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lifeaftr2019-08-04 11:17 pm
sonsofhorus) wrote in lifeaftr2019-08-04 11:17 pm
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Who: Horatio and Legion
What: Robots, seashells, and what even is nature anyway?
When: Slightly backdated to August 3, before the new island.
Where: Ensō, primarily the beach.
Warnings: Probably none.
The time of the Jormun's visit had been all kinds of overwhelming for a normally non-submersible robot from the Dunes, and more so for the limits of time and energy that loomed over every moment. With one thing and another he'd hardly had daylight to spare for paying the beach itself much attention - and now, when it's all over and things have settled down, it is only the beach that remains open to him.
Horatio doubts he'll find anything of very practical use left in a well traveled area, but...really, maybe he just wants to go and see it again, even if that's self-indulgent. And probably a little hazardous even if he's careful. And...well, anyway, he's going, never mind the protests he's sure he should be making.
There are so many impossible things. Everywhere he looks, all the time.
And so here he is, sensibly dressed this time and with his backpack at his shoulder just in case, leaving his little shack on the islet and headed towards the mana pool.
What: Robots, seashells, and what even is nature anyway?
When: Slightly backdated to August 3, before the new island.
Where: Ensō, primarily the beach.
Warnings: Probably none.
The time of the Jormun's visit had been all kinds of overwhelming for a normally non-submersible robot from the Dunes, and more so for the limits of time and energy that loomed over every moment. With one thing and another he'd hardly had daylight to spare for paying the beach itself much attention - and now, when it's all over and things have settled down, it is only the beach that remains open to him.
Horatio doubts he'll find anything of very practical use left in a well traveled area, but...really, maybe he just wants to go and see it again, even if that's self-indulgent. And probably a little hazardous even if he's careful. And...well, anyway, he's going, never mind the protests he's sure he should be making.
There are so many impossible things. Everywhere he looks, all the time.
And so here he is, sensibly dressed this time and with his backpack at his shoulder just in case, leaving his little shack on the islet and headed towards the mana pool.