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wilderlogs2018-03-07 06:14 pm
wildermods) wrote in wilderlogs2018-03-07 06:14 pm
THE SQUAD DOES AN INTRO - [modplot] [event]
THE SQUAD DOES AN INTRO
In their homeworlds, they suddenly hear water flowing over stone, the wind through the leaves, and the gentle rattling of Kodama. The hushed sound of treetops waving in the breeze lull them to sleep whether they want it to or not, and in what seems like a dream they fall through a tunnel that passes through layers of dirt and roots and then through seemingly endless boughs of trees.
During this impossibly long fall, spirits whisper in their ears. They tell them that they must save the Wilderlands and the Green. They tell them that they will be given the power or weapons to do it - or that they're already strong enough as they are. They tell them that in the times they're not needed, they may find themselves trapped in the faerie realm known as the Brugh, but that the mirrors will let them speak, and the mirrors will let them see.
And they tell them that they're about to become lost in the forest and that there are others like them, just as lost.
When they wake up, they find themselves in the ruins of an abandoned city; the forest has overtaken it, threading new life through the decay, but the green of the leaves and vines pales in contrast with the broken buildings and streets. Every single building in this city was once a vibrant shade of emerald, and even now, after the slow ravages of time, the green ruins glimmer like they're hewn from precious gems.
The only things that aren't that bright shade of emerald are the statues. Countless statues are scattered through the abandoned city, shaped like men and women and children and pets, all dressed in 1900s era Earth-style finery. These figures are extremely intricate, almost too detailed to be believably carved by a human hand. Many of them are smashed and broken.
Some of the statues don't look human. Among the humans are little beings shaped like china dolls that are made of stone like the rest, instead of porcelain. And in the middle of the city, standing near each other are three strange petrified figures: an axe-wielding man that looks like he was made of metal before being petrified, a man who looks like a human-lion hybrid, and a living scarecrow. All three have expressions of surprise or anger on their faces.
When the characters are brought into this place, the magic that brought them in seems to have trouble getting them all in the same place at first. They find themselves spending brief amounts of time in one spot (sometimes just minutes, sometimes longer) before they're teleported again. Each time they teleport they find themselves near someone new, someone just as lost as them. Those that don't speak the same language may find some difficulties communicating, but over time, the magic of the Wilderlands will kick in, and plant a whole new language in their heads. This magic works faster the more they emotionally connect with other and find understanding without words.
The teleportation keeps zapping them in different places all over the city -- and sometimes outside it, where they can see an abandoned road made of yellow brick that trails off into the distance. Fortunately, the people they keep getting paired off with seem like normal people just like them, and beyond that, they're entirely alone in the ruins.
Probably.
✦ Post in actionspam format. Plots and mod-run events in the game are meant to be in actionspam format to keep a brisk pace.
✦ Please see the OOC post linked up top for more information about the event.
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[Which is kind of a first for her. She's flying blind and making it up as she goes along.
It's different than what she's used to, that's for sure.]
I was in school wrapping up some club activities and then I was falling, and I kept hearing these voices. They kept talking to me as I fell.
Did... you hear them too? I'm going to feel pretty silly if you didn't.
[She's not crazy, honest.]
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I don’t think you’re silly. [ Tim is firm on this point. ] I heard them too, and I had a dream about falling through long tunnel. It felt like it would never end.
[ He adds a correction with much reluctance. ]
It might have been real.
[ But he looks like he loathes the idea of that tunnel being an unasterisked reality. It was an illusion, a construct, or telepathically implant. Real to them is not the same thing as real.
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[The word 'real' almost gets a chuckle out of Monika, though she holds herself back.]
You think so? I've had pretty convincing dreams before, but the two of us having the same exact experience can't be a coincidence.
Still, it's good that we're both unharmed.
I'm Monika, by the way. It's nice to meet you!
[She's keeping herself in high spirits, at least.]
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No, you’re right. I don’t think it’s a coincidence, but nobody's had an answer for what caused it.
[ Despite her rational approach – he gives her a smile and a nod at the unharmed observation – Tim decides against furthering her stress with a full analysis involving magic, mind control, and boomtubes.
Instead, he pushes the smile wider and offers her his hand. His voice is full of good-natured humor. Tim always meets people in the worst circumstances. ]
And I’m Al. It’s nice to meet you too, Monika, but I wish it wasn’t here. I hear the yellow brick road's more scenic.
[ He wants to check the road out, and he had wanted to do it alone. However, he can’t stand the idea of ditching her. ]
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And boy does she have a lot of thinking to do.]
Hi Al!
[Her smile doesn't really falter, even in the face of such uncertainty. At least she's met some good company, so she shakes his hand in return.]
You think so? Something like that is bound to be pretty conspicuous!
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Conspicuous?
[ It's not a word he would use for a road, unless it was the Vegas Strip. ]
I guess it is going to be bright, but anything would stand out against emerald green. I don't think the road can be any more conspicuous than me.
[ When he gets home, he is burning these pajama pants. All of his pajamas will be black or grey or a very dark green. No red, no yellow, and definitely no white lettering on his behind. ]