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[GBU] The Most Dangerous Island || Round 01 - 2“We’re here! Finally...”
The large tree’s trunk spread wider than anyone could see around and was tall enough to reach for low clouds. Ave Maria had her eyes set on climbing the thing since before the competition even started. Visible on Fa’ana Island from a distance, she’d decided it might make a good challenge. And maybe she’d be declared the first to ever do so, too. It was too much an opportunity to resist.
...Well, there was that reason, and then there was also what the announcer lady had said. “It’s a shame surfing and flying aren't allowed, or else I'd have you scout the way for us, Flynn. But at least now I have an excuse to have a look for myself, I guess.” From her shoulder, the swablu tweeted, echoing Ave Maria’s apologetic tone. Next, however, came a squawk that mirrored its trainer's cry of alarm. “Woah!”
“You like to take things literally, don’t you?” Hanging upside down from a
[GBU] The Most Dangerous Island || Round 01 - 1Thirteen individuals milled about the beach, conversing as though the skies overhead were a happy blue and not a grim, overcast gray. Thirteen acquainted themselves with one another, smiled and laughed together, and waited together. And then...
… There was the fourteenth, one Remien “Remix” Dacourix. Off to the side he lay face down, pushing his nose into the sand as he hugged the beach. The Challenger Underground Rail Line trip had been bad; the ferry ride had been worse. Not even faithful Nash could save him from his misery this time. Upon arriving at Fa’ana Island he’d prostrated himself and not moved since.
A fifteenth person joined the already busy beach and soon gathered everyone’s attention. Straining to hear, but refusing to budge all the same, Rem made out something about first aid kits and match-ups. The crowd dispersed in short order and Rem was left to his own devices, which in this case consisted of counting the grains of sand before hi
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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