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sticksandbones2024-11-01 09:27 am
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EVENT 018
LIKE BRANCHES ON A TREE
A WINTER WONDERLAND
For a brief time, the world seems brighter; the sun pokes through the clouds more, and the gloomy atmosphere of the constant overcast days lessens ever so slightly. The sky seems bigger, brighter… but, it is the end of autumn as we know it and with the change of leaves comes bitter frost. The change is practically overnight — one morning grants pretty frosted windows and pleasantly crunchy leaves underfoot, and the next the world is being softly blanketed in snow.
Heimr stands at the window of the General Store, and every time he sees someone not dressed for the weather, he immediately calls them in. No one leaves without a proper pair of winter shoes and a coat, and the more you try to decline, the more he adds. Hats. Scarves. Gloves. Snow pants. Just make it easy on the both of you. Although, if you do feel you need that for the weather, he’ll oblige … And at least everything is nice to look at alongside being high quality.
Those with the bone ring may hear childish giggling as they leave, see the flick of a fox tail out of the corner of their eyes — but Plum is content to stay in the shadows still.
Winter frost and the falling snow seem to spread everywhere — Callan’s lake already has ice forming a thin shell on top while Terho’s cabin is blanketed in white. The river water is crisp and clear as ever, but the cold is bone deep and the Guardian tires from it already. Even the beach seems washed over with the cold.
Winter is here, and the cutting chill already tells you one thing: this won’t be an easy one.
Heimr stands at the window of the General Store, and every time he sees someone not dressed for the weather, he immediately calls them in. No one leaves without a proper pair of winter shoes and a coat, and the more you try to decline, the more he adds. Hats. Scarves. Gloves. Snow pants. Just make it easy on the both of you. Although, if you do feel you need that for the weather, he’ll oblige … And at least everything is nice to look at alongside being high quality.
Those with the bone ring may hear childish giggling as they leave, see the flick of a fox tail out of the corner of their eyes — but Plum is content to stay in the shadows still.
Winter frost and the falling snow seem to spread everywhere — Callan’s lake already has ice forming a thin shell on top while Terho’s cabin is blanketed in white. The river water is crisp and clear as ever, but the cold is bone deep and the Guardian tires from it already. Even the beach seems washed over with the cold.
Winter is here, and the cutting chill already tells you one thing: this won’t be an easy one.
WHISPERS IN THE WOODS
As the weather worsens, the forest and fog seem to open in sprawling paths. Some are inviting, a warm feeling in the air and even plant life poking through the snow still, an early spring! Some are alluring, wind beckoning and urging you forward. Come home, it says. Come home.
Even if you know it’s a bad idea, others might not — will you really let Mamika wander into the woods alone? Not that it’s truly her. The forest isn’t above tricks to get what it wants, and will lure you down these paths with illusions and mirages, the sounds of voices you know and love calling for you, for help, for anything and anyone — and maybe that is a trick, but can you really risk it?
Regardless, once you’re on the path, there’s no going back. It leads to a dead end and the fog closes around you. You’re trapped, alone in the woods, and all eyes are on you.
Even if you know it’s a bad idea, others might not — will you really let Mamika wander into the woods alone? Not that it’s truly her. The forest isn’t above tricks to get what it wants, and will lure you down these paths with illusions and mirages, the sounds of voices you know and love calling for you, for help, for anything and anyone — and maybe that is a trick, but can you really risk it?
Regardless, once you’re on the path, there’s no going back. It leads to a dead end and the fog closes around you. You’re trapped, alone in the woods, and all eyes are on you.
A DIFFERENT “ME”
… But only for a few hours. After that, you’re free to go, unharmed and unscathed. It’s just that… are you really you? Your clothes are different. Your memories too. Maybe now you remember making a different choice at a major crossroad. Maybe you didn’t save them. Maybe you did. Maybe everything went wildly wrong, and maybe it actually went right. But you’re different now, despite remembering your life in the abandoned Grove and all the people here clearly.
As you wander back off the path into town, you know this is right. You’ve been trapped here for however long with the people here, and maybe you no longer love them like this, but you know them, know yourself, and know what’s happened.
You’re just from a different walk of life, now.
As you wander back off the path into town, you know this is right. You’ve been trapped here for however long with the people here, and maybe you no longer love them like this, but you know them, know yourself, and know what’s happened.
You’re just from a different walk of life, now.
SPARK NOTES
CLICK TO EXPAND!
A WINTER WONDERLAND
Winter has come, and during the light snowstorms, Heimr is lovingly forcing everyone into winter clothing. The more you say no, the more clothing you get. Be warm or else!
WHISPERS IN THE WOODS
Mysterious pathways open up in the woods. Should you go into them as they tempt you with murmurs and whispers, you'll be trapped for a few hours by a fog wall you can't pass through.
A DIFFERENT “ME”
But don't worry, you'll come out fine in the end - just with a few memories, or maybe even your physical body, changed entirely. Everyone will still recognize you as "you", and you'll still recognize the others... but maybe you know something has changed. Or maybe you don't.
