THE SQUAD DOES AN INTRO: GROUP MEET UP - [modplot] [event] [free-for-all]

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THE SQUAD DOES AN INTRO: GROUP MEET UP
OOC POST
The Green's binding spell finally works out its kinks and the entire group is teleported into the same area in the center of the city, near the statues of the Tin Man, Cowardly Lion, and Scarecrow.

Everyone in the group feels a tingling sensation as the magic sets in place and binds them. Anyone that tries to leave will now find themselves being teleported back if they wander too far. The group will have to try to stay together when it moves now.

They have a little bit of time to figure things out.

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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.

✦ Free-for-all Post. This event will be in "free-for-all" format, meaning that threadhopping is encouraged and that threading should be treated in the same conversational way as network posts.

✦ By now, the language magic should be fully in place. By now, everyone should have magically learned Sylvaen so that everyone can speak it fluently and understand each other.

Comments

[astrarche]

They don't.

[And there, again, is yet another point of frustration and horror, building up pressure inside her.]

This body wasn't supposed to last more than a week.

[Maybe it still won't. Maybe she'll just fade away in a few more days. Maybe that's all the time the Green has to hold on to her.

She doubts it, somehow.]

But here I am. Still a monkey. Saving the Green and all set to take a ride in a 'car,' whatever that is.

[She doesn't want it. She doesn't want any of it. But they've been over that already. She's sad and horrified and doesn't want this life, but she has it, and they've been over that already.

The only distraction she has now is an awful one, but -]

The rapist you're going to murder. Who did they assault?

[awfulcer]

How long's it lasted?

[There's something very obliviously calm about the way he asks that, like yeah, sure, you're inhabiting bodies. He's getting used to it. The boiling frog effect for "fucking weird" has come into full force.]

I don't know who he raped. Just know he did with his friends and burned her to death. Overheard him bragging about it and... [Well, he'd made some assumptions about who the victim was, acted on them, got them all wrong, and decided to say "fuck it" and go kill the guy anyway.] Figured he deserves a bullet a little more than I do, so. Here we are.

[As if "decided to go kill a guy" and "ended up a character in a fantasy quest ensemble" logically flow one to the other.]

[astrarche]

[That gives her pause, makes her think about it.]

This is day three.

I feel . . .

I feel different than I did in life. I can't . . . I can't feel myself fading. I feel alive.

I feel alive, and I feel like I'm - like I'm not going to change. Like I'm not going to leave this.

[Once she was a princess of time and space. Once she was a mother, slowly dying, able to make that "slow" be "long." Once - she had more time, with her loved ones.

Now she has time, and no loved ones.]

I've killed for worse reasons.

[Why refrain from admitting it? 'Daddy said so' is a terrible reason overall. And she's - she's been so alone for so long.]

What are you going to do here?

[This seems like such a small mission, and yet - the mission she wants is smaller. The mission she wants is Kubo, is Hanzo, is two people and surely if the world was worthy it would be a world they lived in.]

[awfulcer]

[He looks over at her, then returns his attention to the sky and his cigarette. He figures how limited that “alive” probably is. It’s probably a body-alive, not a brain-alive, given her circumstances. Heart-alive and bleeding and soul-dead.]

Well, at least you got thumbs. Could be worse. [On that front and possibly that front alone.] You can still read and write.

[He realizes thumbs aren’t necessary to read but doesn’t want to draw attention to his conversational stumble, so he doesn’t.

He shrugs.]

Go with it, I guess. Try not to fuck it up too hard. I’ll help you try and get answers, if that’s what you’re trying to do.

[It’s something, he realizes, that he wants to do. It’s a goal without fuzzed-out, vague edges, without too much optimism dragging it into the realm of the impossible. It appeals to the buried-deep parts of him that wanted to help people a long time ago, before anger and apathy caked themselves on. There’s a simple part in most people that just wants to alleviate pain wherever they find it, in others and in themselves. That’s the part that makes that offer to Sariatu now.]