PHASE I [ day one ] Now, hopefully you’re not the type who takes their sweet time waking up. You’ve once again been dumped into a random part of the jungle but there’s really no opportunity for you to relax. You’ll quickly find that you’ve been lumped into two groups: the Unlucky and the Extremely Unlucky.
For the Unlucky, you’re going to feel your equilibrium just about ready to go as soon as you open your eyes. You’ve barely been caught on the edge of a cliff, resting on the slope and the slightest movement could send you careening over the edge. Get it together, grab the edge before you end up with the others—
The Extremely Unlucky have been dumped unceremoniously right into a pit of quicksand. The more they struggle, the more they sink, and they can feel the thrum of energy in their veins of what appears to be the very ground itself welcoming them into its embrace. What’s that? You’re not ready to go yet? Well better hope that the Unlucky get it together in time to save you.
PHASE II [ day one ] Occidi still remains nowhere to be found, but those of the earth affiliation will find themselves imbued with a natural sense of direction and where to go. It’s as if the very ground beneath their feet has been marked with an unseen path and they automatically know to follow it in a certain direction. But where are they going? Who knows.
Those brave enough to follow will find themselves led to a hole in the wall – literally a giant carved out tunnel into the face of a cliff side. Just be careful, it’s rather dark inside. Anyone who wanders in will find themselves going up, down, apparently in spirals and it’s hard to say whether you’re below or above sea level anymore. Yet it’s hard to mind since the walls of the place are lined with beautiful, reflective crystals that gently emit their own light. It’s a natural wonder—
Up until you touch one of them anyway. Coming into contact with one of the crystals will lead to its intense amplification of the vibration. It shakes. It shakes and shakes and shakes violently and – what’s that sound? The sound of the tunnel collapsing behind you? Ah. Better run then.
Try to avoid any of the holes or unstable ground or cliffs. Who knew spelunking could be so dangerous?
PHASE III [ day two ] Occidi is finally seen again out in the forest and it’s made clear that the invisible path that the travelers were drawn to was meant to lead to her. She nods once in acknowledgment of your progress and then turns and continues to walk. She will not answer questions if called out to. It will not take long for it to sink in that the entire forest is quiet, there is nothing stirring in this part.
At least, until characters look too long as the trees. Then, it all begins to slowly come alive. The leaves shake gently as the trees wake up out of their slumber, their roots stretching gently out of the ground as they rouse, and the groan of their trunks as they move slowly in response to Occidi’s presence.
They do not answer questions, but they speak freely. They whisper, “All will return to Occidi” and “The Bridge has come back to us”. They inquire, “But where are your families?” and “What are you?” Yet they continue to muse to themselves, mumbling at passersby without answering their responding questions.
Walk quickly. Those who dawdle for too long, looking to make conversation with the trees or otherwise, will begin to suffer from hallucinations of seeing their families within the forest, gravely injured. The hallucinations stumble and grab onto each character, begging them, “Don’t leave me.”
And you really don't want to stay in that forest when night falls, or you probably won't ever come back out -- but there will be one more moving, whispering tree amongst the forest.
There are hints that there are people living here, but it is impossible to find them amongst the moving, writhing branches and ushering trees; you may catch a glimpse of wide eyes from a greenish face beneath leafy hair if you look, but they'll disappear quickly soon afterwards, protected by the trees. It seems they've heard about a little happening in the jungle and they're not all too willing to chat now.
PHASE IV [ day three ] Finally, finally Occidi will come to a stop deep in the forested areas. Here, there are buildings made out of tree branches, perfectly built so as to not harm the trees or their surroundings. It's clearly a central village area, though there are still no people to be found, and the village itself is a bit of a mess; with scraps of metal scattered around the clearing, and burn marks on the trees.
Occidi won't answer any questions as to that, merely saying “Mine once lived here. But look at what was done to the others…. Not even the help of others could salvage what happened here.” Her normally level and tempered voice carries a string of anger.
Without another word, she disappears, leaving all here in the area. There are heaps of sheet metal scattered amongst the debris. After enough digging, one will be found bearing the emblem of CERES.
On the other hand, poking around the village itself might yield something interesting; deeper into the jungle, in an old, building made next to a giant tree, there appears to be a shrine of some sort. There is nothing odd about that, of course. But the shrine is covered in what was once old blood, and there are crude knives stacked on the shelves around it.
But there's nobody here to answer any questions about that.
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Just Pitch and while Dotanuki may slip to his death (okay not to his death but you get the idea) is laying full length so he can chinhands and twiddle his feet back and forth. ]
Are you afraid of heights~?
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Doutanuki growls when he sees the other spirit lounging above him, eyes narrowing.]
I ain't afraid, but a sword can break if it falls from this height and hits wrong.
[He shifts and pulls his vessel a little closer to him. He can't trust that Pitch won't just step on his fingers right now.]
*\*@_ I am the tag snail /sobs forever
Pitch still rolls his eyes at the growl and lets his feet drop back. ]
You are about as interesting a conversationalist as a wet rag. But Haru would be upset at your loss.
[ Pushing himself back up to standing, the same Black Sand that enabled Pitch to escape his predicament gathers to help lift Doutanuki up, over the edge proper. Sword, armor, body, and all. ]
omg the cutest snail ;w;
He also doesn't care about being a conversationalist. He's a sword, he's meant to stab not talk. He also doesn't like that this is the second time Pitch has dropped his master's name so casually.
When the sand comes, there's a moment of panic and he twists to get away to no avail. It lifts him up and deposits him on the cliff, leaving the sword more than a little bewildered at the gesture. Haru could honestly just get another Doutanuki if he really was that upset, so he doesn't get why Pitch would help him.]
Why're you so concerned with what my master would want?
[aka thank you for saving my life, Pitch. Why that's so nice of you!]
the slowest snail sob
Irked by Doutanuki's behavior thus far, Pitch just crossed his arms. ]
You're welcome, and it's none of your business. It has nothing to do with your safety. It has nothing to do with his safety.
[ After the way you acted over that phone-thing, you're lucky Pitch didn't let you fall to your doom. Hmph. ]
Haru...is much preoccupied with each creature's uniqueness.
[The fact Pitch cares is kind of huge though. ]
i'm slow too, we can be snails together c:
He narrows his eyes, as if trying to decide if Pitch is telling the truth or yanking his cords, frowning until he mentions Haru's disposition. That's not untrue, and it's something he's seen with Haru a lot lately.]
He's got it in his head that everything is worth something.
[Even mass produced swords and rude spirits. It's amazing honestly.]
\;;/
Some more than others.
[ And with that bit of cryptic statement that you can be absolutely assured Pitch is not going to explain he starts off into the forest. ]
\;;/\;;/
Yeah, well, some stuff's more valuable than others. Just how it all works.
[He doesn't try to stop Pitch when the spirit moves off. Instead, he looks back over at the cliff, wondering just how far down it is to the bottom and how many people fell before him. He couldn't be the only one stuck here with Pitch, which meant others could have fallen far before he woke and was rescued.
He makes a face at that realization. He owes Pitch something now for saving him from falling. It leaves an unpleasant taste in his mouth, like rust, and then he turns and follows the taller spirit into the forest.]