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Post by Rieev on Sept 15, 2012 21:18:06 GMT -8
The outside of the Asylum is filled with eerie woods and a few wild monsters such as untamed Hellhounds, Devil Monkeys, and even some Poltergeists. There's only one path, and that goes from the port to the Asylum. The shoreline of the island is filled with nothing but rocks and the only way to leave is through boat.
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Post by Helix on Sept 24, 2012 10:34:41 GMT -8
Without a fuss, Moortimier made his way out of the only doors out of the Asylum: the ones that led to the port that brought them there. It was strange indeed to be let free so easily and yet faced with an impossible getaway. The port only operated once a week, after everyone has already been brought inside after dinner. The only person that left the island was the boat's captain and very small crew. There was also a rumor that a leviathan had taken a liking to the Asylum's location and has taken an abode in the nearby waters. Moortimier has yet to see it surface in the ten months he's had the job.
Others from the Pit were out there with him, but they weren't allowed to interact while working. It made the only noise being the water on the shore and the rustling of picking up the trash that escaped the sewer or had floated from the mainland. The silence was rather nice though, along with the fresh air and open sky. It was almost necessary for Moortimier, especially since plants don't do very well without sunlight.
Once at his place, he extended his roots out to a length of ten feet, creating vine-like appendages that broke out of the ground and served to aerate the soil and grab the stray trash. His body was immobilized when he did this since he was stuck in the ground, but it was certainly much more efficient than using his short, twiggy arms.
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Post by Rieev on Sept 25, 2012 10:30:24 GMT -8
"Get your fat asses moving, already- I want to see nothing but rock, dirt, and sticks by the end of the shift! If you step on some animal, kill it, eat it, and throw the bones if you have to." A dragon guard, Raptor, ordered, flying around and watching the inmates. A little tired, Raptor settled himself back on the ground and leaned against a tree. He snorted when he saw Moortimier actually picking up stuff.
"Of course, tree golems are the only ones who give a shit about their environment." The dragon suddenly heard rustling and giggling behind him and was immediately startled, chills running up his spine. "What the fuck!?" Raptor turned around and blew a fire in the direction where he heard the giggling, burning a couple trees and bushes. "Quit hiding and show your face! You can't fool me- only Pit dwellers are allowed outside!" He yelled, smoke coming out of his nostrils as he breathed heavily.
After a minute of silence, the chill died down and Raptor inhaled and exhaled again. "Must have been another poltergeist- damn things. You'd think if some inmate died here they'd move on instead of sticking around."
Raptor turned to Moortimier and growled, "Hey, tree golem- get over here and clean this mess up!" With a few curse words under his breath, Raptor flapped his wings and flew back up.
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Post by Helix on Sept 25, 2012 11:31:19 GMT -8
"For fuck's sake! You can't just use fire like that, some of these trees are too dry for your nonsense," Moortimier replied angrily. Dragons always go around like they own the damn place, except for the non-fire breathers that were dwellers in his forest. If Raptor hadn't been a guard, he would have certainly acted out physically instead of verbally. He retracted his roots from where he was and lurched to the damaged site, his leg braces clanking as he went.
After one last sideways glare at the guard, he began to uproot the bushes, shaking out the ashes and then burying the rest deep in the ground. The plants would be better off naturally composting as mulch than being thrown out. The trees would be harder though. He shook their trunks to let debris fall out but left them mostly intact. They'd either fall over by themselves in a storm or start recovering slowly. He tilled the rest of the soil to reduce the scorching. It ended up a lot more of a tedious task than Moort was expecting, and was rather fatigued when he finished.
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Post by Rieev on Sept 26, 2012 10:29:32 GMT -8
The poltergeist that frightened Raptor let out another giggle as he watched Moortimier clean up the mess. It decided to play around more and said "Whoops- didn't think I'd scare him like that!" while imitating Puck's voice, knowing full well the Tree Golem was acquainted with the sandman.
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Post by Helix on Sept 27, 2012 20:59:25 GMT -8
Moortimier would have perked his ears, if he had any. He could have sworn he heard...He looked around furiously, trying to catch a glimpse from where the noise came from. He was hoping the exertion wasn't driving him mad. He backed away slowly from the location, keeping the noise he made to a minimum to see if he might hear the voice again.
