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sticksandbones2024-03-04 11:49 am
lupusxylem) wrote in sticksandbones2024-03-04 11:49 am
If it were the real me and you | OPEN
Who: Wolfwood and YOU!
What: Wolfwood schedules a cult book burning and invites everyone
When: March 10th
Where: The Church
Warnings: Relevant info for this event can be found here, general warnings for: monster attack which could lead to blood/gore/etc in threads, please tag accordingly! Will update as needed
Netbook | Morning
Hey everyone, it's me Wolfwood. Nicholas D. Wolfwood if you're new.
So, here's the deal. The church I bought has a problem. It came with a bunch of religious texts inside of it, and while that's...you know. What you'd expect in a church, these ones are like
super fuckin culty.
Not exactly what I asked for. Not that I asked for them at all. I keep trying to get rid of them but they keep showing up again later so
Basically Im gonna be burning them again this evening if anybody wants to come to the bonfire, or help me in getting rid of them cause theres a shit ton. Bring marshmallows or whatever, I dont care.
and before someone comes preaching to me about burning books, again: its cult propaganda bullshit. read it for yourself if you dont believe me
just make sure you chuck it in the fire afterwards or ill do it myself.
Church | Evening
[Should you choose to come to the Church later that evening for whatever reason, you'll find the Priest himself already hard at work setting up a pyre in the yard just outside of it. (Just look for the massive bound cross propped up nearby, you can't miss it.) With the way he loads up the firepit he's created with kindling, it's clear he's already had to do this once before. It's a bit tricky to find anything dry given that the snow is still on the ground in a lot of places, but he's making do with what he's got. Any help would be greatly appreciated.
Beyond getting the fire going, there's a matter of getting the aforementioned books out of the church. It's just as Wolfwood described, should you grow curious and crack one open. They're very religious, but strangely...plant focused. Like it's a religion that revolves around the Forest itself, almost. Definitely nothing orthodox about this, that's for sure. There are quite a number of them to take care of as they've all refilled the church pews since the last time he did this.
Or, perhaps you're just here because you think bonfires are cool and want to simply enjoy yourself for a change. The Forest seems to have had its fun with the animal race given that everyone's back to normal at this point, so really, why not kick back and enjoy the warmth of the flames while it isn't sub-zero temperatures outside anymore?
Feel free to mingle...or don't. Perhaps the distant unease in the atmosphere is enough to stop you.]
What: Wolfwood schedules a cult book burning and invites everyone
When: March 10th
Where: The Church
Warnings: Relevant info for this event can be found here, general warnings for: monster attack which could lead to blood/gore/etc in threads, please tag accordingly! Will update as needed
Netbook | Morning
Hey everyone, it's me Wolfwood. Nicholas D. Wolfwood if you're new.
So, here's the deal. The church I bought has a problem. It came with a bunch of religious texts inside of it, and while that's...you know. What you'd expect in a church, these ones are like
super fuckin culty.
Not exactly what I asked for. Not that I asked for them at all. I keep trying to get rid of them but they keep showing up again later so
Basically Im gonna be burning them again this evening if anybody wants to come to the bonfire, or help me in getting rid of them cause theres a shit ton. Bring marshmallows or whatever, I dont care.
and before someone comes preaching to me about burning books, again: its cult propaganda bullshit. read it for yourself if you dont believe me
just make sure you chuck it in the fire afterwards or ill do it myself.
Church | Evening
[Should you choose to come to the Church later that evening for whatever reason, you'll find the Priest himself already hard at work setting up a pyre in the yard just outside of it. (Just look for the massive bound cross propped up nearby, you can't miss it.) With the way he loads up the firepit he's created with kindling, it's clear he's already had to do this once before. It's a bit tricky to find anything dry given that the snow is still on the ground in a lot of places, but he's making do with what he's got. Any help would be greatly appreciated.
Beyond getting the fire going, there's a matter of getting the aforementioned books out of the church. It's just as Wolfwood described, should you grow curious and crack one open. They're very religious, but strangely...plant focused. Like it's a religion that revolves around the Forest itself, almost. Definitely nothing orthodox about this, that's for sure. There are quite a number of them to take care of as they've all refilled the church pews since the last time he did this.
