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Wilderlands Mods ([personal profile] wildermods) wrote in [community profile] wilderlogs2018-03-07 06:14 pm

THE SQUAD DOES AN INTRO - [modplot] [event]


THE SQUAD DOES AN INTRO

OOC POST

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.

OOC INFO

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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[personal profile] awfulcer 2018-03-08 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
Speak English, alright? No hablo Mexican. [Dixon can tell that she's annoyed by his answer, but he's going to do the self-serving thing and assume it's that she's just frustrated at the situation and not at him personally. Which is sensible, right? He's pretty annoyed at this situation too.

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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[personal profile] therevanchist 2018-03-08 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Too much to hope for that she could pluck the language out of his mind, especially with the Force seeming so distant and unresponsive here, but his emotions flood over her, the feelings of a drowning man struggling to keep his head above water. Revan can relate, and her own annoyance drains away.]

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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[personal profile] awfulcer 2018-03-08 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn’t temper his speech so much as she does hers, but he does seem to get the gist. That’s why he responds with-] I know, that’s why I’m yelling!

[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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[personal profile] therevanchist 2018-03-09 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[That he's asking a question comes across clearly enough, and if she understood it, her reply would be "no," or perhaps "you're not the boss of me." Dixon does get his answer though, because Revan shrugs at him, then turns and starts up the tree again, speaking over her shoulder, for all the good it does.]

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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[personal profile] awfulcer 2018-03-09 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[That's about when Dixon does something he's sure to regret - he reaches to grab Revan's arm to physically keep her from climbing up the tree. It's not that he's thinking hey, I'm going to invade this lady's space, but it's not that he actually cares about whether she hurts herself at not. It's just habit that when things aren't going how he's yelling at them to go, he'll use brute force to try and get them to go his way.]

I told you not to go running up that tree again--!
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[personal profile] therevanchist 2018-03-09 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[The Force doesn't warn her, and so when Revan feels Dixon's hand on her arm, she acts from mere reflex, her own hand locking around his wrist, fingers automatically finding the nerve and pressing to break his grip while her body follows through the motion, her now-freed arm slamming across his chest to force him into a hip throw. Fortunately for him, she doesn't feel threatened and so doesn't doesn't press her advantage. She just looms over him, arms spread, yelling.]

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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[personal profile] awfulcer 2018-03-09 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Dixon exclaims some kind of cuss word in surprise when she throws him, but it gets pretty absorbed into a "whuff" of air from his lungs as he hits the ground. He stares at her, blinking, stunned and on his back; his nose starts to trickle blood from where it was barely healing and some clot just got dislodged.

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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[personal profile] therevanchist 2018-03-09 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
I'm a Jedi! [Cue emphatic gesture at her robes.] Why would I fall out of a tree?

[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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[personal profile] awfulcer 2018-03-09 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Jedis aren't real. [It's a statement, but it's also a question. Because hell, with everything that's just happened, maybe Jedis are real! He doesn't know! He doesn't know anything!

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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[personal profile] therevanchist 2018-03-09 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
What planet are you from?

[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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[personal profile] awfulcer 2018-03-09 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Earth. What planet are you from? [It’s the kind of snippy question that presumes an answer and that the whole subject is ridiculous.

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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[personal profile] therevanchist 2018-03-09 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
Dantooine. [Sort of. It's complicated.] I've never heard of Earth, sorry.

[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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[personal profile] awfulcer 2018-03-09 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Dixon puts his free hand on his hip and just sort of blinks at her for a bit. The pieces start to coalesce very, very slowly in his head.]

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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[personal profile] therevanchist 2018-03-09 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
["Dantooine" sounds nothing like "Mars," what the heck. Still, Revan lets it go as a distraction.]

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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[personal profile] awfulcer 2018-03-09 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
No shit. [As if he knows anything about the Force.]

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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[personal profile] therevanchist 2018-03-09 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
Just you. If my crew was transported with me, they're not near enough that I can sense them.

[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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[personal profile] awfulcer 2018-03-09 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
I met a girl with a sword and a talking monkey. The monkey had a sword too. Maybe you had a sword when you woke up and lost it, I don’t know. I don’t know shit.

[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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[personal profile] therevanchist 2018-03-09 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, she's noticed he doesn't know shit. Revan unclips one of her lightsabers from its place on her belt and waggles it back and forth at him. She's all checked out for swords, thanks. She's also remarkably blase about the idea of a talking monkey with a sword, if only because "monkey" isn't quite translating and she doesn't trust him to be able to identify species properly if he can't even remember Dantooine for ten seconds.]

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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[personal profile] awfulcer 2018-03-09 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
[If there’s one thing they drill into you at police academy, it’s reaching for your gun whenever any kind of threat pops up. Dixon doesn’t have a gun anymore, but his free hand still jumps to his hip when the lightsaber comes out. He watches it waggle back and forth just long enough to realize she’s not about to do anything with it, then jabs a finger at her.]

Don’t do that shit, don’t you know I got reason to be jumpy?
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[personal profile] therevanchist 2018-03-09 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Pal, judging by what went down five minutes ago, if she wanted you dead, there would be nothing you could do about it.

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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[personal profile] awfulcer 2018-03-09 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
For the last time, I was trying to keep you from hurting yourself. [Which, to him, means it’s outright unfair to even bring it up again. He doesn’t have any shame about his stupid decision to try and grab her, but getting tossed like a pancake was a bit of a blow to the old ego.]

Yeah, well, perps can turn on you like a dime, and this isn’t exactly a predictable situation, alright?

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[personal profile] therevanchist 2018-03-09 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[For all the unflattering assumptions about her, what it says about Dixon and how he sees the world is much sadder, and after a long moment of looking at him in silence, impassive except perhaps for a hint of pity hovering behind her eyes, Revan...lets it go. That's a whole lot to unpack in two sentences, and he doesn't seem to realize it. They have bigger things to worry about.]

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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[personal profile] awfulcer 2018-03-09 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[She lets it go, so he does too. He gives her apology a kind of a grunt of acknowledgment, which is as close as she'll get to anything. He gives her a bit of the evil eye still, the way someone would size up a dog that growled at them.]

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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[personal profile] therevanchist 2018-03-09 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[She isn't the scruffy stray in this simile about unpredictable animals, Dixon.]

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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[personal profile] awfulcer 2018-03-09 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Your, ah, your sixth sense work on lions and tigers and bears?

[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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