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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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Then what are you going to do, stay here? Idiot. It's only going to get worse. If you won't come with me, at least start moving!
[ and stop that sorry stumbling. whatever disability that charred body is facing now, iv won't correct it. he refuses. it is not his place. the fool must carry himself and face the world beyond the depths of fiery hell as a man should.
he gestures wildly ahead of himself. whether or not the action is visible enough in the haze of thick smoke eludes his thoughts. ]
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above it all, the steady thrum of pain. low as distant thunder, growing louder as the moments pass. this stranger, bright-haired, is too much for rin's tired eyes, which are still flashing ghost-white explosions behind the lids. ]
Moving? Where?! There's nowhere to go.
[ anger, because that's the most accessible. keep it going, keep the fuse lit, even if rin knows he's reaching its end. ]
Idiot.
[ the insult is mockingly delivered, a parody of the tone used on him. ]
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Then find a place!
[ find it, and then crumble there in the deafening silence of self-loathing. iv thinks this is so simple, and yet here they are. his body further tenses in agitation at the sight of the raging chaos behind them, the fool's plight, and his own nervous state over everything. he wants nothing more than to leave. ]
If this is how you're going to be, fine. Just don't do it here. Dying with the mess won't solve anything.
sorry about the wait!
instead, he bites the inside of his cheek, every inch of him aching still -- the jagged edge of flesh and bone where his arm once was, his bitten-red lips, the burns that dot his skin. there's a part of him that's terrified in the superlative, a gut-deep intrinsic fear that has no rational escort. he doesn't want to be left alone with the fire behind him, doesn't want to be left to his thoughts again and again.
--besides, he'd noticed the pause that this stranger can't quite hide. the ringing in his ears that must be shared between them, something quieter and angrier than compassion. ]
Dying won't solve anything?
[ his reply is a murmur, half and half again the volume of his previous retort. ]
Then what the hell are you doing lingering around here and picking up strangers? What's that say about you?
no worries, and same here!
If I leave you now, are you really going to get up and go? [ his tone alone should speak for himself; however, he continues for emphasis, voice still low. ] I won't accept you sitting there while the fire's still going. Get up.
[ as long as it isn't here that one loses oneself, he believes it'll be that much better. this place is death. ]