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10-16-2015, 10:22 AM
ULRIK & KIRCHOFF
Each point in space (and time) is associated with a vector that determines what force a moving charge would experience.
Each point in space (and time) is associated with a vector that determines what force a moving charge would experience.
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The Engineer was not much for wandering, but Helovia was oddly vacant, scattered to one side of the map like lemmings. And today, he would be one of them. With a grimace on his dark lips, he sighed and wandered south, moving with the crowds toward an island across a thick channel. He scowled, not very much liking water, the ocean, or swimming. Not to say he couldn't swim, because he could, but this coupled with humidity made for swiftly broken machines. Thus, he left as many as he owned back in the World's Edge and pressed onward.
Methodically, he and Kirchoff swam to the other side, a scowl marring his otherwise darkly handsome features. He roughly shook out his coat and lion's tail before stalking off in the direction of voices. His ears were tilted back the entire time, not seeing his boy or many others he knew. Torleik must had stayed behind, but his scary bitch was here. Ulrik spied Deimos eventually and raised a brow. He actually ventured this far from the Aurora Basin? That was a first... A rarity, maybe.
A dark tower in the midst of color, he used his hawkish, golden eyes to scan the horizon for danger. The God of the Earth was the strongest of the gods, he believed, so he was not as worried. But, that did not mean that they could just relax. It was too early to celebrate. Eventually, he approached Ophelia and nodded a hello, not speaking much as he waiting the coming storm. Kirchoff grumbled next to him, shaking out his coat once more and sitting impatiently at Ulrik's side.
"You owe me big time for following your stupid ass here," the wolf mumbled in his head. Ulrik only grinned in response, shaking his head.
The Engineer was not much for wandering, but Helovia was oddly vacant, scattered to one side of the map like lemmings. And today, he would be one of them. With a grimace on his dark lips, he sighed and wandered south, moving with the crowds toward an island across a thick channel. He scowled, not very much liking water, the ocean, or swimming. Not to say he couldn't swim, because he could, but this coupled with humidity made for swiftly broken machines. Thus, he left as many as he owned back in the World's Edge and pressed onward.
Methodically, he and Kirchoff swam to the other side, a scowl marring his otherwise darkly handsome features. He roughly shook out his coat and lion's tail before stalking off in the direction of voices. His ears were tilted back the entire time, not seeing his boy or many others he knew. Torleik must had stayed behind, but his scary bitch was here. Ulrik spied Deimos eventually and raised a brow. He actually ventured this far from the Aurora Basin? That was a first... A rarity, maybe.
A dark tower in the midst of color, he used his hawkish, golden eyes to scan the horizon for danger. The God of the Earth was the strongest of the gods, he believed, so he was not as worried. But, that did not mean that they could just relax. It was too early to celebrate. Eventually, he approached Ophelia and nodded a hello, not speaking much as he waiting the coming storm. Kirchoff grumbled next to him, shaking out his coat once more and sitting impatiently at Ulrik's side.
"You owe me big time for following your stupid ass here," the wolf mumbled in his head. Ulrik only grinned in response, shaking his head.
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