It’s been a few days in the jungle now and hopefully you haven’t managed to die just yet – after all, the fun’s just begun.
On the seventh day of trekking the wilderness, each character who has Air in their heart will suddenly find themselves pausing in the middle of the day. Suddenly they’re able to feel the patterns of the wind in the air. A chill passes through them as a breeze will kick up.
Then without warning, they’re lifted right off the ground and cast up into the sky. At least they don’t have time to be scared as they suddenly lose consciousness after floating for a few seconds.
Don’t worry. It’ll get better. When they wake up, they hear the following message in a wispy way, carried along by the breeze itself –
 It is not the correct time to be sleeping. You must awaken.
There is something that needs to be done.
You need to be the one to do it.
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PHASE I [ day one ] Anyone here with a fear of heights? Yes? Well, that’s too bad. When air characters awaken, they’ll find themselves cast right into the mountains of Tellus. It’s rocky, the path is minimal at best and non-existent at worse, and there are screeches of something dangerous and angry calling in the distance.
Caeli demonstrates his poor sense of direction once again as characters wake up and find themselves on a mountainous ledge. There is no apparent path -– except for across a dangerous ravine that dips down to the base of the mountain. There is no end in sight when one looks down, instead only pure black depths.
The cloud waits on the other side, floating patiently. Caeli gives one instruction: “Jump.”
But try not to fall in, that would be a sad start to the trip. Thankfully, the distance across isn't really too far, and Caeli might give those who can't quite make the jump a little boost -- but you still have to be brave enough to make the jump or be left behind.
PHASE II [ day one ] Well, one way or another, you seemed to have made it. From there, it’s just one long hike where you’re stuck following a cloud that simply doesn’t feel like responding to your calls for attention. The hours drag on and the sun sets across the horizon as you are left climbing this mountain, no end in sight.
But as you climb higher and higher, the temperature drops. The hour grows later and slowly but surely, white flecks begin to fall from the sky. Cold? Hopefully you were dressed appropriately seeing as now the thick layers of snow are building and building and building – making it harder to climb as the movement now requires trudging through three to four feet of snow.
Did you want to take a break? Have fun catching hypothermia if you do!
There's definitely not much in the way of shelter, but you can try to make something out of the scant trees remaining, or create a fire. Either way, you definitely don't want to be left behind, so don't lose sight of everyone else.
PHASE III [ day two ] Whether you felt like standing guard or were fast asleep, a piercing screech will act in the place of an alarm clock.
All too soon, a flight of winged creatures will descend upon the mountain travelers, looking none too friendly. Caeli descends to offer helpfully, “Griffins. They were once mine.” To which, the beasts merely emit another piercing screech before baring their claws and moving to attack the party. They are fearsome creatures and will not fall until they are killed, consistently trying to get back on their feet even when injured.
If no one manages to lose an eye and the griffins are subdued, characters will find upon their fallen bodies that they have areas where tufts of fur are missing, leaving a clean injection spot. There are small machine implants at the back of their necks, beeping ominously. Each is branded with a different number identification. Caeli is nowhere to be found.
PHASE IV [ day three ] The summit of the mountain is typically considered the most beautiful place. For those who are seeking solace, the peak of this adventure is safely above the clouds and the sun is slowly rising in the distance. Acting as a moment of peace, it is truly beautiful.
For those who do not rest so easy, there is more to be found near the top of the mountain. One run-down shack can be found, plated with steel and amenities found inside such as blankets and coats to fight off the snow.
More worryingly, there is an operating table in the middle of the room. A white cloth drapes over it, stained with red and operating instruments resting on the edges, the gleaming metal darkened with old blood. The same tufts of feathers and fur that could be found on the griffons are scattered on the floor, claw marks digging deep into the metal of the walls.
Be careful not to touch anything. If a character comes into contact with some of the blood that stains the table or the instruments, they will immediately begin to feel hints of aggression. There will be an intense need to pick fights with those around them and the feeling will not disappear until they are knocked out (or killed, but who would want that?).
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An old man? [he says it without really thinking—mikazuki doesn't really look all that old to him. he's met people that look a lot older, but hey, what does he know? not very much, really.]
Anyway, it's not a big deal to me, so I don't mind. I've done stuff like this before. [jumping, platforming, even flying—he's dealt a fair deal with all of this, so he can't find it in him to think twice about it. the least he can do is try to help someone else who isn't so seasoned with it.]
Count of three sounds good to me, if that's when you're ready. [it doesn't matter to him, so he can roll with this.]
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Ah, how brave. I'll be in your care then as we do this. [ Putting his full faith in Roxas, Mikazuki is going to happily squeeze the other's hand before he swings them once, twice, then a final third time in preparation as he counts down towards their eventual jump. Actually -- he stops and backs the two of them up a little for a running start. He wants to make sure they make it across after all. ]
Much better. Alright, then...one, two, three annnd go! [ The short running start last about a half second but then there's the jump -- and in the split second before they actually jump from one ledge to the other, Mikazuki can't help but tightly hold onto the helping hand. ]
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[he looks way younger than that to roxas. then again, roxas himself is way older looking than he is biologically. but being a year old and looking fifteen is a little bit different. besides, he's pretty sure he knows guys a lot younger than a thousand who look older, too.
it's kind of amazing, but they can probably expand more on that after they make the jump.
which is something roxas happens to fortunately receptive, to following mikazuki's cues without question. he jumps with ease and no hesitation, as if this is hardly even an issue. since for him... it's not, really. this sort of thing seems like a cakewalk as far as he's concerned. but he can feel the way mikazuki's grip tightens, causing him to note that really, this guy must be a bit unsettled by it.
once they've landed on the other side, he'll look up with concern.]
Are you okay? [he might as well check to make sure, right?]
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[ Catching his breath, Mikazuki could be worse off but it's not his physical body he's really worried about. He's checking the sword sheath at his side to make sure it's not damaged or GOD FORBID had accidentally fallen off his hip. There's a big sigh of relief when he finds it still on his side and with no new scratches aside from those of the jungle. Since everything is in order, he can relax a bit more and ease that tension out of his shoulders just prior to releasing the hand of his jumping buddy. ]
Oh -- [ It is JUST occurring to him that he never did get the name of his companion. They went through all this trouble for him and Mikazuki doesn't even know how to properly thank him! Which he will apologize for with a bow of his head, how rude of him to forget his manners even in a situation like this. Sword Grandpa is nothing if not formal, even in the most...dangerous of times and places, he supposes. ] I didn't get your name yet, did I? Thank you for your help, please call me Mikazuki Munechika though just Mikazuki is fine.
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before he can comment on that, mikazuki introduces himself, and roxas' expression immediately sparks recognition.]
Mikazuki? Oh— [oh! it's kind of silly, he realizes. they've spoken before and he didn't even know what mikazuki looked like until now. it works out pretty well that he'd been willing to help—even if he'd done it anyway, roxas would have been even more inclined when it's someone who called him a friend. because, well... friends!]
We talked before... through the texts. I'm Roxas. [there's a little bit of hope that he'll remember. it wasn't that long ago, after all, and it wasn't a bad conversation, either.]