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Entry tags:
- [au] ashelia b'nargin dalmasca,
- [au] bonnie,
- [au] frisk,
- [au] naomi kimishima,
- [au] papyrus,
- [au] serge,
- [ou] adrien agreste,
- [ou] angeal hewley,
- [ou] ann takamaki,
- [ou] baiken,
- [ou] castor westmoore,
- [ou] finn (star wars),
- [ou] futaba sakura,
- [ou] kanji tatsumi,
- [ou] keith,
- [ou] klonoa,
- [ou] kuja,
- [ou] madhuri,
- [ou] marinette dupain-cheng,
- [ou] naoto shirogane,
- [ou] red savarin,
- [ou] riku,
- [ou] snow white,
- [ou] takashi shirogane,
- [ou] terra,
- [ou] tidus,
- [ou] uendo toneido
The Heroes of Light vs. The Sakura Forest (round 1)
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)!]
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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Klonoa's introduction earns a friendly grin. What a cute little guy.]
Glad to see we've come prepared! We'll be counting on you.
[He then greets the rest of the team with a brief bow.]
I'm Uendo, your resident Summoner. If we come across the Eidolon, you can leave the translating to me.
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AND I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM PLEASED TO MEET YOU ALL! BARRING THOSE I ALREADY KNOW, LIKE KUJA AND KLONOA. BUT!!! ANYWAY, I'M NOW A MASTER CHEMIST AND SLOWLY WORKING MY WAY THROUGH THE GLORIOUS CLASSES OF MAGITEK KNIGHT AND GOURMAND!
[He pauses, whipping out a potion bottle.]
AND, GIVEN MY JOBS, I HAVE A GREAT STOCKPILE OF ITEMS.
[He pauses.]
OH. AND I CAN DO SOME... ELEMENTAL SHOOTY THINGS, TOO.
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"Indeed. Actually, I... don't think I've met you." He turns to glance at Pidge, but shrugs. "Oh well. Shall we?"
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"I'll admit, I'm still not that used to having healing magic. I've only been using it in the hospital so far. But, I'll do whatever I can to make sure you guys stay standing."
He says.
"Just.. don't get reckless, I guess. Can't imagine it'll be a problem, though."
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He starts moving, not at the front of the back, but from the center, which is strategically the best place for him to stand as a spellcaster and has nothing to do with the decreased likelihood of getting ambushed by something.
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The forest seems timeless and eternal as they travel, and they do travel awhile. There's little of note, save for the occasional copse of yellow-petaled flowers...and, should they listen, a faint chuckle, that sounds like it might belong to an old man. The shadows of trees in the haze suddenly don't look so friendly.
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But then they're moving, and she's pretty content to take up the rear. Her ribbon is tucked safely in her pocket and she has her slate out. Every so often, she'll take a photo as they walk. It's comforting that they still have signal out here, and that's something she's definitely going to be keeping an eye on.
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He does try to keep a cheery disposition on the outside, at least. See, he's pausing periodically to tie a ribbon to a tree as they go. Not scared at all. Ha. Ha.
"...I'm going to hazard a guess and say that was not one of us laughing just now?" He's not sure whether he's hoping for confirmation or denial.
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"It's quite alright. Incidentally, does anyone happen to have countermeasures against lightning?"
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"On it," they say, whipping out their iMog slate and changing gear sets. Their generic green and brown hoodie is replaced with a black one, with lightning-bolt patterns in white spiderwebbing across it. "Tidus, I have a spare if you want one for your Ninja gear. Might be a bit small, but you can wear it unzipped. And what're you thinking, Kuja? Sounds like you might have an idea of what kind of shenanigans are afoot."
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Just in case, he looks to the sky, to check for storm clouds.
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He's never heard of another old man Eidolon, either... so what does that leave?
"A ghost, maybe? There's been talk of spectral monsters and spirits showing up lately. No reason there couldn't be one here."
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sorry wait who's the tank here
"Whatever it is, I don't like how it sounds. We should get ready for anything."
He says, and presses his hands together, gesturing to Papyrus as glowing motes of Regenerative green healing energies suffuse him like dust settling on a pristine countertop.
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Still, the laughter is certainly... ominous. The flowers just as much. He winces a little at the sight, but doesn't comment on it just yet.
Cautious, he prepares a Safeguard. He'll switch to Magitek if he needs to fight, but for the time being, a more defensive job seems handy. "THOUGH IF THERE IS A GHOST HERE, LET'S TRY TO BE CIVIL. COMBAT IS A GREAT WAY TO STRENGTHEN BONDS, BUT WE PROBABLY SHOULDN'T GET AHEAD OF OURSELVES."
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"Let's hope we can talk, but sinister laughter isn't usually a good sign of someone who just wants to hang out," Chara says.
They take a few steps forward beyond the group, though not far, walking a slight circle around their group as they use Sense Earth to see if they can detect the presence of whoever the laugher might be in their immediate area.
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Long story. And again, Frisk had the right idea. Transience would have made that little adventure much easier.
"Anyway, are we sure that's the eidolon? Maybe I'm biased here, but when I hear laughter around a summoning...to me, that usually means a summoner's gone mad."
Lol Tidus
"I agree with Tidus..." he murmured, trying to peer through the fog. "I may have no experience with Eidolons, but when it comes to deranged men trying to use power beyond their means... "
This was giving him angry memories of the Grimms all over again. And regardless of Pap's advice, Snow was already itching to stab whatever threat was out there.
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The laughter seems to dissolve into a breeze and leaves an uncomfortable silence in its wake, and that silence lingers whether or not the party decides to keep moving. It lingers and it lingers and it lingers.
Until it doesn't. At least for some of you. From the left, Pidge hears a gasp and a cry of pain from a voice that could only belong to her brother. From the right, Papyrus can hear some very distinctive trombone playing. From behind them, Kuja hears the laughter again, louder and closer and most definitely belonging to the man he kicked off a cliff on Terra.
For the rest, the silence and dread presses in ever closer.
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Kuja turns on the spot, the spell flying even as he's turning to look, he knows that voice he killed him if the old man is here he'll kill him all over again if that's what it takes Garland is not allowed to be HERE-
Of course, from the perspective of everyone else, Kuja has just cast a [Focus]-empowered Thundara at an unoffensive tree and probably frightened the living shit out of anyone who hadn't expected to hear a tree explode today.
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his friendthe mage. He hadn't heard anything."Kuja, what the hell?" They couldn't afford to blow all their spells on nothing, and they couldn't be separated now. Snow White grabbed Kuja's arm firmly, not about to let him run off.
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