in the landscape well before he can see it for himself. When he does start to see it, his jaw drops just that slightly a bit. “Wow...”
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on May 4, 2009 10:33:45 GMT -5
With a small squeal, Mayday transforms and prances into the construction site, though admittedly it's a little hard to tell well exactly the forest ends and the building site begins. Much of the surrounding plant life has been left intact, to be cleared out as needed, the site starting from a natural clearing and expanding from there. The area is pleasantly shady, with makeshift camouflage nets stretched overhead between the rather massive trees.
It's what lies below the nets that interests Mayday: large sections of ship sit patiently on the forest floor, along with accompanying squadrons of smaller pieces, all waiting for a loving hand to start piecing them together. His hands twitching with the urge to commence doing so, Mayday practically dances in place, while calling back to Ramulus, "If you think this is impressive, wait until it's complete! This isn't even the half of it."
Oh, his massive, gorgeous darling, how he longs to see you in you whole and perfect completion. But first, cleanliness. Whipping out his usual array of cleaning implements, Mayday proceeds to give himself a thorough full-body cleaning.
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Post by Ramulus on May 7, 2009 3:54:02 GMT -5
Interestingly new. Ramulus steps around observing the various parts of ship-in-making after settling down his quarry. "I hope it's done soon" he murmurs. Then he turns to Mayday, briefly bewondering the bots ability to pull out cleaning sprays into infinity. He motions around him, "it all looks great, from a layman's point of view"
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on May 7, 2009 9:49:19 GMT -5
"Define 'soon'," Mayday says with a small giggle then sobers up. "We'll have to pick up the pace the bigger it gets. Eventually it's going to get reeeally difficult to even try to keep it hidden. Then we're probably going to have to get it into space as quick as possible. Which is where a ship belongs anyway."
Eyeing the incomplete ship, one of his optics twitches. Stashing away his cleaning supplies again - there is always room for cleaning sprays! - he prances over to one of the sections and hefts up a smaller part. "Don't worry, darling, I'll have you up in space in no time!"
Carrying the part over to where it belongs, he flips his plasma torch out of his arm and begins welding it in place, all the while humming a cheerful tune.
OOC: I guess we can wrap this up soon if nothing drastic suddenly happens?
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Post by Ramulus on May 8, 2009 11:34:30 GMT -5
Nodding, he waves at Mayday, cradling his stuff once more, "good luck, and I'll catch you around later, Mayday!"
With that, the faunformer turns, and begins to sink away into the woods, off to wherever he was actually going.
-------------------------------------- Yish, pretty much all covered, right?
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