[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Pulse [open/Finale]
Dec 24, 2018 6:47:05 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2018 6:47:05 GMT -5
EP 2.5 – Week 2 – Day 2
Location: Blackridgehold
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The starry night sky hang in its full splendor above the planet, covering the brash wilderness of the Oregon desert in a blanket of darkness. The moon was thick and shone bright onto the landscape below, offering with its white and silver rays some light for the occupants that traversed through the night.
On the ground itself; some shrubbery bend in the wind as it whipped past, and dust curled up where there were no rocks to guard it. It was chill, compared to the ever so hot and dry days of the area. The faint distinct sound of chirping insects could be heard if one dared to listen carefully. The sound quietly dropping into the background as nature put itself to rest and prepared for another day.
It was silent, peaceful, and just calm nonetheless.
And it was this atmosphere that offered a certain Cybertronian a chance to enjoy this quiet and peace. One he normally wasn't fond of as there always was a thing to do, a certain task to start or to finish, and always something to occupy himself with. Yet, the last few days had been rather... eventful, to say the least, and a 'time-out' certainly felt good for now. It gave him time to think things through, think and mull over past events that had occurred... and things he would like to do in the future.
This was accompanied by a whipping sound that disturbed the silence every now and then, caused by a metallic blade that cut through the air. A swirl of rotating blades slashing through the night in unison, lead by someone who was a top a plateau of rocks and gritty sand, standing on a ledge of natural formed formations.
The mech's armor barely visible under the cover of the night as his black plating merged with the darkness of the night. Though, the white paint stood out like a sore thumb. It clashed with the environment he currently found himself in, being brighter and well cared for. His red optics however, were covered under the brim of his helmet which allowed him to reduce their input of brightness, carefully dimmed behind a dark tinted visor as well.
A few rocky crumbs stumbled down the steep hill then as he began to move to adjust his stance. Not the desired effect he'd hoped to achieve. A frustrated snort left him quickly after as more of them were pushed down, rolling downhill before settling below a slim cleft.
How stupid!
Earth was weird. While it provided a beautiful environment, one he enjoyed to watch and even spend time reading about, it was just that; Beautiful! Nothing more, nothing less. But since their forces were stuck on ground, it was probably the best to make something out of it. And that contained more learning in order to survive.
Fun...
Location: Blackridgehold
______________________
The starry night sky hang in its full splendor above the planet, covering the brash wilderness of the Oregon desert in a blanket of darkness. The moon was thick and shone bright onto the landscape below, offering with its white and silver rays some light for the occupants that traversed through the night.
On the ground itself; some shrubbery bend in the wind as it whipped past, and dust curled up where there were no rocks to guard it. It was chill, compared to the ever so hot and dry days of the area. The faint distinct sound of chirping insects could be heard if one dared to listen carefully. The sound quietly dropping into the background as nature put itself to rest and prepared for another day.
It was silent, peaceful, and just calm nonetheless.
And it was this atmosphere that offered a certain Cybertronian a chance to enjoy this quiet and peace. One he normally wasn't fond of as there always was a thing to do, a certain task to start or to finish, and always something to occupy himself with. Yet, the last few days had been rather... eventful, to say the least, and a 'time-out' certainly felt good for now. It gave him time to think things through, think and mull over past events that had occurred... and things he would like to do in the future.
This was accompanied by a whipping sound that disturbed the silence every now and then, caused by a metallic blade that cut through the air. A swirl of rotating blades slashing through the night in unison, lead by someone who was a top a plateau of rocks and gritty sand, standing on a ledge of natural formed formations.
The mech's armor barely visible under the cover of the night as his black plating merged with the darkness of the night. Though, the white paint stood out like a sore thumb. It clashed with the environment he currently found himself in, being brighter and well cared for. His red optics however, were covered under the brim of his helmet which allowed him to reduce their input of brightness, carefully dimmed behind a dark tinted visor as well.
A few rocky crumbs stumbled down the steep hill then as he began to move to adjust his stance. Not the desired effect he'd hoped to achieve. A frustrated snort left him quickly after as more of them were pushed down, rolling downhill before settling below a slim cleft.
How stupid!
Earth was weird. While it provided a beautiful environment, one he enjoyed to watch and even spend time reading about, it was just that; Beautiful! Nothing more, nothing less. But since their forces were stuck on ground, it was probably the best to make something out of it. And that contained more learning in order to survive.
Fun...