Or, perhaps you're just here because you think bonfires are cool and want to simply enjoy yourself for a change. The Forest seems to have had its fun with the animal race given that everyone's back to normal at this point, so really, why not kick back and enjoy the warmth of the flames while it isn't sub-zero temperatures outside anymore?
Feel free to mingle...or don't. Perhaps the distant unease in the atmosphere is enough to stop you.]
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[He's stereotyping you. He's sorry but he's also not.]
Maybe you could take care of some animals here? You have your dog, but what about other stuff?
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[...huh. You know, he hasn't thought about that, actually...]
Ain't really thought about it. I guess I got a bunch of pigeons now I didn't ask for...dunno if you can really "raise" those.
Wouldn't mind having Thomas around again, though.
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[Takes a big bite out of his brisket. He's almost polished his portion off by now. He'll probably get up to start throwing things into the fire afterwards. Fuck you, forest.]
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[Wolfwood sighs. He's been having A Time with the pigeons. As soon as Elsword gets up to join in with the bonfiring, Wolfwood will as well. No better way to bond than to mutually say Fuck You to the Forest.]
They look like shrubs sitting up in the rafters. Would prolly mistake them for bushes if they didn't move.
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[Nods to himself like the plant animals are cute, the biblically accurate ones are sort of not. Elsword sets his plate aside and stretches, making his way toward what i assume is a stack of cult texts rife for burning. He picks up one heavy-looking book and leafs through it, frowning.
His head hurts. The book gets snapped shut, and he paces back to the bonfire itself.]
Do you... think you have to water plantanimals? [help]
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Not sure. Maybe? I ain't been watering them though...
[...huh. Maybe that's why they won't listen to him. Maybe he should invest in a bird bath or something, but then they'd never leave.
He walks over to the fire as he says this, and unceremoniously chucks one of the books into it. The embers scatter up into the air the moment the book lands onto the heap of ashes of the previous that have already been burnt.]
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You should try watering them. Or make a fountain for them. A fountain would be nice. You could build it into the side of the church, maybe? [He's having this perfectly pleasant, normal conversation while he thinks about how he's mad at the Forest and he's mad at the world and he's burning cult texts. You know, normal Elsword shenans.] I guess it's close to the river, but it might be dangerous for them to go bathe in the river because of that big crocodile in there. Have you seen that thing?
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Why can't he give it hell back indeed. It's his right, Wolfwood thinks.]
I talked to Liv about having a roost built. I didn't think about building it into the church, though...maybe it'll make 'em actually want to stay in it more.
[Inb4 Wolfwood ends up raising birds.]
Once or twice tryin' to get back home, yeah. Has that thing always been there?
[Rrrrriip. He's taking his turn to rip pages out of books now.]
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The pages tear. Eventually, he starts hurling them into the fire wholesale, rather than just a gentle underhanded toss. Seems the emotionless boy is having an Emotion after all.]
Nuh-uh. I'm at the river most days. It just barely popped up in the last... I dunno, week?
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[Not that Wolfwood would really know if things have been different at all. It's been winter the entire time he's been here, now that he thinks about it...
He's ripping the pages out of his own text a few more at a time now, realizing that doing them page-by-page will take forever. It's a lot more cathertic to grab three or four at once anyway, crushing them unforgivingly in his palm before he throws them into the flames. Flames which gobble up the paper hungrily, growing bigger by just a fraction as the flames lick closer towards the sky above them.]
I've not really wanted to get too close. Figured one wrong slip into the river and I'd be done.
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[Elsword, he comes from a world of sand, why would he be able to swim.]
If you can't swim, I can teach you how. It's actually not hard. The river is about five feet deep at some points, so we can just go out there.
[He tears a page. Throws it into the fire. Tears another page... realises that Wolfwood is right and he should tear more pages. He rips out a big chunk of them at once, ten or so, and frisbees them into the fire. Grabs more pages...
And his corrupted arm locks up. Completely immobile. Grr.]
Wish you'd stop doing this... [He mutters to himself (or more to his arm, really),] Just shut up for once. You haven't bothered me in months.
