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TDM 002
Good morning, stranger. No matter what was happening within the last few minutes of your life, it's not happening anymore. All you recall about the transition from there to this sleepy, abandoned grove in the middle of the foggy woods is a collective of childish voices whispering in your mind, Do you want to play with me? And it did not care what the answer was. The manor, ever inaccessible, has not a single light within the windows, but the general store and the inn both seem to have some life- you may just miss the child watching through the manor attic as you approach the other locations.
Also notable is what looks to be a street stall manned by a shadow cloaked in red and a giant turtle. The warm glow of lights and the sourceless jovial music is also inviting. The woman herself, however, can only stare with her eye-lights a gray shade that seems unfitting. Even when she shakes off her dismay, there's something shaky in her voice as she speaks later.
Though there's an abundance of flowers, something about them seems wrong. Maybe it's the fact that some of them are the size of sports balls. Or the roots are starting to emerge through the dirt, sprawling across the grove's floor like a mess of cords. Or maybe it's the fact that the red dog keeps snarling and trying to dig through them. When you investigate, some of the flowers have leaves and petals sharp as knives. They do not grab you... yet. Do be careful, because they will if you let your guard down.
The entire place is strange and odd. But you are not alone. Be it those beside you, freshly awakened, or the residents already here. Welcome to Aldric's Grove.
At some point, the grove is more... open. With how closed in the clearing is, with it's dreary cloudy sky and the fog all around, it always felt small. But now? Now it's... strange. It's open. And perhaps that is when you realize, you can enter the woods. It's letting you in perhaps more than one might expect, but ultimately there is still no escape. But as you venture forth, some of the trees, you note, are oddly shaped. The trunk twists or warps into uneven lumps, or maybe a branch looks more like an arm than it should. And then you find them.
Someone you know, warped and wooden, leaves growing from them like any normal tree. Were they fighting? Were they fleeing? Did they freeze in surprise? All you can tell is that no one escaped. But why are they here? Where did they come from? Press your ear against their chest and you can hear the flow of water. Or... maybe it's... no, no, it must be water. Do you dare try and cut through the bark? Try and uproot the tree? And now that you see the faces, it feels like every single tree in the area is looking right at you. Watching.
Waiting.
Something in the air giggles.
While the forest invites you to see the horrors of the forest, a more clear cut path through the fog also extends it's invitation. The narrow path through the fog may be easier than open air, now that you know what lies beyond. Eventually the fog dissipates and leaves you in a one-tree forest; every tree is the same species and, though it may not be true, feels as if they're exactly the same. Same height. Same width. Same space apart, from all angles. Even as the fog surrounds you, it feels like an endless pattern of wood, and you are the outlier. At least you are not alone.
The only other thing breaking the pattern is a gray, whispy figure made of smoke sitting at a raw log table, a deck of cards before it. The smoke breaks to offer a grin with too many teeth, and it gestures to the cards.
Round of cards? You pick the game. Win, and I'll give you something nice.
... At least there's no moosetaur ready to break your neck at a moment's notice this time, at least, but if you do cheat a hail of acorns and other tree nuts falls upon you. Hard. Bruisingly so, even. The figure does not stop smiling all the while. You can challenge the figure to any card game played with a standard deck of cards alone, or with up to two other players- so one to three players against the smoke total. Refusal to play is met with an easy smile... but the three-day loss of one of your senses.
Several weeks ago- ... or... was it days? Time is strange here, foggy and unclear- there was a ruckus at the river. And then it had closed, cutting the survivors off from their main source of food. Now, the path to the river is open and upon entry, it's much different. The thorns and giant brambles are gone, the open space unblocked by the fog is wider, and a larger abundance of fish can be seen, none recognizable... except. Huh. That sure is a holographic turtle. And golden fish that glow like the sun...
The water is cold and clear. The riverbanks are full of flowers and clovers. Scales and bones and medalions still wash up on the shore or can be fished out from between the cracks, but the teeth seem to be gone at least. Compared to the watchful, hateful, despairing air of the forest, the river is welcoming. Above the water, it feels like there's not a cloud in the sky. Nothing can reach you here.
Growing around the river is also some fruit trees- apples, primarily. If you take one, it's the brightest red you've ever seen on a fruit, and should you bite into it, it's perhaps the most delicious thing you've had in a long while. Idly, there is a soft voice flowing through the water and the air, gentle enough to go unnoticed.
thank you.
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QUESTIONS AND INVESTIGATIONS
NPC CONTACT
Shopkeeper.
A large man made of shadows who runs the general store. He seems tired, but not unkind.
Trader.
i remembered you told me to show up here for Quest
Last time they talked they discussed missing people and what that feels like. And, well...]
I think I understand what you were saying last time. [Not even a hello, not a hi, not a what's-for-sale. Just an update into his brain, as he drags his feet through the mud and sits down next to the turtle and pats his head.] About missing people.
quest quest quest quest
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Rusty.
He doesn't talk, but he's got a whole lot to grump about.
PLAYTIME
Results will vary!
i'm sorry
Game of choice: Poker
Do they cheat?: Yeah he cheats—
Roll: that's an 18 total chief
Win...?
Tyki's prize is... well, at a glance it looks like a wine bottle! But it's just full of more acorns.
Someone's bitter! Wow!
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Game of choice: Tri Poker / 3-card poker!
Do they cheat?: it's a game with a rule of 3 so. weird fate magic is invoked by him playing it. but it's actually up to you whether that manifests as a +3 or -3 because of how cursed rennuid is
Roll: 6. +3 or -3? WE'LL FIND OUT
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Good game. :)
His prize is a snake skull. It doesn't do anything special but its neat.
