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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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[Revan flips the saber around with a deft motion, offering it to Simmons pommel first--which she damn well wouldn't be doing if she thought there was the slightest chance of the weapon working. Regardless, she's got the switch locked at the off position. People who treat lightsabers like toys rarely last long.]
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[ Oh, Jesus. He's going to have to explain that, isn't he? But later. Right this second, he's being offered a lightsaber.
This moment feels like it should be more somehow. There should be godrays. There should be a choir. So what if it doesn't work? Simmons gets to touch it.
He picks up and examines the lightsaber, unable to contain a delighted, quivery hee! No one is ever going to believe this story. It's still going to be his best story. ]
Yeah uh. Definitely busted.
[ He is a dignified and responsible adult barely containing the desire to make the whoommmm noise.
...For about a second. He's definitely making the noise. Just a little one. There are obligations one faces in their existence, and making a lightsaber sound when holding a lightsaber is, for Simmons, definitely one of them. ]
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It takes a second for Revan to realize that noise he just made is mimicking the hum of an active lightsaber, and then she laughs into her hand, unable to help herself. He's just so happy, and she can feel the emotion radiating from him like a sunrise.]
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...Right.
[ He returns the lightsaber to Revan the same way she handed it to him, pommel-first. There's still some reverence in how he handles it, some attempt at professionalism even though the lack is obvious. ]
So. That really sucks. Guess we need to find you a sword.
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Two, preferably.
[Dual-wielding forever.]
Are you going to be all right with your armor's internals down?
[If he usually has a power assist, a suit of heavy armor might be a problem.]
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[ He's no Spartan, Simmons. ]
All the rest of me is working, so that's kind of the more important part.
[ He shrugs. Robot parts, what can ya do? ]
Fixing your own arm with one hand is pretty hard.
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[She promises not to reprogram him to flip people off or something, because she has turned over a new, memory-wiped leaf.]
I'm glad that didn't go dead on you, at least.
[It's weird that it still works when his presumably less complicated armor has shut down, though.]
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[ Both for the offer, and for being glad his stupid body works. He appreciates that. ]
I would be asking why they didn't? But maybe let's not jinx it.
[ If his internal organs stop functioning... well. That doesn't bear thinking about.
He straightens a little, eyeing the crumbling city around them uncertainly. ]
So. Finding other people, and swords?