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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[pidgeypidge]

She's never been afraid of the dark, so of course she's going to press on. The door proves to be less of a challenge than originally anticipated, so she makes her way past it and holds her iMog up, intending to use it as a light source.

She hears the ping of another message coming through, but decides to hold off on checking it for now, in favor of making her way toward one of the closest rooms.

[whirluendo_of_puns]

"Friiisk, wait for us! We can't all be as cool as you!"

Come on, what's a poor Summoner supposed to do with D-rank speed? Certainly not jump between treetops like a badass. At least this time, they manage to catch up before the group can get separated again.

But even for someone as carefree as Patches, this place smells like bad news.

"Going in here all by herself... You gotta admit, that girl's got guts."

[einspine]

"WELL, FORTUNATELY FOR PIDGE, SHE'S NOT ALONE! OR. WELL. SHE WON'T BE FOR LONG!" He points dramatically at their destination, beaming despite the tense circumstances.

And yet... there's something off about the air for sure. Unsettling about their surroundings. His enthusiasm fizzles slightly as he looks on at the looming door.

"NORMALLY I'D SUGGEST FORMING A STRATEGY, BUT PERHAPS WE SHOULD HURRY ALONG. JUST IN CASE..."

[poisonwish]

Snow White shivered. He didn't like that feeling. He couldn't quite put his finger on why, but it made him uneasy. A chill, like a spirit passing through him -- or how he imagined it would feel.

"Maybe we should wait..." he heard himself saying. "Prepare first. We don't know what's in there."

Truthfully, he was afraid to go in.