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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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Oh, dammit.
[Revan heaves out a sigh, blowing her bangs up.]
Just keep talking. Eventually something will click and we'll start speaking the same language.
[She's obviously not confused by this sudden communications barrier, just exasperated, and looks Simmons up and down to check for what signs of injury she could see through a full set of armor.]
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[ God dammit. ]
I don't know what language you're speaking, but you should go back to the one you were using before? I understood that.
[ He may not have picked up on what's going on and may not understand the plan, but at least it is keeping him going.
He notices he's being scrutinized, and shifts uncomfortably. At least from what a person can tell by looking at him, he's probably okay. His arm especially seems to be in much better working order than when Revan saw it last. ]
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At least you're in one piece.
[Since he doesn't look like he's about to fall back over, Revan picks a leaf out of one of the seams in his armor, claps him on the shoulder with a quick smile, and retreats to normal conversational range.]
I haven't seen any of those...what did you call them before? [The whole thing still feels somewhat dreamy and unclear in her memory, but Simmons definitely had a specific word for that species.] ...Orcs. No orcs around.
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[ Hey look, a word that doesn't have to translate! Simmons spins around.
...Okay. None of those. He turns back around, shoulders sinking in relief. ]
Oh my god you almost gave me a heart attack.
[ Not that she can understand him. Obviously, (or at least it's finally getting through to him,) something's wrong with translation here. Simmons considers his years and years of experience as a goddamn nerd. There was definitely a point where he knew some Huttese words, but it's not like he's ever had to use the shitty conlangs he thought were cool when he was fourteen.
And some of them worked better than others. ]
Dammit, if Jedi spoke Klingon, we'd be in business.
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No orcs.
[If he's paying attention, he now knows the difference between "orcs" and "no orcs" in Basic.]
Besides, it's not like any of them were worth anything in a fight, and you're wearing heavy armor.
[Things Revan hasn't clued into yet: Simmons isn't what you'd call a good soldier, or even an adequate one.]
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I mean yeah, but it's dead. No shields, no nothing.
[ ...Wait a second. ]
Hey, I understood that!
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[Revan shakes her head in exasperation. It's better than no translation at all, but it's still baffling.]
My lightsabers don't work, either.
[She demonstrates, unclipping one and very obviously triggering the switch repeatedly while nothing happens. This is bullshit, Simmons.]
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...Excuse me, I'm still kind of getting over the real-Jedi-with-actual-lightsabers thing.
[ He may be lost in... Oz? Whatever the Green is, but this is still hands down the most interesting thing that has come into his life lately. ]
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[Revan flips the saber around with a deft motion, offering it to Simmons pommel first--which she damn well wouldn't be doing if she thought there was the slightest chance of the weapon working. Regardless, she's got the switch locked at the off position. People who treat lightsabers like toys rarely last long.]
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[ Oh, Jesus. He's going to have to explain that, isn't he? But later. Right this second, he's being offered a lightsaber.
This moment feels like it should be more somehow. There should be godrays. There should be a choir. So what if it doesn't work? Simmons gets to touch it.
He picks up and examines the lightsaber, unable to contain a delighted, quivery hee! No one is ever going to believe this story. It's still going to be his best story. ]
Yeah uh. Definitely busted.
[ He is a dignified and responsible adult barely containing the desire to make the whoommmm noise.
...For about a second. He's definitely making the noise. Just a little one. There are obligations one faces in their existence, and making a lightsaber sound when holding a lightsaber is, for Simmons, definitely one of them. ]
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It takes a second for Revan to realize that noise he just made is mimicking the hum of an active lightsaber, and then she laughs into her hand, unable to help herself. He's just so happy, and she can feel the emotion radiating from him like a sunrise.]
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...Right.
[ He returns the lightsaber to Revan the same way she handed it to him, pommel-first. There's still some reverence in how he handles it, some attempt at professionalism even though the lack is obvious. ]
So. That really sucks. Guess we need to find you a sword.
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Two, preferably.
[Dual-wielding forever.]
Are you going to be all right with your armor's internals down?
[If he usually has a power assist, a suit of heavy armor might be a problem.]
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[ He's no Spartan, Simmons. ]
All the rest of me is working, so that's kind of the more important part.
[ He shrugs. Robot parts, what can ya do? ]
Fixing your own arm with one hand is pretty hard.
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[She promises not to reprogram him to flip people off or something, because she has turned over a new, memory-wiped leaf.]
I'm glad that didn't go dead on you, at least.
[It's weird that it still works when his presumably less complicated armor has shut down, though.]
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[ Both for the offer, and for being glad his stupid body works. He appreciates that. ]
I would be asking why they didn't? But maybe let's not jinx it.
[ If his internal organs stop functioning... well. That doesn't bear thinking about.
He straightens a little, eyeing the crumbling city around them uncertainly. ]
So. Finding other people, and swords?