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Post by Rieev on Sept 30, 2012 11:14:46 GMT -8
The poltergeist laughed once more, continuing to talk in Puck's voice. He wanted to see how far he could go to piss off the tree golem. Yesterday he sent an Ogre on a rampage with his taunts- the big guy was thrown into the ocean and eaten by whatever was hiding there. What would this guy do?
"Poor Moort. The big fella' just wants to save Mother Nature from big mean creatures like him. What bullshit. Nothing you do helps. In fact everything you do just makes things worse. That's why you're in this crapsack of an Asylum to begin with."
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Post by Helix on Oct 1, 2012 15:15:42 GMT -8
"Hey, you bastard," he said, loud enough just so this disembodied voice would hear him but no one else on the beach could. At this point he had presumed it was Puck from within the walls, though he seemed to be acting somewhat differently. He usually tends to mock face to face. "I don't know what's gone into your fucking head today leaving your post and pulling this crap out of nowhere, but I'll do whatever I want. I'm here because I attacked a campsite and wasn't good enough to take them down, not because I failed Gaia, you hear me? People like you are the pitiful ones." Though the conversation would have usually gone longer, Moortimier was simply not in the mood for this and walked away in a huff. He cared about doing his job, thank you very much.
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Post by Rieev on Oct 3, 2012 11:22:55 GMT -8
Hours flew by as the inmates worked at their jobs. It is now around 4:00 PM and those who have been working hard have become weary.
"ATTENTION. ATTENTION. IT IS FOUR'O CLOCK. SHIFTS ARE COMING TO A CLOSE. ALL GUARDS MUST LOOK OVER THEIR INMATE'S WORK AND MAKE THEIR APPROVAL. ONCE AGAIN, IT IS FOUR'O-CLOCK. ALL SHIFTS ARE COMING TO A CLOSE."
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Post by Rieev on Oct 3, 2012 11:24:16 GMT -8
Raptor landed right by Moortimier and looked over the area of the forest he was assigned to. "Alright, tree guy, you can go back in. Just make sure not to crush anything because then I'll force you to stay and clean it up. You don't want to be in these woods at night, man."
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Post by Helix on Oct 3, 2012 15:36:42 GMT -8
"I think I could manage," Moortimier said under his breath. He could just stand perfectly still and pretend he was a real tree, and just fall asleep. It would be even more comfortable than being in the pit after all. In his regular voice, he replied, "I certainly couldn't do as much damage as you could," hoping to get the message across with the double compliment/insult. Though they often get different guards around the island's perimeter, whenever Raptor was in charge it always made his sap boil. He took one last big breath of fresh air before he marched back into the Asylum. He wondered what might happen if he did force them to leave him outside for a night...and continued on his way.
[exit]
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Post by Rieev on Oct 14, 2012 21:38:15 GMT -8
"Attention all Guards, Sleeping Time is approaching. All inmates must be in their cells within 30 Minutes. I repeat, all inmates not in operation must be in their cells in 30 minutes. Inmates found outside their respective cells after time is up will be dealt with personally."
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Post by Rieev on Nov 1, 2012 10:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Jack on Nov 1, 2012 15:35:12 GMT -8
The gray giant stood motionless on the bleak shores around the asylum staring out over the water, her golden eyes unblinking. Those near enough to hear the soft tune coming from her throat might note that it had taken on a sad tone. Her face was completely blank. She awaited her orders.
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Post by Rieev on Nov 1, 2012 15:48:39 GMT -8
Raptor flew around the island, making sure that all the Pit members that were assigned to clean up were outside and ready. He just got notice from Campe that a few Pit members wouldn't be available due to "special circumstance." Raptor didn't ask for any details, because what Campe says, she means, and you can't question that.
The humanoid wyvern spotted Emim standing by the shoreline and roared at her. "Hey, giant-angel thing, get off there! You're only allowed to stay in the forest, unless told otherwise! Remember, if you can't see a tree in every direction you turn, you're not at your post! Now get cleaning, Wolfe left a bunch of carcasses from last night's hunt, and we don't need that smell or any poltergeists possessing them!"
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