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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.
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But what she'll find with the Force is not the blustering confidence he's throwing out there, but a deep sense of being unsettled. Dixon has no idea what he's doing or why he's doing it, and the weird landscape or new people he's running into are secondary to that. He's pitifully grabbing on to anything that makes him feel even momentarily centered. The primary emotion is desperation.]
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I still can't understand you, you realize.
[Something of an untruth, there, since she understands that sense of desperate upheaval far too well, and this time, she replies far more gently, a sympathetic half-smile tugging at one side of her mouth.]
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[He raises the arm with the shield, them drops it back down. ] Can you stop climbing trees long enough that I know you’re not gonna split your head open?
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Stay put. I'm going to get a look around.
[For a cosplaying nerd, she's pretty buff, jumping to reach the lowest branch and then pulling herself up with no apparent effort.]
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I told you not to go running up that tree again--!
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What the hell!?
[It's really more of a "what is wrong with you?"-type yell than anything threatening, because really, what is wrong with him?]
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And finally she starts saying something that makes sense to his addled head. He looks plenty cowed as he mumbles his way through an excuse.]
I just-- I didn't want you to fall out of that tree and getting hurt-- [And also he was pissed that she didn't fall into line the instead he told her too, but that just comes with the territory of being a cop who's never had to face any sort of consequence.]
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[Then her brain catches up and wrestles her indignation into submission.]
...I understood you.
[Still annoyed but also still a Jedi who remembers how badly he feels, she offers Dixon a hand to help him back to his feet.]
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It's that slice of humble pie that gets him to accept her hand and stand up. He brushes some of the dirt and green emerald dust off him. Some of it sticks to his hand like glitter.]
I seen people fall out of trees before. I didn't know you were some sort of expert in it.
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[Revan supposes it's possible for there to be a world on the Outer Rim somewhere that's heard legends of Jedi but never had one visit...but that's a stretch. As she's speaking, she reaches out to the Force to heal Dixon's various injuries. It's the Jedi thing to do, but it'll also overcome a whole lot of skepticism without having to argue about it. She's a brilliant tactician, okay.
Nothing happens. She can feel the Force in its strange muted condition, but it doesn't respond to her will.]
...the hell?
[It's muttered, obviously not intended for Dixon.]
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Whether it’s meant for him or not, he hears it, and there’s a sick kind of comfort in the fact that she’s confused about things too. A camaraderie in confusion. That’s what he’s been saying: “the hell?” “the fuck?” “what” and “how”? So far answers are thin on the ground. ]
Hey, did you just wake up here after a weird dream?
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[She has no idea why he's being so testy about a perfectly normal question, and it earns him a little more sideeye than he was already getting.]
I'd call it a vision. Sometimes they come in dreams.
[Sometimes they come in dreams and ruin your life, but she's not bitter about literally everything, so it's a complete mystery why her voice is a little tight.]
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Huh.
[And then he sort of just throws his hand up in an "I give up" gesture, not to her but to the universe.]
I just heard a bunch of voices whispering about how we're all lost souls or something and then this- [he gestures to the ruins] -is what I wake up to. And you're from Mars. Or wherever it is you just said.
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The Force...doesn't always make things clear.
[In fact, it rarely makes things clear, and the last thing she wants to do is start up on the oracular Jedi bullshit, because she's had enough of that for a lifetime.]
I don't have any more idea what's going on here than you do.
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Alright. Then let's put our heads together and make an idea. How many other people you seen here?
[Dixon's not the sharpest lightbulb, but he's alright at basic problem-solving. Canny, even, sometimes. And figuring out how many other people they've seen seems like a good start.]
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[Folding her arms, she leans back against the tree she still hasn't successfully climbed because certain people keep interrupting her.]
Did you do something to bring down the language barrier? I wasn't able to.
[Revan says it without a trace of self-consciousness, only annoyance. Clearly it's the Force's fault for being an ass about this, not hers.]
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[The expression Dixon makes involves pulling his chin back into his neck and raising his eyebrows practically up into his hairline, and completely absolves him of any capacity or even knowledge required to take down the language barrier.] I just figured you started talking sense. Your crew?
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I ended up the captain of a light freighter while I wasn't paying attention.
[Yes, Revan, that's exactly how it went.]
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Don’t do that shit, don’t you know I got reason to be jumpy?
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Revan phrases her verbal response more diplomatically than that.]
I didn't hurt you when you actually laid hands on me, and this isn't exactly a tense conversation.
[She cocks her head, evaluating him. Is he really that bad at reading people?]
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Yeah, well, perps can turn on you like a dime, and this isn’t exactly a predictable situation, alright?
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I'm sorry I startled you.
[If he can't tell the difference between backing down and a conscious decision to deescalate, well, they can have that discussion (or argument) later.]
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Well, we should be sticking together, on account of the...whatever might be lurking around here. I get the feeling those ain't just statues.
[He gestures at the tin-man, lion and scarecrow. He doesn't mean that he thinks they're petrified people, but more like a warning, or someone with a really sick sense of decorating choosing the local furniture.]
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Besides you, I don't sense any minds nearby, even dormant ones. That doesn't rule out droids, of course.
[They don't have the Wizard of Oz where she's from, and Revan has no reason to find the statues suspect on any front but artistic sensibilities.]
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[He kind of smiles at the eyes a little, amused by his own stupid joke.]
You familiar with the people in those statues?
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