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Post by Cion on Dec 17, 2016 14:41:31 GMT
Cion nodded approvingly when Owen assured her that he would tell her if he needed rest. They were not pressured by time nor a quota, so there was no reason for them to overstrain themselves. Knowing the Gaomon pretty well however, she knew he'd push himself a little bit, which was totally acceptable. Only painless strain would lead to progress in one's abilities. Speaking of progress, since everything was said and done, it was time to continue with their task at hand. "Goodie!" She responded, resuming her part by keeping close to her best friend.
The day went by rather quickly, and their hunt turned out to be successful; relatively speaking of course, as in the grand scheme of things, their contribution was only marginal. But they were out of working materials anyway, so to avoid hazard, they decided their shift would end here. Contrary to Owen, Cion felt mercurial from all the explosions, turning her a little bit twitchy and excited for more. But she was a fine lady after all, so it took only a short moment of sense of self to calm down again.
"Agreed, let's get ourselves a bath and dinner." She agreed with her best friend and suggested, feeling both dirt and hunger plaguing her. Overall, she believed this day to be of value, both for the entirety of digitalkind and the two of them. And the evening ahead was something she could not help but be excited about. "Owen...? It was... nice." She spoke somewhat quietly and shyly, carrying a rapt smile. Hopefully, they could do something like this once again, and the sooner the better.
[End Thread]
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Post by Bonetrousled? on Mar 20, 2017 22:46:23 GMT
Approved!
It turns out playing Minesweeper is a lot less fun in real life, but also a lot less pointless. With the plains now safer for construction crews and passers-by alike, work and travel have both become exponentially quicker. Sure, the occasional treasure hunter has gotten disgruntled at the lack of military-grade technology to steal, but such is life.
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