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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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[Whatever. Lose him. He sprints towards an abandoned building, the sides of the walls crawling with overgrown vines and ivy. With his cape flapping dramatically, he vaults over obstacles and takes a running leap off the shoulders of a statue to catch his fingers on a ledge, starting to climb up the side. Follow that, kid.]
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Impulse was no Robin or ninja by any means, but he was a hyperactive teen who loved climbing, and jumping off of, or over things, just for the hell of it.
He speeds up as he follows Sean's lead, already vaulting over all the same obstacles he managed too, in a way that's a little more sloppy but still getting the job done. And doesn't seem to be showing any hesitation about at least trying to follow him up to the ledge, as he heads straight for the same statue Sean lept off of. ]
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Knock it off, kid! [He warns.] Stop following me!
[Ehhh. Like that's going to work. Deciding not to climb in just yet, he flips up the frame and crawls further up on the ivy, keeping an eye on his pursuer as he barrels straight towards the statue. Just gotta confirm he doesn't break his neck making the jump. That's all. Then he's out of there.]
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Under normal circumstances, this jump would have been nothing. In fact, for a moment it even looks like he might still be capable of it, easily leaping on to the statue's shoulders. But as he makes the leap from there to the ledge, his fingers only manage to barely graze it, right before he plummets. ]
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Are you trying to break your neck? [he snaps, as they hang mid-air. He's not concerned at all, nope.] That's not how you make a jump!
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Looking up at Sean with amazement, it's clear he didn't expect that from him. Okay, so maybe the ninja's not one of the bad guys. Or at the very least, he's one with morales. Either way, Bart throws him an appreciative grin. ]
Hey, I would'a made it if I still had my powers. How'd you do that?
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[He looks down at Bart, his single eye narrowing.]
Bend your knees, tuck your body and roll forward. Keep your body relaxed.
[And with that, he drops him. He should be fine. Kids are springy like that.]
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HEY! That's not fair!
[ He starts looking around for a way to try getting back up there again, even though there isn't much chance of catching him without his superspeed. ]