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Cherry Blossoms are srs bzns guys
Who: Shen, Tsuruya, Gordon, Rosalia, Sherlock, Marisa, others that want to join in
What: Cherry-Blossom Huntingand picnic
When: Blooming season, some week in March
Where: Northwestern Woods
The copse of trees in the northwestern woods was quietly celebratory in the way that they often are on beautiful days. Sunlight dappled down between the leaves. Birds chirped and warbled. The wind could be heard gently hissing among the treetops above.
Nature's party was quickly crashed, however, as the very air in the center of the grove seemed to contract and then violently sneeze out a violent blue crackle of discharged entropy, along with several people in varying races, ages and stages of disorientation. The whole grove seems to give them the silent treatment, birds startled, timid woodland creatures scared off in a half-mile radius, even the wind is disrupted and silent. How DARE they show up and ruin the event...
For what it's worth, Gordon profoundly doesn't care. He stands and dusts himself off, trying to get the stray tachyons off or something. "That... was... AWESOME." He breaks into a wild grin and looks back at the innocent space of air that had just now violently thrown them into the woods, shouldering his backpack. "Good thing I asked about those teleportation pods in the labs! Who would've thought they'd actually work--oh hey, everyone with us?"
What: Cherry-Blossom Hunting
When: Blooming season, some week in March
Where: Northwestern Woods
The copse of trees in the northwestern woods was quietly celebratory in the way that they often are on beautiful days. Sunlight dappled down between the leaves. Birds chirped and warbled. The wind could be heard gently hissing among the treetops above.
Nature's party was quickly crashed, however, as the very air in the center of the grove seemed to contract and then violently sneeze out a violent blue crackle of discharged entropy, along with several people in varying races, ages and stages of disorientation. The whole grove seems to give them the silent treatment, birds startled, timid woodland creatures scared off in a half-mile radius, even the wind is disrupted and silent. How DARE they show up and ruin the event...
For what it's worth, Gordon profoundly doesn't care. He stands and dusts himself off, trying to get the stray tachyons off or something. "That... was... AWESOME." He breaks into a wild grin and looks back at the innocent space of air that had just now violently thrown them into the woods, shouldering his backpack. "Good thing I asked about those teleportation pods in the labs! Who would've thought they'd actually work--oh hey, everyone with us?"
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...wait a sec. Didn't she read there WEREN'T any humans outside of Sirocco?
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"--Ugh, christ... okay, whatever, come on! Shen, can you scout ahead? Sherlock, with me. Girls, stay behind us. I don't know what the hell's going to happen when we get there and I don't think you three can fight... can you?"
It sounds like a stupid question, but here in Sirocco...
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"There's a tree inside that shrine," he says, pointing a wing in its direction. "A group of those... small purple creatures are... setting fire to it and then freezing it, over and over." He has the decency to look disgusted. "Vile things--the tree is what's crying out like that."
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Despite her brave words, though, she seems a little hesitant to keep advancing. Even with her stick. Perhaps she's not a COMPLETE idiot. She sticks back with the other girls, holding her gnarled branch like a baseball bat.
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The doorway to the shrine is open, and through the angled doors they can see glimmers of scaly dark motion and the occasional flash of fire or ice magic. Gordon draws his pistol from this coat pocket, leaning against the door and peering in. "...what...?"
Just as Shen says, the imps are gleefully circling a single, unleaved, dark-wooded tree that grows in the center through the center of an ornately-constructed dais surrounding a hole in the floor. They flit around and blast alternating sides with shots of fire magic and then put it out with ice, back and forth, like sadistic teenagers torturing an animal for fun. The pleas and squeals of pain really DO seem to come from the tree, completing the grim metaphor.
"Okay. I don't know what exactly's going on here, but it's about to stop!" He growls, leaning just far enough train his pistol on one of the small, circling imps... does he HONESTLY think he's going to hit one from there?
Second part because I LOVE MULTIPART POSTS. XP
In the middle of roasting the tree, one of the imps recoils and squeals, alighting on a branch to grasp at a pierced wing. Wow. For a guy with glasses, he's a surprisingly good shot. For a moment even HE looks a little stunned.
The others screech in alarm, hovering with dark wings flapping. One screams something in an ugly language and points at the door.
"--Crap, here they come! Scatter! Spread out their fire!"
He plunges through the doors and makes for one of the stone pillars holding the roof up. Those who plan to fight, would do well to follow him.
The inside of the shrine show wood partitions and other pillars arrayed around the tree, ideal for cover. The moment he runs in one of the imps still aloft charge up a blast of bluish energy and hurls it at him. It hits the pillar and covers it with an inch-thick ice just after he disappears behind it.
The other one is headed for the door. Someone needs to distract it before it sees everyone outside. WHO WILL IT BE?
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It will be a clearly irritated bird. Shen darts in through the door at a surprisingly fast run but doesn't bother to take cover. Instead, he makes a beeline for the imp who's approaching the door, sending a flurry of throwing knives its way. An instant after he does that, he takes to the air as well for a very literal flying kick.
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Her woolgathering was interrupted by two of the imps noticing the crowd of people outside. The guy in the orange armor looked dangerous, the bird man was clearly capable, even that pale guy in black looked like he knew how to handle himself. But behind all of them was a cluster of nervous looking teenage girls armed with nothing worse than a tree branch. They broke off from the pack to harass them, flying over everyone in complicated looping patterns and started flying around the three girls, laughing. Marisa tried to swing at one as it swooped in close, but then yelped as her stick was set on fire and dropped it before she burned her hands.
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She looks around to see if there's anything that can help, and sets eyes on a bunch of conveniently placed rocks scattered a little way down on the path. They're small, maybe half an inch to an inch across, and unlikely to take out any of the imps for good, but it's worth a try. She dashes over as fast as she can, grabbing a rock and whirling around in the act. "Hey!" And hoping that's gotten the imps' attention, she lobs -
Except the rock completely misses and veers vaguely left of the group. Oops. Rosalia can feel herself turning red, but...well, hopefully she has their attention at least.
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A flash -- and the IMP is covered in ice. And Tsuruya stands, a large stick in hand with ice on it, in a position that clearly indicates that she's somehow managed to smack the spell BACK at it. Wait, what?
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The one whom Shen attacked just barely manages to tumble through the barrage of throwing knives but he isn't so lucky with that kick. Metal talons bounce the little demon into the ground and it is barely able to get up on all fours, but it raises its claw to cast a blustery mini-tornado from seemingly nowhere, right back at airbourne Shen.
The one with the wounded wing is again aloft and dive-bombing the girls, dodging rocks and thrown items and shooting the occasional spiteful thunder spell over at Gordon to keep him from getting decent aim again. Bastard shot his wing, after all.
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After a beat he draws his charred but still-sharp polearm. Criminy, he's angry, now. He simply charges the nearest imp with a great swing of the weapon.