The Heroes of Light vs. The Sakura Forest (round 1)

[littlemhigan]

Who: Everyone who signed up!
When: October 10
Where: The Sakura forest
What: There's supposed to be an Eidolon here! Lets go find it!
Warnings/Notes: it's October and there are supposedly mimics in here.

This morning is damp and foggy, lingering swaths of mist a testament to the rapid changes in temperature that always seem a hallmark of the fall season. The sunlight is still too new to burn it away, and the world seems hazy and lavender.

It would be beautiful, if it wasn’t so eerie. Perhaps it’s simply the morning chill, but skin prickling up to gooseflesh seems to be a common occurrence amongst the gathered crowd, and Castor herself, standing at the head and sorting people into teams, is not immune to this.

Behind her stands the southwestern edge of the Sakura forest. The fog within seems particularly dense, and as it diffuses the morning light, the forest seems almost otherworldly; a glimpse at something fey and unknowable and eternal. It’s likewise eerily quiet; even accounting for the fog smothering all but the closest noise, there are no audible signs of life from within the forest’s boundaries.

If the hair on the back of your neck is slowly raising, you’re probably not alone in that, either.

“Alright!” Castor calls, once she’s finished organizing people, “That should be the lot’ve ye! We don’t know what all’s about in there, and I’ve had word that the local wildlife has been ornery of late, so keep yer wits about ye, and stay close te your mates!

“I’ve given each of ye a handful of ribbon…” she pauses to hold up a handful of her own, a cheery red that somehow looks ominous in this atmosphere. “A colour te each team! Use ‘em to mark yer way in; I don’t want te have te go fishin’ fer lost souls when all’s said and done, and if ye find somethin’ ye’ll leave an easy way back.

“I’d advise ye sort someone te keep an eye on the Slates. Twelve willin’ they work more’n ten fulms into the wood, stay in touch best ye can over the network. And don’t hesitate te turn back if ye feel things’re goin’ poorly fer you an’ yours. I’d rather ye come back alive and emptyhanded.”

Here she pauses again, seeming to count something out on her fingers. “I think that’s the last of what I’ve got te say. Try and be back ‘fore sundown, yeah?”


[ooc: And go! I will be endeavouring to reply to each party at least ONCE daily, regardless of who’s posted in the meantime (we’ll see how it goes)!]

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[hatejakku]

[ Sadly, Finn missed out on that fantastic toss due to his own problems. The firey mimic was charging him, and he suddenly regretted using that flamethrower thing. In a scramble, trying to back up but not get away, he used a Death Penalty shot on the creature.

Unfortunately, the attack only seemed to make it stumble for a second, at least giving Finn enough time to dodge out of the way. Maybe he could distract it? This adventure kept getting worse. ]

[wheretheresawill]

[Being targeted by enemies is where Terra feels most comfortable. He's got Counter ready for when his Mimic hits him, but he's not about to just wait around. Instead, he tries to get both the un-thrown Mimics in position to be hit by Shock Break.

[Unfortunately, he's overreached himself: he misses Finn's Mimic entirely, and only grazes his own with the sword combo.]

[littlemhigan]

The yote mimic shatters on impact with the ground, scattering wood splinters, teeth, shards of broken pottery and what look like a few figurines.

Finn similarly hits his own mimic, blasting the lid clean off and managing to get out of the way of it's remains; sheer momentum carrying the bottom half of the chest forward. It spills a few old books and more miscellany.

Terra's though. Terra's mimic is big and metal, made of iron while the others were simply wood, and the sword combo streaks off it. It doesn't even slow down, and continues moving to try and chomp at Terra's leg.

[hatejakku]

Terra!

[ Finn ignored the contents of the spilled chest and ran over it to try getting to Terra's side. He reloads and tries to concentrate on his next attack, unsure what he could do. It seemed immune to his flamethrower, and there was too high a chance of bullets bouncing off.

For now, he was at the other man's side, hoping to at least distract the creature for a minute. ]

[promiselisting]

[ Futaba curses. If this is turning into an out-and-out brawl, no point staying up here. Her other job will be more effective.

Scrambling for her iMog slate, she flicks through the settings until she can switch her passive and active jobs. Necronomicon erupts into blue flame and disintegrates, and Futaba herself lands on the ground, now in Astrologian. But also a bit more vulnerable. ]

[balancingedge]

{Keith backs off, moving in front of Futaba to act as a sort of shield. If he had finished working on his own custom job, he'd have been able to cut that mimic in half. But he didn't and he's kicking himself for it, using another fire ninjutsu from this distance to hopefully at least buy Terra some time.

Items on the ground can wait until the last mimic stops moving.]

[topgun_textiles]

[Shit, let's help Terra a bit, shall we? He moved in with a grunt, ignoring the munched-on leg. He could deal with that later.

He brought the hammer low and swung high, giving the mimic a solid whack with the Helm Smash.]

Back off, ya stupid piece of shit box...!

[pishirogane]

[Well, there went her originally intended target - and now, so many close-ranged fighters were on the Mimic attacking Terra, she has to use her aim from before in a different manner. Bullets weren't likely to do anything to the outside itself, but the mouth...]

[She would take on the ricochet, her trigger happy shots appearing wild, but coming back to their intended target.]

[kuposcreed]

[Bonnie's been fluttering about during all of this, not quite frightened into inaction but rather a bit scrambled in trying to pick a target. But she was resolved to back up Terra just as she was going to depend on him for defense, so there's no question where she's needed now!

Her Spirit is Surging at this point and while she knows this move will be risky she trusts in the speed training she's been doing and the powers the asterisks give her. And in the others to heal her. Besides, this worked pretty well when they were fighting underwater, right?

Waiting for just the right moment for the metal mimic to yawn wide open she Jumps at it, trying to spear it inside its own mouth. Pointy spear right into the soft bits! She hopes, kupo!]

[littlemhigan]

((Futaba, Ann and Keith have since dropped so we're just going to assume they're tagging along and doing whatever the party's doing.))

Bonnie's a little faster and her tiny spear impales the fleshy mouth bits of the mimic with just enough time to flip away before Kanji's axe comes down on the mimic's head, heavily denting the metal. The mimic pauses for a moment, stunned by the one-two, but it holds still just long enough for Naoto to land a healthy number of shots very close to where Bonnie's blow struck. When the final bullet sinks in, the Mimic gives a mighty shudder and stills.

The air grows still and quiet once again.

The fight seems to have kicked up a fair bit of dust, and the mimics knocked a lot of things over in their graceless charge. Maybe have a look at what's about?

[kuposcreed]

[Bonnie holds her breath as she lays on the ground where she's landed. In fact it takes her moment to realize that's what she's been doing and finally takes a new breath in a long gulp. The battle seems to be over, and nothing else looks like it's getting up to bite them.]

I-is everyone okay, kupo?

[She gently hops up to her feet and begins to look around once more, keeping an eye out for any other monsters first, clues second, and treasure third.]

[topgun_textiles]

Yeah.. I'm fine. Stupid bastard chompy-box motherf-

[He paused and took a look around, his vision clearing. The dust was something incredible, and he had to cover his mouth and nose with a hand to hold back a sneeze.]

Sheesh. They messed up the place...

[pishirogane]

No harm done...

[Though she remained on guard for a little longer in case their fight drew any attention. When it appeared that it didn't, she put her weapon away and proceeded forward, raising an eyebrow at the mess. Yeah, she was putting gloves on for this...]

They did... Let's see what exactly they've turned up though.

[Another time if they might not be dealing with things that mimics have or have not chewed on, she would go without the gloves. But for now, she'd pick around with them on.]