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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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[Perplexed, Phos leans heavily against the wall, golden arms outstretched to hang lazily over it. They weren't sure what to make of his grimace, or his fussing with the tree, but they tilted their head curiously.]
...Do you need help?
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[ Leaping up again he manages to get a better hold of one of the thinner branches and successfully snaps it off. ]
Got it!
[ Rushing back he skids to a stop and and quickly settles down on his knees. Again he raising his finger to Phos in that 'one-second' signal before starting to use the stick to draw in the dirt.
The first is a very quick rough doodle of a cartoony Phos and Impulse talking far more animatedly than they really did. The second is a slightly more detailed etching of Phos making a disgusted face at the offer of bread and putting their hands up to refuse it.
When it's done he puts down the stick in front of him, probably close enough Phos could easily grab it if they wanted to, and starts gesturing again, pointing to himself, to Phos, between them, then at the drawing, at Phos again and then at his own head with a slightly hopeful questioning look. ]
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There's absolutely no recognitionnon their face, but they at least attempt a awkward smile.]
Uh...you're a pretty good artist?
[They have no idea what to do with that hopeful look, so they tentatively just. Pick up the stick. And doodle a flower in the dirt. It's kinda shitty.]
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Falling backward into the dirt, he groans as he presses the butts of his palms against his closed eyes. ]
Ugh, more time travel garbage...
[ Or something along those lines. Phos not remembering him or not understanding what he was trying to convey, could have been because of any number of things really, but time travel was already on his shit list right now and so it was an easy target. ]
What is with this place?