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Post by Brandy Peaches on Dec 29, 2014 14:31:05 GMT -5
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This one's such bullshit/ It had to be her didn't it / Did she have a target on her back / Was she a glutton for punishment / Damn you Terraria DAMN YOU!
CODED BY SYLVIE
Hours later . . .
The light of the campfire was behind her flickering as she stood in the water armed with her own bath loofa. A pink half empty bottle of Sweet Pea & Violet shampoo laid on the bank as the sound of vigorous scrubbing permeated the air. The water that flowed through the ruins was now polluted with a mass of artificially scented soap bubbles. She was going to FIX this!
Fifty-eight sat on a rock in the water just high enough to keep it from drowning as Brandy continued to scrub the shit out of the shell in desperate attempt to rid it of the purple coloring. She tried dunking it and washing it off first and when that didn't work rushed back to camp to get her supplies that were still partially spewed out around one half of the camp. "Come on Fifty-eight, work with me here." she muttered in a groaning beg. Her fingers were pruned and arms were getting tired but she could've sworn she was making progress! Fifty-eight looked a shade lighter to her. It was like a cheap teeth whitener you just had to keep at it to get the results you wanted. . . . . She gasped suddenly with a blink, if this didn't work maybe when she got back she could try and bleach it!
Brook had been the one to start the campfire for her after convincing her to give the Pokemon a break since she had probably dunked the poor thing about ninety times at first in her frantic state. They had gone back to camp where Arlo lowered her things and she immediately begun digging through it looking for her bathing supplies, which lead to the camp being in it's current state of disarray. But she couldn't just sit still and leave it be, she had to do something. Which is why when Brook went off to get more fire wood she immediately grabbed Fifty-eight, her shampoo and loofa and returned to the water. She was NOT going to get fired for something like this! She had a witness damn it!
Back at the fire Arlo sat on one of the stones Brandy had moved to make a seat around the flame. Her stuff was spread out on the sleeping bag and ground in a random sneeze pattern of cyclone panic. The only thing that didn't get torn asunder was a faded floral pillow case. It sat like a swollen water balloon filled with the fragments and pieces of everything she had found so far in the Ruins. A make shift treasure sack if anyone had ever saw one. He continued to chew on his leaf watching with beady googly eyes at the fire and to the white lab jacket and bare legs in the distance toiling away in the water as the night grew on and the stars started to come out. This was neat, he thought and looked up to the canopy chewing. Thoroughly enjoying his time there.
Needless to say, Brook and Aura ended up staying at the ruins longer than intended. The poor Dwebble was still an odd shade of a purple, and no matter how many times Brandy scrubbed and washed the poor thing, the shade stayed the same. Even though Brandy swore he looked one shade lighter, Brook failed to see it. It took a while to convince her to give the poor Bug a break too. However, the Dwebble seemed unfazed by the entire thing. Maybe it liked having a bath for an hour and a half straight.
Once Brandy had settled down and the campfire was going, Brook left the site to gather more wood and left Aura with the group. The Glaceon stayed as far away from the fire as possible, but close enough to Brandy in case she needed help. No sooner did Brook leave, Brandy was back at it. The feline's eyes watched as Brandy hurried back to the river and practically shoved the Dwebble back in. Aura simply shook her head, deciding not to intervene and rested her head on her paws.
It was ten minutes later when Brook reappeared with a small stack of sticks in his hands. He stared at the pile, stepping out of the bushes and looking up. "Alright, I think I got eno--" And there Brandy was, scrubbing away furiously at the Dwebble once more. Brook stood there a moment before he stepped over the Glaceon, placing the sticks down beside her and walking over to Brandy.
He stepped into the water beside her and gently tried to grab her hand before she scrubbed the Bug again. "Brandy," Brook started, looking at her and the Dwebble with concern. "I know you're concerned about the Dwebble, but you really should give him a break. We can try washing him off later." However, even as he said that, Brook knew in the back of his mind that color was not coming off. But he needed to try and give Brandy some sort of comfort so both her and the Dwebble could take a much needed break.
Post by Brandy Peaches on Dec 30, 2014 19:28:26 GMT -5
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This one's such bullshit/ It had to be her didn't it / Did she have a target on her back / Was she a glutton for punishment / Damn you Terraria DAMN YOU!
