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MINI EVENT: GARDEN OF EVIL
Content Warning: Carnivorous plants in a very unconventional way, horror hunger, attempted violence towards animals
!EVERY ROSE HAS ITS THORNS
You've done well to avoid the flowers, haven't you? Though some hapless victims here and there may have nearly fallen to it, but even they've been rescued and taken to safety. And the flowers can't approach the General Store, the Trader's stalls, the inn or the house Elsword has built- something prevents the forest from creeping into it ever so softly, so of course it's minions couldn't either. But they're so hungry.
Starvation tears at the flowers like claws, and what should help them- the water and sunshine- burns like ice. The only thing that satisfies is flesh and blood and bone and they're hungry. And they've had enough of being told no.
As everyone goes about their day, the flowers still. They do not reach for and try to grab anyone, and for a moment all seems well. Up until Rusty begins snarling in a way uncharacteristic of him, trying to tear the nearest one out of the earth with his teeth. He is immediately ensnared in vines and leaves, with the full intent of tearing the old dog apart. The flowers shake and there's an odd hum in the air before they all seem to turn, looking at the denizens of the nest as if they had eyes. You will not look away. You can't look away. They are everywhere. On the ground, crawling up the walls of the fence, growing larger to block off the routes to safety, and always shifting to be in your line of sight. Look at them. Look at them.
Look at them.
The madness won't creep in slowly- as they force themselves into your vision, already you can see vines creeping at the edge of your vision, tearing into flesh that isn't there. Ravenous maws biting into the people around you and not letting go. Blood and sap pouring out like ichor. Blink once, blink twice, and it shakes away to reveal the truth but if you aren't careful the visions set in again. Misfortune radiates off of the flowers in waves, tripping you up and interfering with your aim and casting. Get ready, because the flowers aren't going away without some blood.
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...
Well, it's not like he feels much. The flowers aren't grown enough to fully resist, nothing like the nightmare he had — which he should maybe talk to Add about but haha lol — though they don't entirely hold still. The petals retract from the blade before it even reaches them, as if they're aware this is happening, but there's really nothing else of note. Elsword sits patiently and waits for Add to be done.
There are like a dozen little flowers, yeah. Don't worry about it.]
I have a feeling they'll grow back, but... maybe you'll find a way to make them stop doing that?
[He's tired of being fertile soil :(]
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He leans in close, a dry chuckle in his throat as he watches the parasite squirm. Who's the big scary one now, huh???? this is for his eye you perennial motherfucker]
They can grow back all they want... but you're my patient. Even the most persistent of parasites should know when to give up. I won't allow them to have you.
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He is feeling some type of way about this. He's not sure how to word it (he never truly is), but Add sure is being, well, characteristically possessive in a way that makes Elsword wonder if he's having heart palpitations because there's a knife on his bad arm or if he's having them because ?? why else would he have these actually. What is happening.
Lads, is it gay to find inherent attraction in the way your bestie threatens a fucking plant?
Maybe it's the blood loss.]
I'll, um. Be sure to let it know.
[oh boy]
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Removing the root system will be difficult, but not impossible. If the flowers can absorb a painkiller, a paralytic may be an option. If they're unable to resist or defend themselves and the original root can be removed...
[... but it might get tricky since it's already grown this far... but he could try multiple techniques, whittling down the parasite's strength and stripping it away bit by bit, weakening it to something more manageable... even if it isn't removed fully, it'll still be a decisive victory. he will find a method that works.]
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...that makes sense to me. [He knows .2 things about this, but:] If you paralyse it, it can't do anything, right?
[Thinking...]
You'd have to do surgery, though, because it's in so deep. If you do that, can you knock me out? I don't really want to watch my arm being cut open.
[He's had gross, cut-to-the-bone injuries before, he does not need to see these things happening to him in real time thanks.]
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Knocking you out won't be an issue. Rest assured, you'll be perfectly safe in my hands.
[ah, he's made it to the last flower... he pauses, here, truly taking his time to size this one up. he saved the largest for last... carefully, he turns off the laser edge to apply a more gentle pressure to the stem. one last cut—]
Dynamo, fetch a pot for this one. We'll see how cooperative it feels once I'm done here. [... and it's a good thing he wears thick gloves, because that flower sure is gonna start struggling in a moment. can't plant its roots in this body, sorry
he'd rather turn his attention back to Elsword, running the flat edge of his blade down the length of the knight's arm. he can still see the tiny wounds where the stems had grown through, the gouges, the claws...]
... You kept still the entire time. Good job.
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Elsword's ape brain is repeating the words have my way with you over and over despite the fact he knows damn well Add is talking to the forest parasite, but god damn.
As soon as Add starts tracing his arm with the scalpel, Elsword makes a mental note later to figure out what the hell is wrong with him. Why is he weirdly okay with this... anyone else doing this would be freaky (this is freak behaviour) but it's fine with Add? He needs to have a talk with himself in the bathroom mirror, clearly.]
Uh. [Swallowing thickly,] Well, it was pretty easy, since I couldn't feel anything. Thanks for getting rid of those.
[They Will Be Back.]