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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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[ Time travel is not even the weirdest thing that Arturia has to consider in her life, considering the things she normally gets up to. ]
Your arm is turning purple. Let me help with the strap.
[ She reaches forward and starts undoing the strap without waiting for permission. If he's going to be stubborn about it, then she's just going to make sure he doesn't hurt himself. ]
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[He doesn't stop her undoing the strap, because there's pride and then there's just admitting he isn't left-handed. Once the shield's off he flexes and closes his hand a few times.]
Thanks, [he says in a bit of a mumble.]
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[ There's no point in being angry at this guy. He's clearly out of his depth with all this magic and what not. ]
You're welcome. Is your hand alright?
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[He figures he should probably ask her how she's doing too, but how do you really do that in a situation this bizarre?]
Is that, uh, is that sword heavy?
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[ Arturia rolls her shoulder forward and back, then glances at her sword. ]
... Not particularly. It's well balanced.
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[As you do.]
...That's good. Do you, uh, do you have a name?
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That sounds unfortunate. I'm glad you're not more badly injured.
[ She inclines her head in a slight nod. ]
I am Arturia Pendragon, the King of Knights, the Once and Future King of Britain.
[ She speaks with a remarkable conviction, her whole presence seeming to grow as she names herself. ]
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[She rattles off a title that's so grand it makes his head spin a little - but even someone dense as he is can see that there's a well of pride and power that she's drawing from. He doesn't know if he's ever heard someone state their name with some grand confidence.]
I hope you don't expect people to remember that whole thing. Seems kind of presumptive.
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Just Arturia is fine. Or Saber.
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I'm Dixon.
[He used to introduce himself with "Officer" at the front, and it stings a little to know that only a week ago that wouldn't have been a lie.]
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[ Okay not true but her humor is pretty dry in general. ]
It's nice meeting you, Dixon.
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[Who doesn't occasionally joke?]
Pleasure's mine.
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[ Stares. What are you saying to her here, Dixon? ]
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[Look, he's catching on to the fact that maybe some idioms won't translate! A+ detectiving skills.]
Might as well look around and make sure we aren't about to get jumped by anything.
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[ She glances around, lips pursed, then decides on a random direction to set off in. One is as good as another, right? ]
Are you coming?
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[He's about to suggest it might be better if they set this place as somewhere to return to and split up over a hundred yards or so, but then the teleportation magic kicks in.
And he's gone.]