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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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Eventually she has to shut them again, but only when she notices him surfacing does she follow suit. She takes a large, exaggerated breath, looking elated, though tired.]
Ha! [In her best announcer voice, after a pause to enjoy the air:] And the winner is Leia Rolando.
Do I get a prize?
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We didn't decide anything like that before we started . . . but a prize sounds fair. What do you want?
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She looks more serious suddenly as she considers.]
Ummm . . .
[This shouldn't be hard!]
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In retrospect, he must look ridiculous with all this water weighing down his normally wild hair.]
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. . . Leia watches him and laughs. Eventually she decides he needs help, momentarily forgetting what she was thinking about as she waits for something to pop into her head; so she inches closer and reaches up to get the strands he missed.]
Sorry. Even though I brought it up, I'm totally drawing a blank.
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Does that mean I'm supposed to decide now? That's a little risky, don't you think?
[He could get up, grab a rock, and throw it at her for her "prize." And unlike Ryouga, IV would be nice enough to not aim at the head.]
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What do you mean? That's what I was about to suggest.
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Forget about it. So you really want me to decide your prize for you? I'll have to think.
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Well, if you want to. I can take it!
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I do. I'll think of something and give it to you later. For now, you get bragging rights.
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[Bragging rights. She'll take that, too.
Whatever he decides will be worth the wait anyway, she's sure.]
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[He smirks, tone of voice teasing. He decides then that he's been in the water long enough and climbs out of the stream to sit on a nearby boulder, next to his drying clothes.
But not before he leans forward and tucks a strand of Leia's hair behind her ear. Then he's out and hit by the jungle humidity again. He messes the front of his hair, shaking off excess moisture and creating a pale imitation of his usual style.]
I've swum enough, but you can stay there while your vest dries. I'll keep watch.
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I just want a few more minutes.
[Yeah, right--
Either way, they've actually found comfort in such a terrifying situation; and for now, that's more than enough.]