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- A Linguistics major at the Chinese University of Hong Kong, specializing in multilingual acquisition and education

- A simultaneous, functional trilingual of Cantonese, English, and Tagalog - now learning Mandarin and Hong Kong Sign Language

- A bookworm, preferring science fiction and science-fantasy. Brandon Sanderson is a god

- A dancer, dabbling in Hip Hop, Jazz Funk, and Ballroom Dancing

- A pathetic excuse of a polymath, with interests in engineering, physics, chemistry, environmental science, politics, history, anthropology, law, and Art

- A dabbler in learning the guzheng and basketball

- A music enthusiast who will literally listen to anything

I'm too busy for my own good. LOL

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uh..........

goes to look up verbose

AH.

You're doing great ^.^ i'll post soon!


hahahah don't worry. I only learnt that word like a year ago or something. It's a little tough when my immediate surroundings are with the local Chinese and their English is not as... expansive as mine. I have to dial my vocabulary down a lot hahaha
I'm trying to write better without having to rely on images too much. Do you think I'm being verbose?
The roads were uneven and every step seemed too delicate that the slightest motion called for caution and wear. Cody would move so smoothly and calmly - but even he could not overcome the challenges he was to face without confrontation with the enemy.

The city of Siem Reap was almost entirely leveled - not a building was spared, each a victim to terraformation that made the hardened earth underneath all the infrastructure move like a paste. The streets were cracked, crevasses so deep you could feel the heat from down below, precious gasses, waters, and metals unleashed. There were hectares of land that were unnaturally bent like crumpled paper, folds so high and steep one had to navigate around to continue their journeys. Stone Soldiers and Golems were still present, but they were no longer aggressive to anything. Not anymore, since everything in plain sight was destroyed, and any remaining survivors - lucky as they were to evade their initial doom - were going to die in the natural destruction anyway. The air was dusty and still with sediment and dirt windborne. Cody had no problem seeing through this, and he could see something amazing.

The Stone Golems were moving together, headed for somewhere in common, a hivemind in effect as they all moved towards the amazing sight that no one could ignore.

Angkor Wat was already an astounding monument despite the wear and tear over the years of endurance from the natural climate and reckless vandalism. Its cobble walls were carved with drawings - stories of legends, heroes, and gods of the Cambodian tradition; every surface was ornamented with incredible detail; its huge encompassing walls were damaged but menacing, surrounding a large moat, all with the one critical bridge. It was left in its state to keep tradition and showcase its culture and history to the world but it was ultimately capable of being a bastion, ready for war - exactly what the twins had in mind.

The twins wanted to make a statement with the incredible power towards the cruel world that was out to get them. If the two were going to be neglected in their time of need where they needed them the most, where their loved ones were killed off, and even trusted figures were sly and corrupted, they needed to strike harder. There had to be that fear and tremble that they felt. Fear was a powerful tool, and it had to be accompanied with the necessary power and image. Angkor Wat's damage was restored, and every act of vandalism was erased. Everything was perfect. The cobble was replaced with the precious metals trapped below, and the temples now shone with an incredible metallic golden sheen. The Stone Soldiers and Golems were stationed in the large miles of once green grass, now beautifully tiled smooth stone. Components of the army stood still, symmetrical in formation, donned in metal and stone armours. It was a sight to behold.

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Gershwin and Caits saw the spectacle from the cabin's windscreen and could only gasp and stare as she felt horrified.

"..ho-..... how- ... how do you stop that...? How can anyone stop that? How can Cody stop that?"

Dynamic imaging on the high-tech windscreen zoomed in on Cody who was making his way to the monument. The camera panned to the moat of the temple, now drained of its huge supply of water, and from the earth crawled out more and more stone soldiers. At this rate of production, the entire temple would be filled with units on standby. Even if Cody could do his most powerful move, there was no way he could stop a most powerful army.






Though she could command the many minds that she was controlling in the whole of Cambodia, Dara could not extend her powers through her puppets, and only lend their senses to feel what they felt. Off the corner on one Stone Soldier's solid eye, it/she saw a figure moving in a motionless scene. The twins rejected it as another victim to be dealt with, and passed on several Stone Soldiers to finish him off.




"Oh God, I don't think he sees them coming. We have to warn him! What do we do?!"
Hell, we don't even have to *land*, Cody could just jump off or fly or something hahaha
Let's have it so they land soon, perhaps in your next post!
Gershwin sighed, giving in to herself.

"I admire you, really, for wanting to earn their trust, to show we are not like them.

I just hope they're as compliant as you think. Not like me. I won't be going in there. Not when I'm capable of just as much destruction as they can. I will help with search and rescue, but absolutely stay away from the twins."

There was a raging intensity in Gershwin's eyes and statement as she looked to Cody's affirmation. That same fire in her eyes showed fear - absolute terror - for what she was.




Cambodia had turned into something of a warzone. Not quite the wasteland of future sci-fi movies where hope is absent, but one of wanton destruction and despair is so thick it chokes you, makes your eyes watery, and people are desperate and horrified. Not nearly a day into what has happened, and nearly 50 years of development into the modern day Cambodia was almost literally flung away, terraformed into this ugly, misshapen bastion:



A sight to behold, were it not for the streets being patrolled by Stone Soldiers, Golems, and other monstrosities so plentiful and myriad the purpose for such a size was making itself very clear. Why else would anyone need such a large number of monstrosities to control? If one needed an army.



There were still survivors in the whole of Cambodia, areas still yet unaffected, souls still yet alive, but what is hope in the face of overwhelming despair.

Sorry it's taken 5 days for me to get back to you

We had Chinese New Year and I was having loads of fun, hahaha

Time to post!
No worries! Have fun!
I had a dream where suddenly old members of our Academy RP were replying and posting CSs on this RP xD
"Their... names? Uhm. Their names are Dara Keo - the girl, and Thy Keo - the boy. They are approaching 12 years old, and according to what police reports we could fine, they're orphans, both parents deceased - their father passed away just a few days ago. They are students of a school for the gifted, so it is presumed they have a high intelligence for their age. Precocious would be the word for both of them. Nothing in the records shows any possibilities for influence nor causation for their mutation other than spontaneity."

Viccar spoke again, but the signal was filled with static before it was cut off completely. It seemed that Viccar would not be returning to the comms again.

All the while, Gershwin spoke, thinking through it all: "Even if we could get close to the twins, and have a fighting chance with them, what do we do? Do we ask, hell, to stop? Pray god we don't have to kill them or anything. What's the plan?" She turned to Caits, whose knuckles were white from her tight grip, linking it to Viccar's orders.
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