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In the distance, you spot a shack made of broken car parts, held together by a tin roof. A small sign rests in the broken window:
Welcome.
Inside, there is a small bed and a mattress filled with, of course, the diamond white sand that was native to this region. Will you enter?
Iron Shack
nightstorm- Posts: 30
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Darkdragon- Posts: 176
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Join date: 2009-03-09
Age: 12
Location: Here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Darkdragon was scepticle of the shack. Sure, someone was inviting, but the place seemed a bit... odd. She wondered weather to enter or not.
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Nightstorm saw the girl outside and beckoned her in.
"Nice to meet you, outsider! I'm Nightstorm, but some people call me Gale."
She pressed a button on a cabinet and out came a mug of piping hot Wibbletea, a special tea made of powdered snake bones and eucalyptus leaves. It is a delicacy in this area of Astoya, and, feeling kind, Gale offered the traveler one.
"I'm from IceClan, but you have no idea what that is, do you?"
Smiling, she set the tea down and grabbed a picture frame. It was of her and a friend.
She passed the frame to the traveller, hoping that she might know one of the people in the image. Nightstorm had been dead, but then she was here. She had no idea how she got here, but she had only three belongings: The picture frame, and a picture of a girl that changed every year. Currently, it contained this image.
Nightstorm noticed how similar the girl looked to Almighty and herself together, but there was no way. They were totally not friends like THAT. Nope.
"Nice to meet you, outsider! I'm Nightstorm, but some people call me Gale."
She pressed a button on a cabinet and out came a mug of piping hot Wibbletea, a special tea made of powdered snake bones and eucalyptus leaves. It is a delicacy in this area of Astoya, and, feeling kind, Gale offered the traveler one.
"I'm from IceClan, but you have no idea what that is, do you?"
Smiling, she set the tea down and grabbed a picture frame. It was of her and a friend.
She passed the frame to the traveller, hoping that she might know one of the people in the image. Nightstorm had been dead, but then she was here. She had no idea how she got here, but she had only three belongings: The picture frame, and a picture of a girl that changed every year. Currently, it contained this image.
Nightstorm noticed how similar the girl looked to Almighty and herself together, but there was no way. They were totally not friends like THAT. Nope.
Darkdragon- Posts: 176
Reputation (post points): 3
Join date: 2009-03-09
Age: 12
Location: Here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Darkdragon accepted the drink, and glanced at the picture. Something in her mind told her that she somehow knew these people, but D.D. convinced herself that she had never seen these people. She looked up at Nightstorm.
"I am Darkdragon."
"I am Darkdragon."
nightsto- Guest
Nightstorm smiled when Darkdragon took the drink.
"Well, outsider, I've got something for you."
She pulls out a small pouch, opens it, and places a pinch of the contents into both drinks. She then gets out two spoons and stirs simultaneously. The drinks turn a peculiar glimmering color and begin hissing and smoking. Nightstorm takes a sip and winces at the sharp pain on her tongue. Suddenly, she began seeing visions of the past, more vivid than ever before. She saw Almighty, carrying the girl. But the Almighty was not the same. She saw an alien, and a tiger-girl. And in the distance she saw a slit-eyed mutant. She heard them speak, and she saw the dark clouds. This was in the very far future. With a gasp she heard a crack of lightning. A building had fallen, and it crumbled like a rotten tomato.
"Well, outsider, I've got something for you."
She pulls out a small pouch, opens it, and places a pinch of the contents into both drinks. She then gets out two spoons and stirs simultaneously. The drinks turn a peculiar glimmering color and begin hissing and smoking. Nightstorm takes a sip and winces at the sharp pain on her tongue. Suddenly, she began seeing visions of the past, more vivid than ever before. She saw Almighty, carrying the girl. But the Almighty was not the same. She saw an alien, and a tiger-girl. And in the distance she saw a slit-eyed mutant. She heard them speak, and she saw the dark clouds. This was in the very far future. With a gasp she heard a crack of lightning. A building had fallen, and it crumbled like a rotten tomato.