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MINI EVENT: SORE LOSER
Content Warning: Lightning strikes, electrocution. In the first half of the mini event, characters will be under siege by targeted lightning strikes until they attain shelter within the store or inn. Lightning strikes are nonlethal, but painful.
!VICTORY!
... But not without cost. As the handful of you scatter through the arena, tagging out prisoners or holding your ground against the jailer, some may notice the increasing pain inflicted by an unknown source the better the group does. Eventually, as time runs out, there's a frustrated screech echoing through the air and reverberating in your mind:
Needless to say, trouble's coming. (Though, what had the Woods expected when the game was so easy? Perhaps it didn't realize how many proficient fighters it had captured.) The air is electric, crackling, before the night sky darkens considerably. There's lightning flashing- and then lightning coming down. All throughout the way home and even into the Grove, lightning strikes with loud cracks and sparks, almost like spears hurtling down with a vengeance.
The strikes, should they land, are nonlethal. But it hurts a lot- and leaves a terribly numbing sensation behind. There's enough time between strikes that you can flee, and both the general store and the inn offer salvation. Rusty stands within the doorway of the inn itself, snarling angrily at the sky, while the shopkeeper... is actually among you, carrying Caoimhe so she can avoid the forest's embrace. Now's not a great time to chat though, honestly.
Better run.
!AFTERMATH
Hey, you got home safe! Good for you. As the last of you claims shelter, the lightning storm outside devolves into a pure thunderstorm. Rusty has joined you for shelter. Though your body is heavy and numb, there's a feeling that you still have something to do. Thankfully, a few in your number are medics, and another few can cook. Any punishments for playing too well as an individual also linger, much to your dismay. But the first night is over.
Despite the tantrum, the Woods is making do on it's promise, at least: Within every inhabited inn room is a charm made from animal bone or antler. Those who can detect magic will be able to tell: these are lucky charms, and powerful ones at that. But they can only be used once. These charms will allow one instance of changing an undesirable outcome in an event. They can only be used once, and only one character can use one per thread or mission.
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[He smirks, arms half-folded with one hand to his chin. Add is now trying to make eye contact, but unfortunately, the gun show just opened for business... forgive him if his eyes stray down a little. Stay professional, Add. You can do this. You're in control...]
Lucky for you, I also accept services as payment. Physical labor at your output level is hard to come by. I'm sure I'll find some use for all that stamina.
[... is that Add's medical diagram, minimized to marshmallow-scale by his knee? maybe. possibly.]
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Yeah? And what kind of physical labour would you want? You'd definitely enjoy running me into the ground, huh.
[ < /flirting > ]
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He laughs instead, a nervous chuckle that's a little too squeaky for his tastes. A terribly poor smokescreen to his current state. Might be feeling just... a little dizzy, probably because he's been stewing in his thoughts while magically overheated instead of like. drinking that glass of water that's been sitting there this whole time. He glances at it, pausing for just long enough for Elsword to think he might take it, then goes back to dabbing his forehead with the cloth instead.]
I said I'd waive it, didn't I? We can discuss payment plans when it becomes a necessity. For now, I'm fine without our current arrangement.
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More importantly (?), Elsword is sitting back on the edge of the bed now. His shirt remains off, because—]
"Our current arrangement" being me with my shirt off?
[Fascinating developments here, truly.]
Okay, sure. I can sit here all night half-undressed if you really want.
[There's that old arrogance of his, showing up when he's got .5 functioning emotions left. At least he means it?]
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[so yeah, that's on YOU for not dressing yourself properly, and nothing to do with Add's wandering gaze. He makes a point to open up Elsword's medical holoscreen again. Hmm hmm hmmmmmmm...]
Your temperature is slightly raised... is that why you're so insistent on this? Really, Elsword. You should know better than to hide your symptoms from me.
It's not high enough to suggest an illness at this time, but make sure to get lots of rest anyway. I'm sure you've over-exerted yourself today already.
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[No, it's because he's not immune to Add's staring, he's just passively oblivious and the dots haven't quite connected in his brain. When he finally draws a line from point A to point B, it is Over for Add. And there's also something-something stay shirtless to account for. Hm.
Either way, legitimate question on his part. Lads, is it gay to be shirtless with your undressed homie while he suffers from forest-induced heat stroke?]
I'm not trying to hide anything from you. Normally, light stretches don't affect me that much. [Oh well. He shakes his head and changes the topic.] I'll rest after you go to bed for the night, how about?