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arc iii: house of ravens | arrival


Hi, everyone! Our Arc III arrival event covers 20 Feb-11 March and doubles as a test drive. Participants don’t need an invite to apply by 11 March. Reserves live here. Try to label if you’re a test drive tourist or an old timer — and have fun!



COTTAGEVORE




TDM TOURISTS | OLD TIMERS | COMMON PROMPTS | NOTES




TDM TOURISTS: THE SCENIC ROUTE

You flinch awake, hand weighed by a sharp stick, stone, or makeshift torch. Your clothes sit stiff, splattered with dried dirt and dusted leaves. Here and there, scratches and shallow wounds litter your limbs, the marks of days of dazed survival alone that you mistily remember. Your strength and supernatural powers are currently largely depleted, but should recover within two to three days.

As they journey, characters discover stretches of the eerily silent forests briefly transform into woodlands or recognisable spots of nature from their home worlds — perhaps they’re now seeing the meadows outside their home towns, their backyard orchard, or a fondly remembered lake pier. These images are short-lived illusions that other characters can also see.

Mind your steps: the mirages try to lure characters deep into the forest, where unfriendly animals and hidden pits wait.

A. THE MORE, THE MERRIER

Trailing through the labyrinthine woods, you stumble upon a group of heavily armed bandits who are already herding several captives. Depending on how agitated you are, expect shackles, leashes and tusk pendants that allow characters to speak and glean local tongues — including the thugs' barked instructions. The outlaws are on a three-day voyage to cursed village Ke-Waihu, where they intend to sell their prisoners to the Hok-Shinn criminal clan.

■ Ensure fellow captives survive the trek, avoiding leg-hold traps, snares and hunting nets.

■ Beatings continue, but morale never improves: help mouthy prisoners with their tasks or wounds.

■ Capture or forage food — and stop naïve captives from going deeper into the forest to follow glimpses of beautiful (wo)men or cries for help. There’s nobody there.

■ At night, prisoners are locked in stitched-shut tents — get friendly quickly.


B. JUST CRUISING

The bandits never saw you coming — but you’ve been watching them collect their prey. Perhaps you’ve even found others like you — also spared enslavement, but condemned to trail after the thugs towards Ke-Waihu. Characters can pick up discarded translation and communication tusk pendants, scraps of food and frail weapons.

■ Beware: superstitious thieves frequently patrol at night, while woodland predators are emboldened by the absence of fires.

■ Leave messages or instructions to the bandits’ captives (tree husk carvings, anyone?) and maybe try to rescue them.

■ ...or leave them for dead and trot on to Ke-Waihu. You savage.


» GO CAMPING, THEY SAID





OLD TIMERS: CURSES FOR ONE, CURSES FOR ALL


After a bumpy ride aboard the Salamera II, the party arrive at idyllic village Ke-Waihu.

They are greeted by Hok-Shinn Weisi, the slippery mayor who officially helms Ke-Waihu, while his brother Sairen leads the clan’s heavy underground ventures. Weisi’s flippant and spoiled son Taksui is the Merchant’s local liaison. The botanist Enam and his apprentices set out to explore, taking the group's baggage along.

Weisi was told the party members are families of Taravast refugees, seeking finer fates in Ke-Waihu. Each family has been assigned a humble but serviceable dwellingsee what luck has in store for you.

Weisi officially welcomes the newcomers in Ke-Waihu’s main bustling marketplace. Every merchant, fishmonger and beggar stops to watch as foreigners are briefly stripped of their ostentatious jewels, clothes or weapons, soaked in iced water and told to embrace the village by accepting its old, its new, its ugliness and its truths.

■ To join the community, characters must absorb and redeem the wrongdoings of a deceased ancestor. They are served flasks of a thick, bitter brew that slides down mildly corrosive and cold.

■ The brew’s effects vary: some drinkers feel only a sudden, electric awareness of the story behind the curse they inherited. Others feel scalded from the inside, agonising for hours. The ancestral curse effects start to take hold that night.

■ Characters are sent off to their new homes in Ke-Waihu — but are contacted within hours by one of Enam’s anguished apprentices. His master and his peers were captured by bandits while inspecting the elusive forests for plant specimens. These wicked men took everything: your goods, your Ellethian high fashion, your extra weapons, even your Sleeping Zenobius. Go get’em — but beware the deadly illusions of Ke-Waihu’s forest.


» DUDE, WHERE’S MY COMATOSE SLEEPER?






ALL TOGETHER NOW

The thugs, the old timers, the test drive prisoners and their creepy watchers collide in the mist-drowned forests of Ke-Waihu.

A. BANDIT BANE

■ Infiltrate the thug group in, kick some outlaws’ teeth on the way out.

■ Release and escort roughened-up newcomers to Ke-Waihu, picking up strays along the way.

■ One of the thugs snitches that the remaining stolen loot is hoarded in a nearby secluded cave, drowned under foliage. The entrance is watched by large, agitated boars with startlingly hard, but not impervious skin. With gold, gems, guns within reach, anyone for pork dinner?

■ After speaking with the new arrivals, party botanist and guide Enam confirms they have been summoned to serve as weapons in this world’s ongoing conflict between warring undead factions. The Merchant, Enam’s collaborator and the party’s patron, is leading otherworlders east, where forgotten beacons might return them home.

■ The villagers Ke-Waihu, Ke-Waiar and Ke-Waicai reportedly know the location of such a beacon. They will unveil it if the party breaks the curse of the House of Ravens.




B. THE BLUSHING BRIDE

When the group returns, Ke-Waihu is celebrating the joyous procession of dozens of lavish 'weddings.' The (false) rites are carried out to commemorate the marriage of a huntsman and his fox bride...

■ The roads are awash with flower petals and rice, houses extend their hospitality freely, and the rich give away coin. Even Hok-Shinn clansmen don their finest garments and hand out gifts and favours, while lawmen grant pardons to captives held for minor offences.

■ Villagers pose as 'brides' and 'grooms' to play act public weddings. Characters are asked to participate as brides and grooms, or to join the wedding retinue of a NPC villager. Characters can unknowingly marry, but not become foxes.

■ The evening culminates in a grand market fete, with stalls offering sickly sweets and strong alcohols. Poets recite love songs, professional weepers wail to strangers that they lost their children to insidious in-laws, and petty clashes erupt among merrymakers.

■ Some of the NPC fox 'brides' seem to grow wide-eyed and alert, suspicious of the many hunting dogs that watchmen walk around the marketplace.

■ Come nightfall, 'wedded' pairs are escorted to suites in a large and extravagant inn. For each 'couple,' accommodations comprise one room for the retinue and a linked conjugal bedroom.


IF CHARACTERS MARRY A (FOX) 'SPOUSE':

■ They are handed three pieces of parchment before they are locked into the marital suite with their consort and their retinue.

■ Once alone in their 'marital quarter,' characters first enjoy polite conversation with their spouse, whose eyes start to glimmer golden, while their teeth and claws lengthen, their mouths distort to snouts and their hair reddens. The fox brides do not seem aware they are, in fact, foxes, but try to scratch, bite or maim their partners. Viciously quick, strong and prone to thralling their victims into spells of lethargy, these foxes could get the best of you — happily, the little parchment papers you received can share some survival tips.

Fool the fox spouse into thinking you are already married or pledged to someone in your retinue. Affronted, the fox bride will exile you out of the wedding room. Refresh the salt lines that surround the conjugal room, and gently steer the fox back if it flees overnight.

Your retinue and you should impersonate a hunting hound, down to howling, running on all-fours and sniffling. The fox will hurriedly isolate itself in the conjugal room, but will actively try to escape at night. Keep every inn door and window closed.

Become a widow(er). Call your retinue and make the best of your fists and a butter knife. You will need to kill the spouse a few times before they stay fully dead, each time reviving more and more fox-like in appearance.


AS A WEDDING RETINUE MEMBER:

■ Awkwardly hold watch outside the conjugal bedroom of the dashing NPC cannon fodder groom and his fox bride.

■ The NPC groom might request help as above — or might fall deathly silent. If that happens, villagers instruct, character must loudly ask if the wine pleases the couple. The flushed, visibly fox-like bride will then open the door to complain their new consort — clawed dead in the marital bed — won’t even share a wine cup with them. The fox does not seem to grasp they have killed their groom.

■ Defeat the fox at drinking — the fox bride can hold its cups, but slipping in some of the relaxing opiates on hand will help the cause. Sneak the NPC groom's corpse out with a buddy when the fox drops asleep.

Or prove you are a fairer marital prospect by verbally wooing the fox or doing battle with your retinue companion, to prove your worth. Your wingman may wish to throw the fight, feed lines, or generally smoulder. The fox bride will offer the NPC corpse as a betrothal gift.


Come morning, the villagers open the now-delapidated inn. Those who survive fox weddings receive braided bracelets of red, golden and tangerine rope, earning good will in the village. The murderous fox brides have disappeared — in their place, yellowed and dust-drenched bones 'sleep' in the marital beds, covered by withered and torn wedding clothes.

Villagers share the whole story: a huntsman encountered a fox goddess in the forest, when she had taken the shape of a beautiful woman. Lovestruck, he brought her back to Ke-Waihu as his wife — but the horrified villager slaughtered her and her husband on their wedding night. The fox god cursed the village to relieve yearly 'fox weddings,' during which the bones of those murdered during the previous 'conjugal' festivities rise as brides to terrorise new spouses.

Skipping the fox wedding rites, villagers say, shrivels their crops and depletes their food stocks for several seasons.




C. A-HUNTING WE WILL GO

It’s all fun and wedding games, until one of the victims of the recent nuptials is the son of influential wine merchant Saguk Chaomin. He vengefully sponsors a a hunt to finally lift the foxes’ curse.

Saguk Chaomin assigns weapons — from knives, spears and sharpened sticks to bows, arrows and rifles operating on gun powder — alongside lanterns and climbing rope to the brave adventurers. The contingent splinters into smaller groups to avoid detection.

■ The forests now aggressively conspire to lead characters to their deaths: whether it’s through fostering illusions that trip them into gullies, or decrepit bridges that crumble, sending travellers into whirling river waters. Animals (excluding wolves) attack travellers fiercely. Keep a hunting hound close.

■ Characters with unusual physical features or suspicious behaviours — from supernatural powers to a fear of dogs — are accused of being shape-shifting foxes.

■ Fox spirits assume a mortal but resilient shape the day after the wedding — strong, large, feral and willy. They’re quick to bite, and their presence dulls the senses of hunters.

■ To exorcise the foxes, kill their mortal bodies or obliterate or repair their small, decaying forest altars. These are stone rings the size of one’s hand, often hidden at the root of ancient trees. Cleanse the altars of filth, vermin and predatory creatures, and replenish the stones with fresh river pieces. Beware rare fox spirits that come to protect altars or hide their young.





D. WELL, WELL, WELL

In the wake of the weddings, characters head to their abodes, while test drivers are garrisoned in communal temporary shelters. Over the next few days, everyone may notice:

■ Villagers have a marrow-deep fear of the Hok-Shinn clan, whose members behave as if they are immune from repercussions.

■ Villagers tell eerie tales of strange encounters in their locked stables, abandoned houses or wells — they have seen a creature with the head of a beautiful woman, whose hair braids to form her snake-like body. 'She' slithers away once discovered.

■ Word spreads across the marketplace that dark waters have returned. A farmer’s well has dried, leaving only a thickened, tar-like liquid at the bottom. Another villager shamefully admits his well also dried a month ago, clogged by dark filth — the fount was old, and he assumed it had naturally depleted.

■ Horrified villagers speak no more of this, but superstitiously volunteer flower and food tributes for the Ka-Sanwon volcano. Mayor Hok-Shinn Weisi intercedes to reserve the resources for the upcoming return of the patron lord of the volcano’s three villages — the undead Beastmaster.



QUESTIONS

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[personal profile] wooden_one 2022-02-28 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Chu Wanning's feelings towards the whole 'pretend family situation' is...complicated. He's really unsure about everything...which, because of just how he is, makes him look irritated the whole time as he had stood off to the side watching people introduce themselves. Still, despite that he had paid attention to who was in the house.

So he recognized the person pacing outside and he seemed. Well. Troubled.

After a moment of just watching out the window, he pushed open the door. The rather impolite greeting glanced off him. It's fine. No one ever liked seeing him anyway.

"No." He says it bluntly but honestly because he wouldn't ask for help even if he were bleeding out. What he felt was concern but he has the worst case of resting bitch face so it looks vaguely annoyed to those unfamiliar. "Stop pacing. Are you trying to dig a ditch? Come inside."

If he were more socially competent he might have been able to word that better. Alas.
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[personal profile] wooden_one 2022-02-28 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
[For all that Chu Wanning was immensely powerful he also...preferred not to injure if there is a way to avoid it.

Which is why the weapon he pulled out isn't Tianwen, the willow vine he'd used to strike down guards in Taravast but Jiuge.

At the first note, the guards seemed to relax and as he played they slowly lowered themselves to curl up on the ground.

He glances briefly at Xie Lian.]


Just keep cleaning.

[And he'll continue playing until you're done.]
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-02-28 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Wrathion stops when prompted, glowering mildly at Chu Wanning yet obeying him all the same. He takes a breath to try and settle his agitation, casts one glance back out at the village then moves to step back inside.

"I have begun to wonder," he begins through gritted teeth, "if this entire world is simply filled with unpleasant locations, or if our dear friend the Merchant selects them for us to visit."

Is everywhere here overrun or indebted to undead? Or are they sent to key strongholds on purpose? Titans, they really need to leave this place.
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[personal profile] wooden_one 2022-02-28 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
He didn't flinch when he's glowered at...though it's been a while since anyone had dared to glower at him.

When Wrathion stepped back inside he did as well. He's been writing talismans that helps spirits move on and had commandeered the table for that purpose and, essentially, he's made the space messy. There's papers strewn across the table already and there are two mugs, one half full, the other empty but clearly having already been drunken from.

Though his frown does deepen at those words. "How should I know?" Truly, he doesn't and, it makes him feel unsettled to have no answer. But more importantly... "Did something happen?" If asked he would deny any concern but, well. He's concerned.
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[personal profile] sacral 2022-02-28 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Had his heart grown less staunch against the very blood that courses through it, the sight of those lanterns from his home city's famous winters bursting into a heavy, oiled flame would stir him. But the sight is wrong, the apocalypse of his own world finding no purchase in the delicate carve of his insides. It is the apocalypse of another that bleeds into this winter that bleeds into his spring, cyclical and bright. Nostalgia burns to ember and dies as ash. There will be nothing rebuilt from that ruin if the only way to claim it is in hindsight.

His talisman poises at the ridge of his thumb but doesn't carve soft and whispered into skin just yet. Familiar blood to him might be what incites the other. How does he know?
]

I've loved these illusions for a very long time.

[ And to love something to no end means to accept when it has no basis in reality, no matter how desperate the wish is. A lesson less learned than impressed on him, much like the scars he hasn't the magic to conceal at the moment. Plain, unfettered — blossoms scattered from branch. Weight seen, but not felt. What is there to conceal anymore?

Subaru senses his dread in the dawn cast by unnatural fire. He wants to approach, but as memories churn in their entanglement, he doesn't. At least not yet.
]

You see someone in the fire, don't you?
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[personal profile] sacral 2022-02-28 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ Flowers. In silent, silvered hail. So light that the jagged boughs of their trees don't weigh with the ruin of their blooming. In his hand, the paper's edge runs red with blood. In his desire's conjuring, pink seeps into white. Blood enough for two when Subaru considers the man bearing witness to this tranquil rot of his. Lost like him? Simply a traveler? Here, it's impossible to know, not that he supposes it matters. His gaze falls to him and the illusory petals that welcome him as if he also belongs, then back to the trees. ]

No. I've seen this before.

[ It lays heavy in his mouth, unspoken: many times before. ]

Look long enough, and you'll see the corpse beneath the tree. I was called because I wondered if she suffered to turn the blossoms pink.

[ A memory lost and then unveiled. ]

What flower is right to you?
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[personal profile] sacral 2022-02-28 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ That truth lays heavy on him as his fingers card thoughtfully through the hound's fur. It would likely rend a fox tooth and claw if commanded, but Subaru knows the hound isn't at fault. Adorning the same wrist as his wound is the bracelet denoting his survival of the spirits, but at great cost to his "bride". It was his misstep that furthered her suffering. ]

It's hard to blame them. Their tradition protects their village, even if was bred by their ancestors as misfortune.

[ He glances upwards to the other man. ]

Were you at the inn?
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[personal profile] sacral 2022-02-28 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
I have no way of knowing the rites for the spirits here. But where I'm from, the way to pacify a spirit is to honor its home.

[ Which is something that is definitely not happening here — his gaze remains stern but he looks uneasy with the hunting parties now setting off, hemmed in flame and howling. ]

They're most likely concealed in the forest.

