Mini-Plot: The War on Suri

[diplomaticimmewnity]

Who: The Grove!
What: Fight God!
When: Mid-month (ICly, the afternoon after Enciodes made the post)
Where: The Forest
Warnings: Character Death, other triggers will be in titles as needed


[ Enciodes did his best to get a headcount regarding the notebook page he'd written out, and thus has gotten together the according rations, plus extras, because he can never be too careful. He's recruited the Guardians who were able to join them as well, and he might be using Moder currently as a bit of shelter from the snowy storm, with Tenzin, his falcon, perched on his shoulder and being incredibly alert.

Enciodes has a few navigation tools with him as well, and he seems far more stern and serious than he has been in some time. Anyone who approaches him will be handed a ragged backpack with food, basic survival tools and extra clothes. He also strongly recommends seeing Heimr for some loans on items, if needed, though he can't guarantee he'd be able to hand out that much.

Otherwise, welcome! This is the most downer party ever! Time will be given for everyone to gather and ask some last minute questions and such - and receive the final warning that he can't guarantee anyone's safety, and there's still the high probability of death on this venture. Anyone who wants to stay here should do so now. ]

Comments

[aneikonic]

[ Luckily for Odile, she reminds him of Charon. They both have that same air around them. Which makes Clive more inclined to help her out.

... Not that he wouldn't have helped out anyways. He does have a soft-spot for offering his aid. So when he sees her with her bags, he makes his way over, his voice soft. ]

Would you like some aid?

[ Not that he thinks she's old (they're only 7 years apart) but ... again, it's that air about her. ]

[alphacraft]

[ She smiles, but it's thin enough that it probably isn't obvious that it's in satisfaction rather than gratitude. ]

I would certainly appreciate it. I suppose I could carry one backpack on my arm, but it might be an impediment in battle.

[aneikonic]

[ Ah. The smile reminds him of Charon even more and it's sort of terrifying. He wonders what he's gotten himself in to. ]

In battle you will want to toss your pack to the side anyways. So the less you have to toss, the better.

[ He eyes her bags and selects the one that looks the heaviest. He's no Goetz but he can easily lift it up. ]

[alphacraft]

Of course...

[ She doesn't plan on having anything to toss at all, but he's not wrong. ]

Thank you. Those are medical supplies in that pack.

[ She points out the red ribbon. ]

Since returning alive didn't seem to be a part of the plan, I thought it might be helpful.

[aneikonic]

I'll be careful.

[ And she's not wrong. They have healers but that takes energy. He settles it carefully amongst his own gear, frowning thoughtfully. ]

It's a well thought idea. Even quick field dressings in the middle of battle can be the difference between life or death. You have my thanks for thinking of it.

[alphacraft]

Her lip twists in a proper smile, albeit a wry one.

"Believe it or not, I have some experience in battle."

[aneikonic]

[ Huh, really. He pauses to study her, impressed. ]

Forgive me, you didn't look the type.

[alphacraft]

I'm rather skilled with all three types of Craft.

[ She explains as if it's not as big a deal as it actually is. And it still kind of sounds like a big deal, but this is her showing humility? ]

[aneikonic]

Craft?

[ Well, that's a new word for him, but the way she says it is new. Surely she doesn't mean things like sewing or woodworking... ]

[alphacraft]

Ah, you would call it 'magic', I suppose.

[ It isn't, really, it's a science, but she can concede the point. 'Anything sufficiently advanced', was it? What was that quote again? ]

[aneikonic]

Ah. Elemental? Or something else?

[ He knows enough now to realize magic here is far different than back home, where it was mostly elemental.

He rather likes the sound of Craft. ]

[alphacraft]

[ She frowns. She's heard of elemental magic, but it's still such an odd idea to her. ]

Craft works with forces that are far more basic. Protection, Creation and Piercing.

[ She makes the corresponding hand signs as she explains: Rock, Paper, Scissors. ]

[aneikonic]

[ And since he doesn't know rock, paper, scissors -

He looks interested. ]

I wouldn't think anything got more basic than elements. You should speak with my brother.

[ He nods his head in Joshua's direction. ]

He'd love to hear about this. [ Nerd to nerd communication. ]

[alphacraft]

[ She looks over, making a mental note. ]

I'd be happy to explain it to him. Perhaps not today, though. I'd hate to waste energy in demonstration only to need it in battle later.

[aneikonic]

Good idea, save your energy and strength for what's to come.

[ For whatever it is, other than a straight slaughter. He's trying to keep his hopes up but their outlook was said to be grim from the start. ]

[alphacraft]

[ Her expression flattens again as she looks over the group. ]

What's to come, huh? Be sure to pay attention during the fight. Any weaknesses, quirks, patterns. Any information that can be gleaned. That's the only thing of any value we might get out of this.

[aneikonic]

Hm. [ A little huff of a laugh. ] Assuming we don't walk in and promptly get smeared from one end of the grove to the other, you mean.

[ He's not entertaining the thought they're going to do much but piss him off but a start is a start. ]

cw: suicide joke(?)

[alphacraft]

[ She grimaces. ]

If that turns out to be the case, I do hope you'll join me in berating Enciodes for choosing a method of suicide so demoralizing for the rest of us.

[ Assuming that they come back after dying, of course. She's not leaning on that hope, either. ]

[aneikonic]

[ Neither is he, but he will offer a half smile in return. ]

Got it. I'll stand behind you very intimidatingly. I have a very good pose for it.

[ He glances around again at their little ragtag band who are more than likely going to be dead come the next day. ]

Have you faced a God before? Or one who declares himself such?

[alphacraft]

[ The question surprises a bitter laugh out of her. ]

Not a god, no, but one who declared himself a King. The power he wielded was god-like, I suppose. He froze almost the entire country in time.

[aneikonic]

Ah, time freezing. Counts. Come out all right in the end?

[ How many of them have faced their worlds version of a God and survived... ]

[alphacraft]

For a certain definition of 'all right'.

[ Siffrin will probably never be the same again, and she hates that for them. But everyone else... nobody was too badly hurt. ]

There will be more repercussions than we know, I'm sure.

What about you?

[aneikonic]

[ That makes him incline his head in understanding, then laugh. ]

Killed God, absorbed his power, pretty sure I rewrote the world so humanity could live free. Not entirely sure, however. Ended up here after using it.

[ He studies his hand, turning it. It should be petrified, it was starting to... ]

[alphacraft]

[ That sounds so completely nonsensical and absurd that she can only take it as the absolute truth. It's either that, or a very detailed hallucination, and since he doesn't show any other signs of psychosis, god-killer it is. ]

Well, that's one point in our favor.

[aneikonic]

Two. We've both faced something akin to a God before.

[ He doesn't know if anyone else here has. They may have both come out relatively "all right" in the grand term of things but they have some knowledge of just how bad it might go down. ]

Not that I've been here long enough to know every detail there is to know, of course.

[ It's been... a week. If that, he thinks. ]