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松岡凛 ( rin matsuoka ) ([personal profile] jawdacity) wrote in [community profile] estoria2015-10-04 04:23 pm

( mini-plot post: open to all )

Who: [personal profile] 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 [personal profile] 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. ]
complices: (ᴀʀᴅᴇᴏ。)

[personal profile] complices 2015-10-26 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ardeo remains silent, his flames flickering in judgment as the night air blows through the remains of the village. The ash rustles slowly over the earth and for a long moment, he says nothing.

When he does speak, it's not the same, cheerful piping and yipping laughter as when he was greeting everyone earlier. Now, he finally sounds his age: ancient. ]


Fire is a gift. It sheds light and it warms. The people who used to live here -- they delighted in it, you know. They would gather and tell their stories and be happy.

Then when they left, I thought I would keep their houses warm for them.

But now even their houses are gone.

[ Ardeo rises then, approaching Rin. He paws against the earth are silent, leaving no scorches behind, but his gaze is pinned on Rin. There is no welcoming warmth in it -- only scorching distaste. ]

Why? Why did you do it? Why were you so careless? Why did you use my fire take even their remains? [ A snarl: ] I didn't want them!