[ Which presents its own dangers, but he wants to try. ]
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[personal profile] sacral 2022-02-28 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Accepting it back, he rolls the talisman up with the rest of them and tucks them into his pocket, safe and out of sight. ]

In some ways, yes. They're like a conduit for magic. It doesn't seem like mine works well here, though.

[ It made some things easier when trekking through the forest. ]

Are you familiar with it?
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[personal profile] good_taste 2022-02-28 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Finally! That last bit was too much. He straightened up once they were out of the room, shoulders rolling back. As emphatically far from bowing as one could get.

But apparently the whole sorry afair isn't done yet. The knife disappears up his sleeve again. It'll be a long, hungry night, then. What a horribly familiar feeling.

He waves away the apology.]
Of course you can't. You might be the most married man I've ever met. [The only thing that could possibly make it more obvious would be a little portrait miniature of his husband stowed in a heart-shaped locket.

But marriage didn't always ensure faithfulness, so he might as well clear up one more thing.]
Besides--there's no spark there. Apologies, darling.
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[personal profile] good_taste 2022-02-28 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Mirrors? Did any of them express strong opinions about Thay?" He doubted it, but honestly? It was worth checking. If this was all a Thayvian affair, then he'd have to think very carefully about what to do with the book he'd taken from that laboratory.

"And these lords of theirs--are they rivals? Allies? Something more?" Of all the mental images he'd brought upon himself tonight, that might be the one he regretted most.
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[personal profile] sacral 2022-02-28 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Unnecessary. Hope with its wings pinned, torn open for curious investigation. Unnecessary was what he had hoped, yes. Now two lay entrapped at the crux of time and how it exercises cruelty upon those who are forced to endure it. He had sought those few moments blindly, and she suffers the consequence of his cling to life that isn't his. Her glamours fade to gore, life ghosting through enacted violence that stays her to this wedding chamber. Once before, once now. The end result remains, now bereft of any hope for mercy.

He does as instructed. That had always been the easiest and caused less conflagration. Its scratch against wretched, bloody dampness reminds him of why that is — why the sole pursuit of strength and leaving everything else to auxiliary vice, kindness, was what he had chosen some odd lifetime ago.

Sluggishly, arms unwind, heels slip back into the mess. His slick fingers inch along ornate moulding until they reach the latch to the door, and with a soft click-and-heave, he emerges into the hall of the inn which he is certain does not look how it should. But his perception of it swims as the door snaps behind him, the scent of fur and steel and unborn fire dappled against the back of his throat. He tastes it.

Blood suffocates magic, releasing her.
]
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[personal profile] ambitiousblond 2022-02-28 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
"That's one way to put it." Fate has always been a strange thing in his life and has a rather quirky sense of humor in his view. He thought that he would get a fresh start on things in a new world where no one knew him but he had a feeling that some things couldn't be escaped.

"I was fortunate to join just before departing Taravast- that was an interesting introduction to this strange world. It's a pleasure, Wrathion." He regards the other man, taking in every detail, meeting his gaze.

"What about you? How long have you been with us?"
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[personal profile] silverneedles 2022-02-28 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ A nice house, they were promised. And it was a lovely house, with an orchard and a garden. Considering that Wen Qing's last home before her death, before her arrival in this place, had been a graveyard, and even before that, the places she lived had been less than ideal, it should have been perfect.

And it was. Until the couples started showing up.

As a doctor, Wen Qing has little bodily shyness and few issues with discussing matters of the body, including sexual congress. But she draws a line at seeing people kissing and groping. Those were private matters, better left to the sanctity of a bedroom.

It grows even worse: one afternoon, upon her return, she discovers a couple in her bedroom. Her shriek is loud, and then she's dragging them both out of her room and toward the door, one of them held by the ear. ]
If you are unmarried, you should not be doing this. [ She knows people aren't always married when they consummate their love but the idea is still ingrained in her. She drags them to the room, practically shoving them out the door. ] I do not wish to see you back here.

[ That done, she closes the door, barely managing to keep from slamming it, and looks around the room for anyone who might have overheard that. ]

They were trespassing.

[ ooc: let me know if this doesn't work!! ]
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[personal profile] topoiran 2022-02-28 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
Ah... hm. This way.

