Bad Luck Andie III [Badlands Treasure Roll - Complete]

[Andrea Thaddeus]

some coincidences are deliberate

not really / 4 | 4 for November. December is going to be an interesting month. / 261

Who knew that it was going to be her last attempt at going through the Badlands—at least for this month of November, anyway? She’d never heard another word about those unverified rumors circulating of several so-called “new variations” of marbles; so she’d decided to dismiss it and just proceed to the excavation site as early as she could manage. She was a bit surprised to see that even if it was just the middle of the month, there was still quite the decent turnout—were they still chasing the rumors of the “unverified” marbles? She could only shrug as she slipped on her shades and a comfortable newsboy cap on her head as she then fell in line, applying sun block all over her exposed arms and legs while the line itself moved slowly.

Once she’d arrived at the “inspection tent” (and caught sight of the leery-looking, dubious character who had already seen her way too many times; and made a mental note to herself to avoid the suspicious individual. After whisking herself out of the tent, she then looked around the excavation site—before deciding to hike out and just stop at wherever she felt she’d be able to find something. Since the place looked the same to her no matter where she went, she couldn’t tell if she’d already been there, or not. Several minutes of hiking later, she then found a good spot, and then decided to start digging there—unraveling the shovel that she’d tied to her backpack’s straps and just plunging herself into her work.

| | | | |

CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS

[Sylvie]

Dig Dig Dig . . .  What's this?!
Congratulations, You've found a  RELIC BAND !
A bracelet made in a civilization about 3,000 years ago. A maniac will buy it for a high price.

( Post a Mod Summons to exchange this for •25 )

[Andrea Thaddeus]

some coincidences are deliberate

not really / pass, time to switch searching spots / 251

As Andrea continued to dig through the silence, she thought she’d heard something go off. Shaking her head, she then pushed it aside—until her ears caught it a second time; upon which it went off with a sound like a very familiar gunshot. Without even looking, she knew that she’d hit something that she didn’t want to see in the excavation site. She then decided to quickly move away to another spot, in order to continue her search over there. After that sudden burst of good luck… no, I will not think of it, I will not think of anything like that! Just keep searching! She thought as she then arrived at the new area, before placing a hand on her hip.

After realizing that she needed a retail therapy session in order to feel better, she then made a note to herself in the back of her mind to go to Lumiose and go shopping over there once she was done over here at the site. For now, it was back to the “daily grind” as she then continued to search, tossing shovel after shovelful of dirt over her shoulder as she continued her search in this new area. Who knows? Well, I have to keep a sharp eye out. All or nothing, all or nothing… she continued to muse to herself in the back of her mind as she tossed dirt over her shoulder, her eyes raking the dirt just in case she saw anything that looked suspicious.

| | | | |

CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS

[Sylvie]

Dig Dig Dig . . .  What's this?!
Congratulations, You've found  HERACRONITE !

[Andrea Thaddeus]

some coincidences are deliberate

not really / gives no shits if it's already a duplicate, I'm getting it / 319

After shunting aside all of the dirt that she’d displaced in order to continue searching, she finally heard the sound of melodic “ringing” that caused her to do a double take and stare at the pile of dirt that she was about to chuck over her shoulder. Abandoning the shovel, she then crouched down and slipped on her working gloves, feeling the tension welling up inside her. Was it another false alarm? Or was it finally the sound of rain after an extremely long drought? She then eyed the clump of dirt and scooped it up, before pawing through it as carefully as she could, brushing aside grit as she went. After a few more seconds—it finally lay exposed; there it was. A marble was glimmering in the palm of her gloved hand; it looked vaguely familiar, but she didn’t care about it at all.

All that mattered was the fact that she had found a marble; and whoever wanted to buy it, would know where to find her! Come hell or high water, I don’t give a flying fuck; as long as someone gets this from me then I’m all even! She thought to herself as she then held the marble in her hand before retrieving her own “carrying case” and dropping it in, hearing the satisfying “clink” it made as it hit the other marbles and that weird rainbow-colored rock that she’d found a long time ago. Hell, it felt like another lifetime, even. She wasn’t in this to collect, she was in this to make a business out of it—and she grinned as she remembered the other marble she’d scored had netted her quite the tidy sum (which was now resting in her bank account). Now that she had tapped out for this month, she then picked up the shovel, retrieved her backpack, and made her way down and out of the excavation site.

| | | | |

CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS