Post by davestrider on Mar 25, 2014 14:16:10 GMT
Dave wiped his sweaty brow and looked up, the sun was shining bright and hot today. Biggie was rooting through the nearby brush, every now and then crunching a stick between his powerful jaws. The tyrunt was very fond of crunching things. Dave resumed picking at the strata that he had unearthed. Soon he took up his hammer and chisel; slowly chipping away and revealing a spiral shape. "Yo mad score." He says as he dusts off the fossil: a helix fossil. "You know little dude" he said to biggie as he sits down and begins to put together his portable revive device "it's said some cultures used to worship helix fossils as Gods due to how bitchin perfect spirals are" Biggie has ambled over at this point, wagging his stumpy tail. Dave scratches him behind his feather ruff. After putting the pad in place, he sets the fossil on it and flicks the switch. A rush of energy zaps through the fossil but then the machine sparks and dies. He lets out a sigh "ugh" getting out a journal and a pencil he records the results. Afterwards he takes out a sandwich, chips and a few pokepuffs. He sets up Biggie's food in a little stack then eats his sandwich. His tank top is coated in dust and sweat, a testament to his hard work. After lunch Dave leans back under a tree, using his jacket as a pillow and begins to doze lightly, Biggie nuzzels affectionately next to him. Of course he is aware enough that he won't be caught unawares by anyone.