[ He'll... well, he'll first lean in and press a soft kiss to Moran's lips, then lead them to the kitchen and settle Moran so he can prepare food, his brow creasing slightly. That is really not how Moran is normally and after what happened on the journey, he does not wish to ignore any signs of something being out of the ordinary. ]

Outside of this hunger, is anything else amiss?
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-02-28 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Wrathion nods once, accepting. Slick, after all, told him about this. About how they were used for war. This is a vivid demonstration of what that looked like.

"They considered you disposable," he says. Whoever sent a whole army of people here on their first deployment either didn't put enough care into training them, or was playing a game of numbers instead of careful strategy -- and he's welling to bet it's the latter. Flood the field with enough troops and even if they aren't trained well enough, the sheer weight of numbers may get you a victory.

On a smaller note, white shiny armour seemed like a strange choice. They all stand out in the desert, and he'd have thought it would be hot too? Perhaps the material is lighter and cooler than it looks, however.
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[personal profile] joker_wild 2022-02-28 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Akira glances at Wrench, still looking amused. He speaks, quietly, trying not to draw attention.]

Since it will probably try to kill us, I think you're fine.

[And for all that Akira was trying to be quiet, the boar grunts - and then turns in their direction before it lowers its head and does charge. Akira moves in the same instant he recognizes it's coming their way, aiming to put his dagger between the thing's shoulders.]

[Its hide is stronger than he was expecting, though, and while he manages to hurt it, it only squeals in pain, wheeling to face him again.]
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[personal profile] joker_wild 2022-02-28 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Akira smiles.] It would make things a lot easier. And probably help us avoid saying the wrong thing.

[Looking at you, Anduin.]

I don't think so? I have a group of friends back home?

[He has a full team back home that look to him as a leader, but it feels too much like tooting his own horn to just say that outloud.]
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[personal profile] joker_wild 2022-02-28 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's just hoping none of them end up dead, too.

Akira watches, looking vaguely impressed as the local runs off to get the wine. He wishes he could do that.

He keeps his voice low as they wait for the man to come back.]


Maybe we can.. knock her out? Get her drunk enough?
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III.

[personal profile] joker_wild 2022-02-28 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's not exactly weaponless, but he is hanging back a little. It's not that he has a problem with taking care of things in this way, but, well...]

I'm not really a hunter? I feel like I would get in the way if I tried to lead.

[His method of "hunting" is to sneak up on things, not work as a group in a party like this. He does feel the need to take part in this, though, since they're supposed to be blending into the village.]
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[personal profile] joker_wild 2022-02-28 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Akira had started to move in behind the bandit sneaking up on the woman when she turns on them with a branch, and he stops, dagger in hand, mouth slightly open.]

Um... I don't think they care too much about that. Are you okay?

[He looks like a thief himself, though thankfully he seems to have more style than the bandits. There's also the fact that he's not moving to attack her to set him apart.]
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[personal profile] joker_wild 2022-02-28 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Akira notices Anduin branch off - and then he sees the illusion in the forest. He breaks away from the rest of the group to follow, knowing this can't be good, and reaches out to grab Anduin's arm as he steps into the illusion.]

Something's not right.
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A-Hunting We Will Go

[personal profile] joker_wild 2022-02-28 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alistair catches his eye as he dotes on the dog, and Akira can't help but smile as he watches him. He doesn't mean to be caught staring, and he blinks, shaking his head and waving a hand in apology.]

I wasn't, I mean... Considering what happened with the... foxes? It's probably better to be safe.

[He's still a little shaken by the fact that a woman turned into a fox and killed someone right in front of him. He wouldn't be surprised if the rabbits tried to kill them, too.]
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[personal profile] sergeant_slick 2022-02-28 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
He shook his head. "Not just them. We did too. That's what they taught us."

And that had to be why some part of his brain wouldn't shut up about the horrible practicality of looting the bodies.

There were DC-15s all over the field. Fully stocked utility belts. Helmets. None of them keyed to his ID chip, but he could probably slice that, given enough time. There was some part of him that wanted to try and pick them up.

None of it was real. None of it should've been real. But he couldn't stop thinking about it anyway.

He gritted his teeth, trying to look toward the horizon instead. "How do we get this damn thing to go away?"
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III.

[personal profile] joker_wild 2022-02-28 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Akira glances at Wrench, raising his eyebrows curiously - and then looking startled as he sees the hackerspace off in the distance.]

Um... what is that? That doesn't look like the rest of the village.

[And yes, that's a purposeful understatement. It's definitely not something that belongs here.]

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