OOC
Everyone thank Aspen for this month's player plot! Enjoy playing your AUs (or not) and get ready for winter. OOC Plotting Lives Here if you'd like to plot anything out!
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SUBMISSIONS
to aba. not really closed tho.
Now he's stuck with her until these eggs hatch. And yes, they're very adorable in their little fur nest and their knitted cozies from the little nervous kitten, but he can't appreciate it.
Not while he's angrily sewing a key shaped bone onto the head of a poppet that looks remarkably like a.b.a. If she was a creepy fucked up doll. And when he's done? He flings it at A.B.A. with as much force as his scrawny mage arms can. ]
Take this effigy and be cursed!
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Ah, but when she looks down and sees the doll, well that would at least explain why the blow felt so soft.
She grabs the offending poppet in question and stomps over to its suspected creator, the doll squeezed in an aggressively grasp. Unbelievable, unimaginable, undeserved! Everyone keeps telling her how SHE should behave, and yet the rules don't seem to apply to everyone. Now how is that fair?]
Was this your doing?!
[Again, it's more than obvious, but she likes to be dramatic.]
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Of course it is~ Look at the expert craftmanship. Feel the curse I laid upon it oozing out to drag you down!
[ There is no curse on it, but she doesn't need to know that. The power of suggestion, and all that. ]
Who else would create such a masterpiece?
[ He lounges back beside the eggs, legs crossed at the ankles. The very picture of lazy indulgence. If it weren't for the fact he turns the eggs very gently, it would seem like he's there merely to be eyecandy. ]
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[At least he admitted to his crime, but she can't for the life of her figure out what it's all for. She has been!! On her best behavior!?! Probably by avoiding HIM as best as she can. But...for some reason, he keeps trying to unleash her wrath?!
Does he want to die?! ...Well, she has bad news for him.]
...Your throws are pathetic, weak, much like the child you apparently hope to be. Know that the only reason why I don't kill you right here, right now, is because these infants will need easy prey the moment they hatch.
[They're going to drink milk first???
A.B.A. no longer grips the doll like she's trying to make it explode, instead holding it closer. If she actually believes it's cursed, she sure as hell doesn't show it. With a gentle swipe, she strokes its hair and silently looks at all the little details.
...This sucks. She can't let him know this is totally her thing. Look at how much effort he put into making a key??]
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Ugh, no. Being called childish is FINE. Perfectly fucking FINE.
Never mind they did just have a pillow fight not too long ago, like children. ]
And yet, you are the one reacting like the child. Petulant, churlish, graceless!
[ Oh, he knows he's lost this one, honestly, but he can't help but try and twist it around. Though he notices her holding it closer, touching it gently. Is she petting it?
... Does she like it? His little effigy of her?
He's silent for a moment, looking to the eggs. Ugh. ]
It is not truly cursed.
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What actually surprises her is that he seems to have more to say after his embarrassing defeat. It actually gets her to look up from the doll, which is impressive considering it was holding her attention so intensely.]
Of course it isn't. I would've been able to tell.
[WOULD SHE??? She ain't telling.]
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Nonsense. Were it truly hexed, you would never know until your fingers began to rot off, and your toad colored hair fell from your very head!
[ He hates that hair color, she really needs to let him sit her down and redo it. Something in darker shades. Not purple of course, but maybe a deep blue. ]
Not even the Kings previous advisors could tell my hexes. [ Snake. He sighs, almost mournfully. ] If it was, I would have jammed a pin into it, right through your dumb little head. But! If you would like to know~
[ He holds his hand out for the poppet like she may very well hand it over to him to hex. ]
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She should just kill him... If only that larger man wasn't here, he'd probably see her actions as detrimental to their objective and keep her from watching the babies any further. Damn it, damn it all. A.B.A. growls as her frustration builds, the urge to just smash him into the ground is so strong, but even then....even if she allowed herself to, she still doesn't have Paracelsus to do so.
The look she gives his hand could set it on fire. What does he expect her to do?! Just do as he asks like some sort of obedient animal?! After the way he's been treating her?! Well if no one's going to reprimand his actions, she'll just have to carry out punishment herself! If he wants an animal, then fine, she'll be an animal. But it's not the doll that is placed in Affogato's hand.
She bites it. She bites his hand, then scampers off to where she originally was. You know, when he SMACKED HER WITH A DOLL. It's not hard enough to break skin, but definitely hard enough to show him exactly what she thinks of him.]
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But today is not that day.
Instead Affogato shrieks when his hand is bitten and then she scampers off, and he lifts the injured item to look at it with rage. ]
No!! No biting, you foul little animal, you're not allowed!!
[ Only MIZUKI can bite him. Strangely enough he doesn't get up to beat her with his staff? He seems........ almost content with that interaction? Even if he's wiping his hand off on his robes and peering at it under light like it might be infected. She took his doll, instead of giving the offending item back like if she didn't like it.
He seems actually happy? She kept it. He's smiling a little now. Hehe.
She will find it smells rather nice if she squishes it around, and though it has a distinct hex poppet look, there's been a lot of care to make it her. The bone key is so meticulously carved after all. ]