06-20-2017, 07:33 PM
And just like that, another package just for him. This one was in rather beat up cardboard box, with the words 'for whichever idiot may find this, I hope it finds you terribly' written on a little note stuck to the side with tape. Gamzee opens it up, and pockets his newest find.
*grrrwwlll*
Ah, fuck. He swear he just ate. What was this shit? Gamzee puts a hand on his belly, trying to soothe its rumblin-
Huh. That's weird. His tummy was not rumbly. Come to think of it, he really wasn't that hungry either.
fwsh-shwif
Something was padding ever so softly along behind Gamzee. A little rustle, here and there, a little disturbance in the bushes, there and here. Something was following him. He could no longer here the twitter of birds or the croaking of frogs or the chirping of insects. Just silence, as if the jungle itself was waiting for something interesting to happen - and then something interesting happened. Gamzee turns around, eyes scanning for any sort of disturbances in the Mirth, only to be greeted by a pair of luminous yellow eyes, not unlike his own.
"...Sup," Gamzee says, with a friendly little wave.
Rawr, says the jaguar, as it bursts through the fu- OH HOLY SHIT!
Suddenly, the music of life and nature return to the forest as a jungle cat begins his chase. The injured High Blood takes off at a dead sprint, or as much as he can with his leg as numbed as it was. He was practically using his staff to pole vault across the terrain, not unlike one of the monkeys that often played in the canopies above. He ignores the biting, cringe-inducing grating feeling of his knee threatening to lock up and takes off at a sprint, not sure where he's going just hopping and treading and juking and spinning and *WHUMPF*
He is sent tumbling down a natural drop off, banging his head on every branch, root, and tree trunk possible on his way down. His spinning world finally comes to a slow yet dizzying stop at the bottom of a rather large incline. He lies flat on his back, pack and staff beside him, staring up at the clouds. The jaguar peers over the 50 foot drop, and decides that this particularly lanky morsel was not worth the trouble.
Gamzee sits straight up, promptly bonking his head on yet another item drop. This one's parachute got tangled in the branches above, and was dangling from the tree like a prize at a carnival game.
*grrrwwlll*
Ah, fuck. He swear he just ate. What was this shit? Gamzee puts a hand on his belly, trying to soothe its rumblin-
Huh. That's weird. His tummy was not rumbly. Come to think of it, he really wasn't that hungry either.
fwsh-shwif
Something was padding ever so softly along behind Gamzee. A little rustle, here and there, a little disturbance in the bushes, there and here. Something was following him. He could no longer here the twitter of birds or the croaking of frogs or the chirping of insects. Just silence, as if the jungle itself was waiting for something interesting to happen - and then something interesting happened. Gamzee turns around, eyes scanning for any sort of disturbances in the Mirth, only to be greeted by a pair of luminous yellow eyes, not unlike his own.
"...Sup," Gamzee says, with a friendly little wave.
Rawr, says the jaguar, as it bursts through the fu- OH HOLY SHIT!
Suddenly, the music of life and nature return to the forest as a jungle cat begins his chase. The injured High Blood takes off at a dead sprint, or as much as he can with his leg as numbed as it was. He was practically using his staff to pole vault across the terrain, not unlike one of the monkeys that often played in the canopies above. He ignores the biting, cringe-inducing grating feeling of his knee threatening to lock up and takes off at a sprint, not sure where he's going just hopping and treading and juking and spinning and *WHUMPF*
He is sent tumbling down a natural drop off, banging his head on every branch, root, and tree trunk possible on his way down. His spinning world finally comes to a slow yet dizzying stop at the bottom of a rather large incline. He lies flat on his back, pack and staff beside him, staring up at the clouds. The jaguar peers over the 50 foot drop, and decides that this particularly lanky morsel was not worth the trouble.
Gamzee sits straight up, promptly bonking his head on yet another item drop. This one's parachute got tangled in the branches above, and was dangling from the tree like a prize at a carnival game.
Quote:Moving from B3 to B9, initiating another Item search.
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Never Falter in the Face of Infinity.
-Tearan Wover