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[Sand is unfortunately not very conducive for learning how to swim, and Wolfwood had never seen a solid body of water before arriving to the Grove. So, no ocean, no lakes. Not even a river. All of that had been completely foreign to him.
Anyway, he watches as Elsword continues to work on that book, following suit in his wake. Page after page gets balled up and hurled into the fire, until the books they're working on are not much more than the bindings.
...but then he notices Elsword sort of shudder out of the corner of his eye, prompting him to look down at him just as he starts to mutter.]
...sorry?
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Ugh.]
Sorry, not you. Sometimes the corruption makes my arm lock up. I'm fine. It fades after a minute or two.
[Usually if he stops doing what the forest doesn't want him to do, it goes away. Elsword takes this to mean that the forest is fond of its cult books, and with his uncorrupted left arm, goes to take the book and toss it into the fire so that he can just wander home for the night and lay on Mizuki until the corruption fucks off.
...
His left arm doesn't move either. Rather, it can't.]
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Wolfwood feels a chill, one that begins at the base of his spine and works its way through his system, roiling under his skin as he watches Elsword standing there, mere inches away from the bonfire, yet unable to move his corrupted arm. It's not hard to imagine why his arm is locking up on him, which is why Wolfwood is keeping his mouth shut for a moment. He just trusts Elsword at his word: it will fade in a minute.
...except. Elsword doesn't move. He doesn't move at all, standing there rigid like his feet have been cemented to the ground.]
...Elsword. Hey.
[He keeps his voice low as he reaches up to pull his mostly-smoked cigarette from his mouth, smudging it into the remains of the book he was holding so he can drop the rest of it into the flames. The fire licks up the paper and binding hungrily, scattering embers between them with a dull crackle.
Then, he'll reach out and try to carefully take the rest of the book Elsword is holding from him.]
I'll take care of it. Maybe you should just go lay down, yeah?
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[It seems to him that his legs still move, at least. Like, he feels them. The numbness in his face is sort of the worst thing ever, and he thinks he'll pop over to the clinic and ask Add if he has anything for that. The book is easily taken from him, and his hands are frozen in that position — holding something that isn't there.
When Elsword looks up at Wolfwood, the sclera of his one remaining eye has turned completely black.]
I'm gonna see if Add has anything for...
[He trails off. His vision is starting to blur, and he feels something pressing at the back of his consciousness. It's familiar to him — the forest has sent him plenty of messages and nightmares before. But this feels...
Elsword's voice doesn't reflect his panic. The plants around his ankles start to move, swaying toward his corrupted side, bending against the breeze.]
...Wolfwood. I think you should tell people to go home for the night. [...] Please.
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This one is different.
His mouth works for a moment, soundless, as he glances over at the rest of the Grove. There are others here obviously, not everyone participating in the actual book-burning event but they are still here. They don't seem to notice. They haven't seen what he's seeing.
He grits his teeth, and while something primal in his instinctual brain is telling him to go, he doesn't. Not yet.
Wolfwood lingers for a moment more.]
You said it'll wear off. Right?
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[Elsword's voice pitches in his insistence. Please don't make him ask again, that tone begs; please just do what he's asking for you to do the first time. Please get out of here. Please get to safety.]
You brought your gun, right? I think—
[He swallows thickly, eye falling shut for a moment. A single moment, a breath, while something roars deep in the forest.]
—I think you're gonna have to stop me.
["Just aim for his head", he wants to say. Make it quick. He won't mind dying for this. But his mouth opens, and no sound comes out, like his mouth suddenly isn't his own. Nothing he says is his own. The panic doesn't end, not internally, but it doesn't reach his face.
In a single moment, Elsword lurches forward with his burned arm, grabs Wolfwood by the collar, and tosses him as far away from the bonfire as he can physically muster. One last moment of full control before—
His eye opens, and the entire thing is black as tar. Six wings unfurl at his back, the rightmost three stained black, and thorny vines curl around his halo until it, too, looks much the same. A sword of golden light manifests in Elsword's corrupted hand, accompanied by the sound of glass shattering, and he pivots to where Wolfwood had just fell.
He mouths a single word while he still can.
Sorry.]