a. z. fell
She/Her
30
December 21st
Fortree, Hoenn
Bisexual
Surviving
Civillian
i'm just a demon who goes along with hell as far as she can.
ultra plant: af
POSTED ON Jul 20, 2024 18:57:55 GMT
[attr="class","samcam"] She stays still as the thing drops its head to examine her, chin falling to her chest. “Wow-wee.” She reaches out to give it a gentle pat on its head-- then its chin-- and steps back. “Aw, that’s cute. Like Harold and the Purple Crayon but instead of a purple dinosaur it’s… this thing. Sure.” She doesn’t even latch on or pick at the sudden, personal revelation, because she knows those kind of things are rare for Freya. She just pockets it away, securely, for safe-keeping. “Anyway. Come over yonder. Let me show you what else I’ve been working on.” Across the way there’s a dip in the electrical barrier where the path breaks. A portcullis-style door of barbed wire raises and lowers, here, on janky, squeaky wheels; there’s a tall, wooden pole, like a standard light pole, with a wooden platform near the top. The pole itself is covered in strange striations, each a shade of silver or gunmetal, and uneven, as though done in a hurry. “I call this the Corviknight’s nest. You can put a spotter up there. Nearer the top is sprayed with insulating foam so it makes it super non-conducting and also inflammable. I did all this in the garage and then brought it over a little at a time. Now,” she waggles her eyebrows at Freya, “watch this.” There’s an unassuming pile of trash nearby-- likely remnants from the construction of their small, half-egg-shaped fort-- from which she grabs something that looks like a rusty old manhole cover with a circular bite out of it. Hefting it with her metal hand, she hovers it close to the pole, and just before they touch, it repels. She repeats the gesture a couple times, before spinning the cover to fit the missing section over the pole. “Thennnn we get some juice in here to flip the polarization of the magnets, and--,” Zenais charges up a thunder punch and just barely taps her first to the pole. The air fills with a strange hum and the manhole cover shoots up to the top of the pole until it bangs on the platform with a loud ringing noise, like knocking the bell on a strength test at a carnival. The magnets hum as it slowly falls back down. “I got the idea from roller coasters that use magnet propulsion to zoop up over their first hill,” she said, giddy and pleased as punch as she stands on the manhole cover and offers an arm to Freya. “Fucking magnets! How do they work? Anyway, Hell Plant Part Deux is on the other side of this wee gully. C’mon up!” [newclass=.samcam] [/newclass][newclass=.samcam b] color: #d49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam i] color: #d49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: dashed 1px #d49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam a] text-transform:uppercase!important;font:800 15px Poppins!important; [/newclass] |
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