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Post by Honeystorm on Sept 29, 2021 2:07:23 GMT -5
Today was one of Apollo's worse days, but that was okay. If nothing else, he had a bunch of vines to mess with today. Which didn’t seem like much, naturally. Except it at least gave the Guider something to do when he couldn’t really walk far. Today he was just twisting and turning it, weaving it into a makeshift basket. He wanted to get some mice like DayClan had and raise them, or to have a garden further from the water’s edge, but for that, he needed a more efficient way to carry water than moss, where half of it could drip out by the time he got where he was going. He had the basic idea down… but he had to figure out how to make this waterproof when all was said and done. Of course... things were sort of bleak lately. What with an explosion and the tunnels half flooded now...
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POSTEDNov 1, 2021 20:17:36 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
"Looks like I'm not the only one less than pleased with our situation. Least they gave you something to do. They wouldn't even give me anything, something about how I should just sit around and mope, I guess. Between you and me, I think the powers that be are happy to have an excuse for me to bug off." meowed the Sentinel as she limped over, careful that her paw never touched the earth. "Mind if I join you in doing... whatever... this is?" she asked, before sitting down next to him, giving him absolutely no room to tell her that no, he probably didn't want to deal with her. No one did, not since the explosion. If Gossamer normally made herself someone else's problem, she was working overdrive. With little else to do now that she couldn't do much other than hang out where the guiders had set up shop, she was becoming more and more annoying than normal. Pain, it seemed, made her even less tolerable than she normally was, which was saying something, because normally, she was pretty damn intolerable.
"Maybe if you stopped trying to work so much, you'd heal enough to actually be given work. Crazy, I know." Apollo mused, his breath a slight wheeze as he let out a half laugh. "But sure, I suppose. I'm trying to make something to carry water. Not having much luck though."
