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[atomic-overkill.livejournal.com]

[Salu, like everyone else in the city, didn't remember anything: who she was, where she came from, just her name. Which was, to say the least, mildly upsetting.

There were probably sensible ways of fixing this, but screw sensible. Sensible didn't get anything done. She was going to take a teleporter out 'cause she heard anemoi was out there, find some, get back to the city, and start remembering. And if anything got in her way she was going to beat it. With a large stick or whatever.

This was probably a stupid idea. Part of her recognized this. She didn't really care. Maybe she used to be more patient, reserved, calm, but there was only one way to find out. Which is why she was about to step into a teleporter and head out to who knew where.]

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[seeker-of-law.livejournal.com]

I feel we ought to expect them to burst forth from the fauna, not the flora. Monsters and demons are keen on hoarding such things...

[Marble-like things. Lawfer has the distinct feeling that all monsters carry marble-like things.]

[atomic-overkill.livejournal.com]

I didn't think you'd be the bloodthirsty one. [...was that rustling?]

[seeker-of-law.livejournal.com]

I thirst for law. In such a realm, order can be enforced only by purging the land of the monsters that plague it.

[That is totally rustling. Lawfer can use a halberd about as well as Salu can use a stick right now, but even so, he reacts instinctively by swinging towards the sound.]

...And the adventure begins.

[bulletserenade.livejournal.com]

[As soon as he hears the rustling, Jr. turns serious. He draws both guns and steps in front of his companions.]

Be careful.

[atomic-overkill.livejournal.com]

[Not possessing either the universe's weirdest blasters or a large pointy halberd, Salu opts to equip herself with a very large stick. It just doesn't feel right, though. She'll be fixing this shortly.

The rustling sounds like it's getting closer.]

Finally, some action.

[seeker-of-law.livejournal.com]

...If we are outclassed, the two of you must retreat to the transporter. I am the most well-defended.

[Lawfer keeps his halberd steady and his feet ready to spring.]

[bulletserenade.livejournal.com]

Like hell I will! I'm not goin' anywhere.

[Except forward, of course. Jr. doesn't get more than a few steps ahead before something swings out of the branches of the tree right in front of him and collides with his head.

After an impressive clonk, Jr. falls backward, momentarily knocked unconscious.]

[atomic-overkill.livejournal.com]

[Around the same instant that something descended Salu swung her stick in a vicious baseball stance that would've likely knocked Jr. unconscious if he were two feet taller or if that thing hadn't beaten her to it.

All she really accomplished was getting it (and the sticky strand it swung down with) stuck on her stick. It appeared to be a gigantic cocoon...? Hard as a rock. (She's got a flail now.)]

[seeker-of-law.livejournal.com]

[As Jr. is struck, Lawfer swings around rapidly in a bid to strike at the monster. Salu is quicker, with her less hefty weapon, and he stops himself before he impales either of his companions with his halberd.]

...I would not keep holding that, if I were you.

[All the same, adventure was not quite as adventurous as he had thought it would be. Lawfer will kneel beside Jr. to check for injury.]

[atomic-overkill.livejournal.com]

[After giving it a wary bounce and wiggle and being disconcerted as it stared into her soul, she followed the advice given and tossed it aside.] How's the kid?

[seeker-of-law.livejournal.com]

Alive.

[Lawfer hesitates for a moment before leaning his halberd against a nearby tree and reaching down to try and pick up the kid.]

Do we continue forward or retreat? ...A single blow taking one of us from the action does not bode well.

[bulletserenade.livejournal.com]

[Jr. moans and tries to sit up - except that he's no longer on the ground, but being carried instead. He starts to flail a bit.]

Wh... wha' happen'd.

[atomic-overkill.livejournal.com]

Maybe we should head back. [Totally ignoring the kid, at least for the moment.]

[seeker-of-law.livejournal.com]

As you say. Perhaps more thorough preparation ought to be made.

[Also ignoring the kid. If Jr. is awake, he can walk himself back to the telporter. Lawfer lets the boy slide out of his arms.]

[bulletserenade.livejournal.com]

[Jr. slides to the ground and blinks a few times before standing up. And swaying a bit.]

H-hey. No! We needta find out what hit me!

I'm not sure what we're planning, but I'm gunning for some action. Hope it's OK!

[seeker-of-law.livejournal.com]

We already found out what hit you. We also already kicked it into the bushes.

[Lawfer steadies Jr. as he picks his halberd back up again.]

Whatever creatures live in this forest, we are ill-equipped to --

[Whatever Lawfer thinks they are ill-equipped to do, he's certainly ill-equipped to prevent the spray of sticky thread from blinding him. As he opens his mouth to shout reflexively, it is quickly filled with the same substance; as he raises his hands to protect his face, they are bound by the same substance.

The creature they had thrown away stops spraying and begins to hiss in anger. ...Or was that a call to alert other denizens of the forest?]

*goes before Fel*

[atomic-overkill.livejournal.com]

Hey! [She'd go punch things, but the sudden bondage was more pressing. Especially the stuff that got into Lawfer's mouth.

The sticky substance was...well, sticky. Not easy to remove, but with a muttered...] ...shit. [...Salu proceeded to try to de-gunk his mouth. Ideally without getting her fingers stuck in the process.]

Warn me if something's trying to hit me, kid.