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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
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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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[Wolfwood hisses, just like the wolf he is would. But logically, deep down in his addled mind, he knows what Affogato is alluding to. He's right, despite how vehemently he wants to deny it, because...she wouldn't have just shown up lost in the woods. She'd be in the Grove, somewhere. And you can't really wander too far back into the trees without getting zapped by the wall, no matter how curious he thinks she would be able the plant life.]
Look, I don't know. But when have things ever been predictable, here? What if this time it's different?
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[ Why is he trying so hard to help him?! Why does he care. This is stupid, kindness extended to others never gets him anywhere or anything. Indeed, all it seems to be doing is making Wolfwood angry at him. Ridiculous. He scoffs and waves his staff, making it jingle, the sound falling short. Muted by the snow around them. ]
You think her so special she would be different? Different than your sad plant? Your dual wildcat? You? She must be, to have you stumbling mad out here. Do what you will. I will stick around no longer in his domain, where his fangs and claws make sink in when we stumble blindly into his trap.
[ He begins to stomp his way back towards the grove, each movement full of ire. STUPID WOLFWOOD. ]
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Those words sink in sharp like glass yet somehow equally soft in their intent, and even as the former cookie begins to stomp off, Wolfwood turns to watch him as he goes. He wouldn't say "clarity" is what he's feeling, not yet, but...]
...hang on.
so many typos in the last post urgh rolls over and dies
What?
[ Of course he's wary, wondering whether the other is going to continue to throw barbs or if he has something else to throw into the mix. Of course, if he does, Affogato may just do Suri a favor and poison the Wolf right here of course.
Maybe he'll do himself the favor. ]
NAH UR GOOD <3
...why did you come after me?
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As I said. Though I disapproved of your methods, you saved my life. If this is truly the makings of one of his traps, then allow me to do the same. As much as it may not seem it, I do care.
[ He always had. It's so thrice-baked annoying, to deep down inside really and truly care about others. ]
If you tell anyone I do, I will curse you far worse than our mad little lordling ever could.
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Gee, Wolfwood, where have you heard that before? Is that your own internal monologue speaking?
He huffs, gruffly. It's clear that he's still feeling agitated, like a cornered tiger pacing its cage with nowhere else to go. But at the same time, he's got enough braincells left to understand that to just rush out there would probably be a death sentence, and he isn't going to do that to the people he'd be leaving behind. Not again.]
...fine. Fine.
[...]
I'll go back.
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[ Will he? Maybe.
And he may just turn around the moment Affogato is out of his sight, and follow his personal siren further in. Because oh, is it taking everything in Affogato not to do the same.
So he sighs and closes the distance again, high stepping through the snow, and when he reaches the other he quickly slips his arm around Wolfwood's. Hooks their elbows together. ]
Walk a gorgeous man back as you do, it's terribly dangerous out here.
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Well. One of them more than the other. And Wolfwood wouldn't have bothered saving Affogato back then if he didn't believe there was something worth saving, so.
He sighs, rolling his eyes but otherwise complying.]
Yeah yeah. Just try not to wander off.
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[ He tightens his grip a little on Wolfwood, his eyes firmly fixed ahead. He would be lying out of his teeth if he said he was only doing this for Wolfwood's benefit. The voice from the woods is so sweet. Sweeter than the most honeyed of Royal Jellies. It doesn't sound like Suri, who was equal parts tempting and threatening. Which makes it all the more difficult to resist.
The silence as they walk is loud, however, and he decides to cover it up with his own voice, blocking out the siren song in his ear. ]
So whose your sweet snow lady, that you were so maddened to get to?
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Wolfwood continues looking straight ahead as Affogato strikes up conversation, the bridge of his nose wrinkling.]
First of all, don't call her that.
[...]
Her name is Miss Melanie. I never knew her full name, just knew her as that. I was a kid, the last time I saw her. She pretty much raised me.
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Ah. For that, he won't mock him. Okay he will but not about her. Only about Wolfwood himself. ]
She must have the patience of the Saints.
[ Silence except for the crunch of their feet through the snow before he speaks again. ]
Take heart in knowing she is not here.
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[She wasn't the sole caretaker, but. She basically acted as surrogate mother for many children who would have been on the streets otherwise. Wolfwood only wishes he'd had the opportunity to pay it back, now that he's no longer a snot-nosed kid who doesn't know how good he actually has it, despite being an orphan.]
If she ever does show up here, I will go find and murder the god damn Forest with my bare hands. I don't care if I die again.