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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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By the time she rounds the corner and spots the woman, drawing down quickly with her sword, she's absolutely announced her coming. When she speaks, her Japanese is archaic.]
Where am I? What is this place?
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I don't know the answer to either of those questions. I just arrived here myself.
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From where?
[It's been weighing at the back of her mind with every too-calm person she's encountered. How can they be so calm after dying? Was she the only one whose death was violent? But still more importantly -]
Have you seen a boy? A boy in a red jacket, with a black crest on the back, and a - a giant beetle?
[Her voice cracks, her sword shaking as she describes them. Some part of her knows, after all the running, all the searching she's been doing, no one else could have found them if she did not.]
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Fuyuki, in Kumamoto prefecture.
[ Arturia has died, but she's had a few hundred years at the Throne of Heroes to process it. And she still thinks she's a Heroic Spirit. ]
No, I'm sorry. I haven't seen either of those people.
[ Now, Arturia doesn't know the specifics of the situation but she can tell when someone is shaken and in need of support. She holds her hands out again, trying to placate the monkey (not even the strangest thing that's ever happened to her). ]
Please, calm down. I'll do my best to help you.
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[It has the opposite effect, unfortunately.]
We're dead, and you want me to calm down?
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[ This is kind of not new for Arturia. She's technically been dead for a while. ]
I died at Camlann, yes... But I haven't been killed again. Not yet.