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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.
JASON DIXON | THREE BILLBOARDS OUTSIDE EBBING, MISSOURI SPOILERS
The voice tells him he's about to be lost and find other lost people and even in sleep, Dixon huffs a laugh, because if that ain't so on-the-nose even he's got to pick it up...]
The hell...?
[Even a kid as catastrophically opposed to books as young Dixon was knows the lion, the tin-man and the scarecrow. He blinks and wipes the drool away from the corner of his mouth, squinting through all the sunlight reflecting off the ruins. He tries to pick through his drowsy mind for a few threads to tie into a coherent idea of what the hell is going on.
The only thing that makes sense is if they pulled over here on their way through Kansas, but he doesn't see the car anywhere. Instead, when he sits up, he feels one arm weighed down by something strapped to it - a golden shield with an oversized Ebbing Police Department insignia.
Dixon rubs his face and staggers to his feet, shaking his arm to try to wake it up where it's gone tingly from the weight of the shield.]
We pull over at one of those Kansas tourist traps, Mrs. Hayes? Mrs. Hayes? Where the fuck did you go off to? Why're we out here at a...[he gestures at the frozen tin-man] tourist trap for the goddamn Wizard of Oz?
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Especially because Excalibur's heavy weight is across her back instead of waiting to be summoned. She's wandering the strange city and frustratingly can't seem to stay in one spot as something seems to shove her from place to place--until here she is in front of Dixon.
He sees a short young woman(barely over five feet tall), maybe a teenager or just a little older. She's dressed in a rather conservative whtie blouse, blue skirt, black tights, and flats--and has a rather impressive looking sword slung across her back. She stumbles for a moment, then focuses laser sharp onto Dixon. ]
Who are you? What is this place?
[ She speaks in a sharp English accent, all Received Pronunciation and imperious tones. ]
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Dixon. Don't have an idea in hell who you are, though. Or where this is.
[The inside of his head feels like scrambled eggs, what with this bizarre turn of events. Somehow, it's her accent that really throws him. It's not the kind that you typically hear in his neck of the woods.
He gestures at the sword on her back. It's a clumsy kind of movement, especially since his still-asleep arm is weighed down by the shield.]
Are you sure you're supposed to be carrying that around? That an antique or something?
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Call me Saber.
[ A pause as she considers the rest of his answer. That answer's no good, but it's not his fault then, is it? ]
We must be in the same situation, then. Brought here by some sort of unknown magic.
[ Arturia is trying to focus on her plan of action, but is finding it aggravatingly difficult to focus. Her head feels full of cotton balls or wool and the gears of her mind seem to be turning much slower than she'd like. She blinks as the man with a shield asks about her sword. Asking if she's supposed to have it is like asking her if she's supposed to have two hands and two feet. ]
It's not an antique, it's Excalibur. And of course I'm supposed to be carrying it around. Why else would I have it?
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Don't that belong is a museum or something? Excalibur? I'm pretty sure you shouldn't be toting it around like a lunchbox or a-a- a whatever.
[But for a moment she's looking at him like he's an idiot, so he tries to turn his brain up to its maximum capacity and provide some kind of decent answer to her original question. From what he knows about where he was (leaving Missouri) and what they're looking at (Wizard of Oz kitsch) he's pretty sure he's halfway to an answer for this chick who's looking not nearly shaken and helpless enough for his comfort.]
I'm not magic, obviously. I'm pretty sure we're just in Kansas.
[Nailed it.]
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- a monkey with a sword.
Sariatu skids to a stop in the rubble of yellow bricks, panting, eyes wide, landing on Jason, and she's caught off guard for a moment by how strange he looks, this man from one of the lands so far from the mortal world where she and her husband and their son lived -
But her bewilderment fades fast, because she has more important questions on her mind.]
Where am I? Where are they?
[Her expression curls from confusion into fury. Who is this stranger, and why is he here in this land of death with her? Is he responsible? Is he an enemy? She's ready to believe that in a heartbeat. Sword raised, she shouts at him from her distance of about ten feet, her sharp teeth bared between words.]
Who brought me here? Was it you? Tell me!
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What in the hell...?
[Of all the things Dixon's expected to see today - which mostly included cornfields, cornfields and who knows, maybe Mount Rushmore or something? - he did not expect a primate with a sword to be part of them. Even upon accepting that this weird Wizard of Oz shrine might not actually be part of Kansas, he hasn't prepared himself for samurai apes yammering at him in Chinese or whatever that is.
The only thing he gets out of her is "tell me", which isn't a particularly helpful bit to be translated. It's not enough to override the general surreality of being screamed at by a monkey. He kind of waves his shield at her, pawing vainly for a second at his belt where his holster used to be back before they confiscated his gun. Eventually he just settles on finger-guns and really, really hopes she takes them as seriously as he's taking her swords..]
Pow! Scram! Get out of here!
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She doesn't understand his words, but she understands his tone, the sort of dismissive tone one takes with an animal, and she lifts her sword again. How dare he -
She remembers too late she still is an animal, but as she understood his tone, maybe hers will come through - the offended pique of a person who is not accustomed to anyone daring to offend her.]
Excuse me?
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I don’t know that you should be carrying a sword...!
[He suddenly feels bare and nude, like somehow he’s doing something punishable and wrong without knowing what it is.] I’m just as lost as you are, monkey.
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[The young man that addresses him looks completely normal, in that All-American boy way: biceps like grapefruit, bright baby blues, and a jaw that could cut glass. Somewhere, a high school football team must be missing their star player.]
