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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2016 3:10 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 8:00 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2016 2:43 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2016 12:18 pm
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The yellowblood sat down and began unpacking. He had brought a small rucksack with him for storage, which hung on his shoulders under his trademark sarape. He put the scrap inside and removed some tinder. It was hard to come by out here, and packing a bit always helped. As the Redblood thanked him for his assistance, he offered a curt, ”Weren’t nothin’, don’t mention it.” She went on to offer payment if he ever found anything of note to her. Upon this assertion, Buffel stopped unpacking to wave his hand at her dismissively.
”You ain’t gotta pay. I’ll be out here anyways, it won’t be no trouble.”
After that, a long silence followed. Buffel went about taking a look at what he’d left in the pack since he last went gadding about in the desert. Some expired scraps of food, a piece of flint, rope, a few untaken contracts, his harmonica, and some feed. He held the harmonica in his hand for a bit, mulling it over before pocketing it in his pants for later. Tevini mentioned being cold, so he removed the flint and tinder as well. Not a few scratches later, a small flicker began to form. Buffel crouched against the wind, shielding it. His sarape was draped all across his shoulders like a blanket, and he motioned for Tevini to join him.
”Come on, it’ll be warmer if we sit together. Truth be told you don’t gotta pay me for this excursion. I needed a night out in the desert, and havin’ company that ain’t The Spirit is good every once in a while.”
He added more tinder to the fire slowly, taking care not to snuff it. The embers burned bright, but they paled in comparison to the stars in the sky. Out this far, ain’t no light pollution gettin’ in the way o’ that glorious canvas of shimmering color. The boy looked to the direction of the space towers. Chittentown’s stood, a dark spire in the bright sky. Just the one spire now.
”I’ve been starin’ at the sky more now. After all the hubub with the towers, you’d think I would be tearin’ off the idea of space, but it’s the opposite. Figured if anyone might know why, it’d be you.”
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2016 1:03 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2017 5:54 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2017 10:42 pm
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