CODED BY SYLVIE
He stepped into the water beside her and gently tried to grab her hand before she scrubbed the Bug again. Brook started, looking at her and the Dwebble with concern.
She hadn't even noticed how white her hands were getting from pruning up so badly or that she had exfoliated them to the point she'd be regretting it in an few minutes once they dried out. All she cared about was getting Fifty-eight back to normal, keeping her job and not causing anymore of a mess. She wasn't sure if anything she had been searching for, for the last four days was what Terraria wanted. She didn't know if what she had found was just junk and that some how when Brook arrived he gave her the only real thing of value out there. Was it all for nothing? And now this? She stared down through the soap bubbles at the stone shell with legs that was the color of that one weird egg food thing she saw in Bosky's Farmers market.
She went back to scrubbing, the tears of worry and frustration were sitting in her water line as she grit her teeth working to try and make a difference. So caught up in her thoughts she didn't even hear Brook coming back or setting the firewood down. "Brandy," her name fell on deaf ears and a congested thought process. It wasn't until his hand came out taking her by the wrist to get her to stop that she jumped and snapped out of it. Her eyes were wide and startled with unshed tears and her cheeks were flustered with frustrated, upset embarrassment.
"I know you're concerned about the Dwebble, but you really should give him a break. We can try washing him off later."
Break? Break?! NO! Stains don't get breaks! You're supposed to treat a stain NOW! She wanted to argue back but Fifty-eight was on Brooks side as it dove off the rock and waded through the shallow water getting partially rinsed off and headed for the shoreline. Brandy could only stare as the shell moved up the embankment looking like some demented cupcake with the top of it covered in in a dollop of white bubble icing.
. . . . Brandy exhaled heavily letting her shoulders drop and her eyes shut as she gave in to the disappointment and nodded her head. "All right," she lamented. Her tone clearly laced with a 'you win' attitude as she gently tugged her wrist out of his grip and rinsed her loofa out, dunking it several times in the water before wading out herself. Bare foot and bare legged with her dress knotted up on one side to keep it dry and her knees partially clean she swooped down with one swing of her hand picking the shampoo bottle up out of the grass and headed back to camp.
She was silent and fit to be tied as she waded through the tornado of her own things kicking them over into a pile by a rock and her partially unfurled sleeping bag. Spinning the loofa around like she was launching a sling shot to dry it out she chucked it down on the end of her bag and unceremoniously plopped down on the stone by the fire. Her sore moist hands rubbed down over her knees as she stretched her wrinkled feet out towards the fire. Her eyes watching as Brook moved about before reaching over and tipping the pillow case full of her finds over sorting through it all once more. Before adding the new pieces she found to the collection.
Dig Dig Dig . . . What's this?! Congratulations, You've found a RELIC STATUE! A stone figure made in a civilization about 3,000 years ago. A maniac will buy it for a high price. It may or may not bear an odd resemblance to a shark-toothed agent of the law.
The look on her face was a little surprising. Brook knew that she was concerned about the Dwebble, but part of him wasn't expecting her to have unshed tears in her eyes. The look she was giving him when he suggested taking a break was a mixture of too many emotions. However, the Dwebble was on his side and scuttled off the rock and to the shoreline. That finally convinced Brandy to let it go for the moment. Her shoulders dropped and she gave up. He left go of her wrist as she trudged her way back to the fire site.
Brook stayed in the river for a moment longer, simply watching the defeated Brandy plop down near the fire and stare at the fire. Lil B popped up from behind Brook's head, staring at Brandy and hovered near as Brook stepped out of the river as well. 'Hey, at least he has a shiny purple Dwebble to show now. That's one hell of a conversation starter.' The chibi nodded confidently as Brook left him in the river.