[He's in jeans and a black T-shirt with a red Superman symbol on it.]
[Kon picks up a chunk of broken building and holds the piece up to the sun, looking at how the light glitters and refracts.]
This doesn't even look like glass, it looks like actual emerald.
[Kon tosses it to the ground.]
I don't think we're in Kansas anymore. [He raises an eyebrow.] And I feel uniquely qualified to say that, since that's where I was before this.
[He doesn't quite sound like he's from Kansas. Yes, it's there a little bit, but there's other stuff underneath, like the programmed in fast-talkin' Metropolis accent and the slight twinge of Hawaiian surfer. Kon's accent is a Frankenstein mash because of how many different places he's lived in the few short years of his life.]
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Kon does sound just enough from Kansas that Dixon buys it. That doesn't mean he likes what he's hearing. He'd be perfectly happy to be convinced that this is some kind of detour and that any moment now he's going to stumble out of this green wasteland and back into a cornfield along the 435.
But just because he doesn't like it doesn't mean it isn't true. That's a hard-won lesson that took him a few decades to figure out. So he stoops over and picks up a green chunk, too.]
No one's got this much emerald just sitting around. This has got to be plastic or something. [He squints at it and then taps it against his front teeth, just to see.]
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Look at how it refracts the light. And even if it was plastic, this would be a hell of a lot of plastic.
Between the teleportation and the occasional nonhuman that I've seen so far, this is some weird juju that's going on. We're being messed with either by a supervillain or some higher power.
[He says it like it's perfectly normal and reasonable for someone to think supervillains and higher powers are real. The prospect of worlds out there not having any is strange and definitely not his mental "normalcy" baseline.]
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Supervillain. Right. And maybe this is a dragon's hoard too, ya think?
[He kicks at some of the other shards on the ground, then looks back at the petrified figures. He feels a sinking sensation that maybe Kon's right, that maybe this is something that the confines of everything he knows about reality can't remotely explain. Maybe he should just go with it.]
And a wicked witch for good measure. You got a name?
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[But what did she really know? Nothing, which was both refreshing and concerning at the same time.]
Besides, if this was a tourist trap, why do you think it'd be for something like that?
[Monika sounds to be in pretty good spirits considering that she's in the middle of who knows where.]
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[By now, Dixon's at least got some acceptance that this might be...magic or space aliens or something. The whole thing has left him feeling worn to a nub. Accepting that your reality is a matter of exponential degrees different than what you expected is like getting the wind knocked out of you, staying up 48 straight hours and taking a Xanax all at once.]
Let me guess, you're a chupacabra or something.
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[Well that was an off-putting comment to make this early on.]
Couldn't you have gone with something a little cuter, at least?
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[He puts a hand on his hip; it slips a little because he's used to wearing a holster right there.]
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Re: JASON DIXON | THREE BILLBOARDS OUTSIDE EBBING, MISSOURI SPOILERS
[The words come from a young man sitting on the grass nearby. His back is resting against a large, black dragon, who has curled around him like a particularly big dog might.]
Don't answer that.
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He doesn't understand most of what the kid's saying, but the kid doesn't seem alarmed by the huge winged thing cuddling him.]
Nobody speaks English, that's for damn sure.
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[It might have been more polite to do the introductions while standing. That said, he wasn't going to do it. Not with all the jumping around they'd been doing. No, he and Toothless were going to sit until whatever was causing it figured out where they wanted the pair to be.]
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You mean that thing has no teeth?
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[ He'd been trying to figure out where he'd seen some of this stuff. Having never actually watched or read the source material it was hard to pin down, but he'd seen it referenced to in enough things for some of the imagery to still strike a cord.
The scruffy kid blithely does a balancing act across the top one of the crumbling walls nearby, holding his arms out for balance and everything, as he chatters on. While he sounds normal enough, he's certainly speaking English at least, he's definitely not dressed like a normal kid. In his goggles and red and white spandex, he looks like something right out of a comic book. ]
Oz I mean. I'm pretty sure most tourist traps don't teleport you into 'um. Unless Max lied about tourist traps actually traping people.
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He jerks up as he hears someone interject into his whiny ramblings. When he sees a kid dressed in Spandex and goggles, he's honestly more surprised that he's looking at a person than the spandex; he's been expecting to run into another alien or magical animal for a few hours now.]
No, it's not what this place is. Don't be stupid. [As if Dixon hadn't been laboring under that assumption for like, an hour.] You fall through a dream here too? Seems to be way too many kids here.
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Being told not to be stupid is a common enough occurrence that he doesn't bother responding to it, but he still can't help throwing a sour look Dixion's way. It doesn't last long though. He's quick to go back to concentrating on where he's stepping, shrugging at the question about falling through a dream. ]
Mmm...I don't know if it was a dream. I know I fell through a hole.
[ Stopping at the end of the wall, he take a moment to seemingly try to judge if he can make the jump to the next, goes for it, and makes it but his arms do a bit of a whirligig before he stabilizes. Pausing in his meandering, he lets his arms rest at his sides and tilts his head at Dixon, giving him a more scrutinizing look. ]
What up with you're face? That happen here?
ugh sorry trying to keep the movie's timeline straight
Got the shit kicked out of me and set on fire a little back. Not here. [There's something very flat about the way Dixon says that, something resigned and even sad rather than straight-up upset. Like it was - and it was - part of a quick downward slide to absolutely rock bottom.] What's up with your face?
[Which is just being petulant to cover for that moment of vulnerability, as if this totally normal kid in front of him is ugly or something.]
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