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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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Yeah, most people only do that if they're trying to cover something and rob a bank, and those don't look like good bank-robbing clothes.
[What with being white and red and all. Dixon reaches up and runs his palm over his forehead.]
Forget it. It's been a long day. [It occurs to Dixon that this kid may be the youngest person he's seen here so far, and that that means he's probably in charge of making sure this kid doesn't end up eaten by the local dragon or stabbed by the resident sword-swinging monkey. In a way, that's kind of a comforting thought. It gives him something to do, a clear duty when there's nothing else to hold onto.]
How old are you? You got anyone looking for you out here?
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Sixteen.
[ He answers despite not really getting why that was relevant. It doesn't even occur to him that he probably shouldn't be giving away any more information about himself than necessary. Secret identity and all. But what did an age matter anyway? Especially when it was really just an estimation based on how old he looked. ]
And two of my friends are here somewhere. I ran into them earlier but we got separated by the stupid teleporter. You seen anyone here you know?
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[He shakes his head.]
Nah, but there ain’t many people I’d be keen on seeing here anyway. My mama would probably give herself a stroke with all the stress. [And he lost basically all his friends when he was fired from the force - some who distanced themselves from him, and others who might be receptive but may as well he trapped in amber as Dixon found himself too ashamed to reach out to them. The most excitedge could be about anyone he knew would be just bare apathy.]
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[ He has. Right off a cliff. ]
An' I can take care of myself. Why do people keep telling me I'm gonna break my neck?
[ He said while standing on a storey high crumbling wall.
When Dixon talks about not wanting anyone he knew to be here, his mother in particular, Bart gives a small understanding nod. At least thinking he gets it. ]
Probably for the best. The less civilians that have to get dragged into whatever this is, the better.
[ There's a pause where he gives the man another scrutinizing look. ]
Are you a civilian? Or are you a hero, too?
[ If Tim could get brought here in his civies it wasn't out of the question that other superheroes might have had the same fate. And that shield Dixon was holding wouldn't exactly look out of place on a hero or villain. ]
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He does that facial expression where he squints and jerks his head back, like he's both offended and perplexed by the question. Then he pauses, because he isn't sure how to answer it. Even he knows the Ebbing PD weren't the heroes the TV made law enforcement look like, but he used to think there was some kind of honor he could lay claim to. That's gone now.
But identifying as "civilian" is something new for him, and it stings. He has the same look as when he explained that he got set on fire.] Civilian. I just found the shield strapped to me.
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Frankly, he'd heard far worse, and at least that comment was a blanket insult at all teens his age, not necessarily something directed at him in particular. As far as he was concerned it said more about Dixon than it did about himself, but still, it manages to strike a nerve all the same. So this time he gets huffy, crossing his arms firmly over his chest as if he can somehow manage to make himself look imposing. ]
Yeah? Well, my friends and I always manage just fine on our own, thanks. I don't need no supervision.
[ The way Dixon told him he was a civilian struck something of a cord, though he wasn't sure why. The nuances of expressions or tones were hard to pin down sometimes, still, it didn't seem like quite the average response, and he wasn't entirely sure how to feel about it, so he just nodes eyeing his shield again. ]
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Smart-ass kid. Dixon gives the puffed chest an unimpressed look, gives Bart's annoyance at the rude remark an unsympathetic one.]
Look, kid. Kid. [Dixon says the word twice as if somehow it'll cement it as an agreed-upon fact between them.] No adult worth a shit would let you go running off in a situation like this. At least not until we figure out what the hell's going on. Alright? So all I'm going to say is that you need to stick close.
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How'm I supposed to stick close to anyone when the sprocking teleporters keep bouncing everyone all over the place? What'cha gonna do? Climb up here and hold my hand?
[ Okay, so this outburst wasn't so much aimed at Dixon as it was the situation, but the man did make himself a good target. Bart had already been ported away from two people he'd actually wanted to stick close to. Having someone he barely knew and who frankly wasn't leaving the best of impressions, demand that he stick close because he might break his neck or get eaten by a bear, was just adding insult on top of irritation. ]
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[Dixon snorts, looking like he's getting fed up with the idea of having to walk a sixteen year-old through the very simple concept that in unfamiliar circumstances, adults try not to let teenagers wander far away. The fact that there's an element of uncontrollable chance - the teleportation - doesn't change that for as much as they can, they should stick together, as far as Dixon's concerned.]
Maybe the...whatever it is bouncing us around will slow up some. Ever thought of that?
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What does holding hands have to do with either of those things?
[ He was also tempted to coment on the use of the word queer, but as far as he'd been able to glean in his few years in the past, it was one of those words that switched connotations depending on usage. And while he was about 90% sure that Dixon's use of it was meant to be insulting and homophobic, he was willing to give the benefit of the doubt. For now.
He did kind of wish Cassie were here, though. She would have known for certain whether this was something to call the guy out on and would have been better at articulating an argument against using it that way, or at all. ]
And who cares if the teleportation slows down? Either way, I'm not just gonna stick around here, I need to find my friends again. They'll know what to actually do about this whole mess.
[ And with that, he starts walking along the wall again, but after only a few steps he stops and looks back at the guy. ]
Feel free to follow me though, I guess.
[ Dixon was by his own admission still a citizen stuck in a cosmic garbage situation, and it was his job to make sure he didn't get hurt here. ]
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Well, I guess if you're going to look for your friends, who probably ain't going to know shit, I'll have to. [It's not like Dixon had ideas of what to do next, but now he feels like he has to go with whatever Bart says, and he's not particularly fond of feeling bossed around by a teenager. But as he's about to schlepp his way in Bart's direction, the teleportation they had just been talking about kicks in again. He doesn't even get a chance to saw anything before he's somewhere else entirely.]