He walked over and stepped over all of Brandy's collections and sat down on the stone beside her. His eyes scanned over all of the items that Brandy had found over the past few days, and honestly, it wasn't that bad. The Professor should be impressed with all of the items she found. But, then again, there was the matter of the Dwebble. Brook glanced over at the poor Bug Pokemon. What could Brandy do about that? It wasn't her fault, she shouldn't be beating herself over something like that. It was a freak accident. They were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
There was a unwelcomed silence between the two and only the crackling of the fire could be heard. Brook poked at the flames a bit with one of the firewood and tossed it into the flame, igniting it further for a moment before leaning back on his rock seat. His eyes looked over at Brandy and studied her for a moment longer before speaking. "Hey.. don't worry about it too much. What happened to 58 wasn't your fault. And he doesn't look like he's hurt or anything. You did everything you could."
Post by Brandy Peaches on Dec 31, 2014 13:25:14 GMT -5
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This one's such bullshit/ It had to be her didn't it / Did she have a target on her back / Was she a glutton for punishment / Damn you Terraria DAMN YOU!
CODED BY SYLVIE
Her head barely moved to look over at him when he sat down beside her. She felt like such a loser, why would you want to sit down beside someone like that? He was a gym leader, he was cool, respected, stupidly good looking and had it all in her eyes. Wouldn't sitting beside her like this make him look bad? Her head glanced out through the flames as she realized it wouldn't really matter since they were the only ones out in the middle of nowhere. There, out of the public eye. . . . Yeah well, he still didn't have to sit so close. 'Pretty sure he's had his cootie shots if that's what you're worried about.'
Her eyes dropped back down to her horde. She was trying to distract herself as the stress of it all caved down around her. The fragments and pieces of broken ancient artifacts didn't seem so profound now that she looked at them with comparison eyes. The stones she found intact didn't seem that great of a find, to her at least, but according to Brook was the most valueable of the bunch. If that was true then what was all this? She held up the stone vase covered in smooth dusty carvings that still needed to be cleaned better. it was one of the few whole pieces she had come across in her first few days there.
"Hey.."
She paused rubbing her thumb over the strange humanoid shape that was emedded into the side of the vase and slowly turned her head to look at him.
"Don't worry about it too much. What happened to 58 wasn't your fault. And he doesn't look like he's hurt or anything."
She looked over to Fifty-eight who was content to sit beside Arlo on the opposite side of Brook. The thing was as dark as ever, sucking up the fire light like some some little stone doom cone. Beady black eyes blinked and looked over at her completely unfazed causing her to stare at it. There was no way that was normal, or supposed to happen right? "You did everything you could."
"Yeah," she half heartedly agreed. "I guess so." she sighed and sifted through the rest of her wares. using the bottom of a broken bowl or container of some sort that she found, to place the glittering fragments and broken colorful chips into it sorting it from the duller stone or clay ones.
Even though she agreed, Brook felt as though she didn't really believe that. Brandy was still worried and that was somewhat clear to him. Blue eyes watched as she sorted through all her stuff. The silence returned and neither of them said a word to each other. By that time, Brook was just thinking about how long she had been out here, and what she had actually managed to find. Brandy had been there for almost an entire week, but she just had a little bag of items. Even though the Key Stone and the Mega Stones were considered big finds, there was no way of telling if Terraria could find them useful. But Brandy was working hard and trying her best. She had been out here for almost a week just trying to find things for Terraria.
It was then that Brook fully realized how long she had been gone. He might have known she was missing for a while, but he thought she was out on a trip in another city. But then he found her here, camping out near the mega ruins with only a Dwebble and a Seawaddle. It must have been exhausting for her, not to mention she spent nearly an hour trying to wash 58 off. Brook's gaze wandered over to the Dwebble, who seemed to be completely fine. The coloring didn't seem to effect it much, he silently hoped that Terraria didn't mind it either. As long as the Pokemon was fine and not in any pain, then it shouldn't have mattered.
Brook stood up and rolled his shoulders. The day had passed so fast, it was hard to believe that it was nighttime. He'd have to go back home sooner or later.
"We should get going." Brook said. Aura moved from her spot on the ground and headed over to Brook, sitting beside him loyally. He looked around at all of Brandy's stuff scattered across the campsite. It'd take a few more minutes to clean and pack everything up, but they should make it in time for the next train back home. He moved in front of Brandy and held out his hand for her to take. Brook smiled softly down at her. "I'll help you pack everything up. I think you have enough treasure to bring back to Terraria and you've gone long enough. Come on, Brandy, let's go home."
RELIC STATUE!
