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jawdacity & all of cerealia!
When: towards the end of the event (so this won't conflict with any event threads you may already have going). 2-3pm.
Where: Abandoned village + surrounding jungle
What: THERE ARE EXPLOSIONS. And mushrooms.
Rating/Warning: Possible NSFW for gore?
Details about this mini-plot HERE
(theme song of this post, courtesy ofmoribound.)
[ it's another muggy, meandering day in the jungle; nothing seems to be out of the ordinary. ]
IN THE VILLAGE
[ if your character is near the center of the village, they'll bear witness to the curious sight of a herd of shuffling mushroom beasts. in terms of threat level, to the experienced hunter they may have ranked low on the scale: slow, lacking an external fang or claw, they seem to be interested only in their endless march forward.
but, if your character is close enough, they may catch sight of a red-haired young man, a manifesto of anger written across his face. one breathless moment, the calm before the storm, and then he hurls a metallic pair of gloves at the closest beast, the gloves trailing arcs of flame.
what may strike your character first is the searing heat, the thrum of the earth below their feet. the whole village is demolished in a moment, the dying cries of the beasts rising above the din. the explosion lasts much longer than it should, the line of mushrooms going up one after another.
if you're too close, you might be torn in two. you might lose a limb, or two, or three. you might go deaf, you might lose your sight. you might lose all your eyelashes, your clothes. maybe the bag of mushrooms you'd collected for dinner is now little more than ash.
keep running. the smoke trails into the air. someone is screaming. the smell of charred meat follows you even after you disappear into the jungle. ]
IN THE SURROUNDING JUNGLE
[ if your character is close enough to the village, they'll feel the blasts, one after the other. the jungle is on fire, quickly spreading. maybe you'll hear the screaming, too; maybe your lungs will fill with smoke. maybe you'll run into one of the last mushroom beasts, fleeing from the explosion only to trigger a lesser one in the depths of the jungle.
it came from the village, didn't it? maybe someone you love was swept up in the explosion.
if you manage to escape the stampede of terrified jungle beasts (some of which may stop to crunch you up as a quick meal as they dash away from the blast), maybe you can venture closer to see what's happened.
or maybe you should get as far away as possible. ]
jawdacity & all of cerealia! When: towards the end of the event (so this won't conflict with any event threads you may already have going). 2-3pm.
Where: Abandoned village + surrounding jungle
What: THERE ARE EXPLOSIONS. And mushrooms.
Rating/Warning: Possible NSFW for gore?
Details about this mini-plot HERE
(theme song of this post, courtesy of
moribound.)[ it's another muggy, meandering day in the jungle; nothing seems to be out of the ordinary. ]
IN THE VILLAGE
[ if your character is near the center of the village, they'll bear witness to the curious sight of a herd of shuffling mushroom beasts. in terms of threat level, to the experienced hunter they may have ranked low on the scale: slow, lacking an external fang or claw, they seem to be interested only in their endless march forward.
but, if your character is close enough, they may catch sight of a red-haired young man, a manifesto of anger written across his face. one breathless moment, the calm before the storm, and then he hurls a metallic pair of gloves at the closest beast, the gloves trailing arcs of flame.
what may strike your character first is the searing heat, the thrum of the earth below their feet. the whole village is demolished in a moment, the dying cries of the beasts rising above the din. the explosion lasts much longer than it should, the line of mushrooms going up one after another.
if you're too close, you might be torn in two. you might lose a limb, or two, or three. you might go deaf, you might lose your sight. you might lose all your eyelashes, your clothes. maybe the bag of mushrooms you'd collected for dinner is now little more than ash.
keep running. the smoke trails into the air. someone is screaming. the smell of charred meat follows you even after you disappear into the jungle. ]
IN THE SURROUNDING JUNGLE
[ if your character is close enough to the village, they'll feel the blasts, one after the other. the jungle is on fire, quickly spreading. maybe you'll hear the screaming, too; maybe your lungs will fill with smoke. maybe you'll run into one of the last mushroom beasts, fleeing from the explosion only to trigger a lesser one in the depths of the jungle.
it came from the village, didn't it? maybe someone you love was swept up in the explosion.
if you manage to escape the stampede of terrified jungle beasts (some of which may stop to crunch you up as a quick meal as they dash away from the blast), maybe you can venture closer to see what's happened.
or maybe you should get as far away as possible. ]
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It's not okay...!!! Zack...!
[ His shaking hand hovers over the man's punctured lungs, as if he'll suddenly learn some type of magical CPR that will fix everything. His Semblance, a power which Jaune has yet to discover what it entails, makes him wish it were some healing kind in this moment. He never wished for powerful abilities such as telekinesis or super speed, he just wanted the power to protect others. ]
Please...
[cue sad music to die to of choice]
This may not be how heroes are supposed to die. But this is how he will. Is.
The hand that doesn't hurt (isn't missing) weakly grasps Jaune's, both of them hovering over the fatal wound for a moment before he brings them both to rest on his chest. Easier. It's such a small simple thing, this touch, and it's still a strain he can no longer afford.]
No.
[Still smiling.]
It's okay.
[The argument is less insisting than it is rote. Easy. Hopeful, beyond what should be allowed. Another strained inhale, and behind Jaune, he thinks, he can see the sky. Bright, and blue, and unobscured, the same sky he had made a promise to, once. One day, I'll take you to see a beautiful sky, the real sky.
Had she ever found it? Before home had been ripped to ruins, reduced to unrecognizable rubble? If...if the Planet is even still there to return to, that's still safe, isn't it? She's there. Everyone would be.
It's okay. I'm going home.
The pain in his chest sharpens, and he coughs again, his grip on Jaune's hand tightening only for a moment.]
Y-you're okay. [A pause, and his shallow breath grows soft, taking his voice along with it.] It's enough...Cloud.
[And then--nothing.]
why
[ He shouts, still through grit teeth. His own vision is starting to feel blurry as the eyes fill up with tears. It's not okay. Why is he always the one surviving while much stronger people around him disappear or die? What hope does he have of accomplishing all these things that his mentor figures can't? Why is this world of Cerealia so unfair? He would gladly take all of their places, because they're the real heroes. He's just some kid with an outdated hand-me-down for a weapon. ]
Get up.....
[ Sobbing now, as his volume suddenly turns low. Zack's not getting up. In fact, time stands still for about five minutes as Jaune stays by Zack's side... or what remains of the young man. He had died just a few moments ago, with a smile on his face of all things. It's just like him, isn't it?
While Jaune thinks it should have been him in his place, it doesn't mean he's about to give up. He remembers what Sousei once told him, about how everything that happens to Jaune and what he does with it matters... because he's still here. He can make a difference here, if only Jaune knew what, or how to do it.
Maybe he should start by listening to what Zack said about heroes the other day. ]
...
I won't run anymore. [ He stands up slowly, turning away from the body that's going to disappear in about an hour. Before it goes to the place where all his friends in Cerealia are waiting for him, including Pyrrha. ]
Thank you... Zack.