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ROLL BACK / 1 prompt i can do more later i just REALLY WANTED TO SLAP THIS ONE DOWN
[ you, yes YOU, went out in the woods with Rennuid to poke around! the buddy system is a great idea, especially in a place like this. He tends to stray ahead when something distracts him too much, though, and this was--
this time was no different.
it was a flash of corpse-gray pallor between the trees, at first. something long and loping and smooth, like a cetacean out of water. he's seen it all before. he's imagined it all before, in fact, that body laid-out and still-- so he kept quiet when he first saw a sliver of it, rennuid drawing a little closer to you all of a sudden. his eyes skitter away from the sight like looking would make it more real. it's not what he thinks. it can't be what he thinks. after the initial shock, he starts walking faster, leaving you behind as he stares right ahead.
but you can see it laying down in the leaf litter yourself, if you look where he was looking. like a great, scale-less snake, a body frozen in time, rimed with foliage. there are what look like big round fish eyes spilt around its mouth like scattered marbles. It's massive. also ignore the Rennuid in that picture he's not there, he's getting further away ahead of you. ]
ATTACKS you
at a stalemate about which one of them can sacrifice themself firstfriends, and friends don't abandon friends to the very-dangerous woods.He's not expecting Rennuid to just run off, though. Elsword gives the snake-creature barely a passing glance before he's spinning on his heel to chase after the guy.]
Rennuid? Rennuid! Where are you going?
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[ Elsword catches up to him, easy, since Rennuid's power-walking rather than outright running-- but he's tuned in to his own little chant more than to words, right now. It's not like him, for what Elsword's seen of the man. He's airy, but he pays attention to people's words. ]
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Tyki Mikk | D.Gray-Man | TDMing but y'all know i be apping
two of clu[B]s
cw: smoking, gambling
wild[C]ard
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not great, considering she is, as far as she's aware, the only remaining healer and cook.
with an uncharacteristic tightness, she smiles and waves almost dismissively- )
I don't think I could even be sure the cards are facing the right way right now, unless you really want to take advantage of a blind girl that badly.
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He whistles lowly, leaning back in his chair. Okay. Minus one point for Tyki.]
Meu erro. There's a chair in front of you, three steps to your left, if you'd rather sit down.
[Wisely gets headaches so bad sometimes that he literally cannot see, so Tyki is weirdly used to this.]
I won't challenge you to a game, but you're more than welcome to help yourself to a bottle of acorns. [no he does not explain.]
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hey demons, it's me, ya boy,
ii. solvet sæclum in favilla
iii. wildcard
i, my boy.....
I... no. No I haven't...
( before she can think too hard on the implications, she offers elsword her own glass of a chilled grape juice. seeing him out of breath and worried like that is- it's jarring. she's not sure she likes it.
but
where could add have gone? it- it wasn't like shinpei, was it? )
beats him with the chair
I can't— not right now. [He's already done so many laps around the forest, he's exhausted, where did Add go.] If he... if he encounters something, he's really not much of a fighter. I have to make sure he's okay. It has to be me.
[He's feeling so many things. So many turbulent things, swirling just out of reach, and he knows as well as anyone else that they'll be gone the moment Add is gone too long. He won't remember, and maybe that's what scares him most. Whether Add got back home safe or simply disappeared forever in the forest is unknown, but not being able to remember him for either outcome is distressing.
Elsword has no way to put it into words, but the distant feeling of worry gets closer and closer every time he breathes. Maybe it'll break through the surface fully.]
:(((((
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SCREAMING AND CRYING AND TEARING MY HAIR OUT
CACKLING IN MY EVIL LAIR (my loft bed surrounded by sanrio plushies)
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cw: child death, implied self harm, implied starvation
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3/3, cw: electrocution
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ii
Tyr'oc...? You're crying.
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Mizuki | Arknights
Surprisingly, however, he does find something familiar in the flowers that he stumbles upon. The unsettling beauty, the inherent sharpness, and a faint feeling of home that resonates from it. Oh, that last part was just a him thing? That's fair. Still, Mizuki finds himself entranced by the flora around the area, and before he even attempts to reach of any of them, he opts to try and speak to them instead. ]
Hmm, you seem eager for something. Are you hungry? I guess that's not surprising. That endless hunger is all too common, isn't it?
[ Maybe in some sense, Mizuki knows this thing isn't his kin, but maybe it makes him feel a little better to pretend it does, in a world where he feels incredibly lost. Without much thought, he twirls around the umbrella in his hand for a moment to twist the harpooned point to the ground and jab it… into… something. Something inky black and oozing slime from it's fresh wound and writhing around like a slug momentarily even after severed. Where it came from is certainly a good question to ask — nothing was there just seconds before, after all. Seems as though it just apparated from nothing…
Whatever it is, though, he holds it out to the flower. ]
You can have this.
Re: Mizuki | Arknights
bro
felicty isn't one to meddle in weird magic or other things often- she'll quietly oversee it like a cautious but abiding mother or teacher, and step in if absolutely necessary. but... feeding these flowers? especially something like that creature?
shit's going to get so weird and she's so tired. she wishes she was blind again so she could not see it coming, but alas, her vision is beginning to return.
sort of. it flickers, and it shows in her eyes shifting from blue to cloudy white as it comes and goes. sighing, she shakes her head before making her presence known. )
Whatcha doin?
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Elsword doesn't mean to stare (he does, but not consciously; staring is how he memorizes people, and this is someone new) but man. This guy really is just... feeding the cursed-ass flowers.]
...you might not want to feed them.
[Girl WHY]
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