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TDM #10 - Wither and Bloom [First Edition]

Pumpkin Hollow Gazette: Spring Issue

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Pumpkin Hollow Gazette

12/13/24 | TDM #10 - Wither and Bloom [First Edition]
Spring Pokémon Types - Grass, Fairy, Ground, Bug, Normal

WELCOME TO PUMPKIN HOLLOW

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

The crop for which the town is named.

Greetings, Hollowites, old and new! We are pleased to bring you yet another riveting issue of the Pumpkin Hollow Gazette. Or perhaps this is your very first one?

For nearly two years now, the mysterious ferryman has brought new and interesting faces across seas and stars and dimensional planes to reach our fair island. Since then, our community has grown larger and infinitely more interesting--- and we’re glad you’re joining us! Just in time for the weather to be just lovely.

This time of year tends to be a bit lighter on town-wide events due to this being a vitally busy time for our local agriculture industry, but we urge you to get involved with planting season and spend some time in nature. Who knows? You might even catch sight of our goddess of Land and Spring if you spend enough time among plants! Just don’t look into the trees--- they look back.

We invite you, as with all those who came before you, to enjoy your stay at the Oak & Iron tavern inn while you settle in. Please stop by Town Hall to discuss opportunities for work and more permanent housing! All newcomers get 100 Brass in their pocket upon arrival as well, so we encourage you to take advantage of this as well. Reach out to your neighbors for help if you need it, and don’t forget to pick up your copy of the Pumpkin Hollow Gazette whenever you need the local news!

SPRING WEATHER REPORT

By Phil Connors

The image?

The breeze will make your clothes smell great!

Start dusting those homes and beating those blankets! The days are getting longer, and with it, the winds are getting warmer. Spring is here! We’ll see some days that are still chilly and windy, but the more warm and temperate phases will get more common later in the season. We’re also entering the rainy period, meaning flowers are springing out of the ground and we’ll be seeing some very beautiful sunrises on misty mornings. Color is coming back to the isle, the frogs are in the rivers, and the insects and lambs are in the fields. It’s a good season to be outside.

Which means it’s also a good season to do laundry! Join us for our Community Laundry Day, where we all do our much-needed chores together and hang-dry our laundry in the warm and breezy weather! Join us on the green for some team washing. Water provided. Bring your own tubs, soap, and of course, clothes!

COMMUNITY EVENTS KEEP TOWN LIVELY ALL SPRING

By Timothy Stoker

The image?

The gazebo in town square, beside the festival green, is the place to be this season.

Legend has it that this time last year, a packed ferry arrived with a mass influx of offworlders, and an emergency potluck dinner was held to welcome the crowd. Now, this reporter wasn’t here just yet when that happened, but stories tell of a gathering of epic culinary proportions that heralded a new age of prosperity for Pumpkin Hollow. Sounds like something worth celebrating! Now that the weather has turned lovely once more (as elaborated on above by our own Phil Connors), the town has decided to celebrate the anniversary of the newly dubbed “Harbor Day” by revisiting that potluck idea. Drop by the Temple of Sacred Roots every other Friday from now until June to sample the cuisine of your new neighbors and local businesses. New residents need only bring themselves!

Also, in the spirit of spring cleaning, residents will also be selling or giving away their old items every weekend, weather permitting, in a series of mass yard sales. Some of our more modern residents supplied the term “yard crawl” for the event, which was deemed to be fitting. So come out on Saturday and Sunday mornings and afternoons to see what useful used items you can take off your neighbors’ hands! It’s a great way for new residents to decorate their new homes cheaply and get some new clothes.

And finally, on Wednesday evenings the Festival Green will be hosting “Swift Social” events (to be held in the Oak & Iron in the event of rain). A reimagining of last year’s popular charity speed dating event, this new Swift Social is expanded to include individuals seeking platonic relationships as well--- though that doesn’t mean romance is off the menu! The 10 Brass will be used to support the town’s medical community and the Autumn Leaves Dormitory House for Young Residents. So come out and make a friend or meet someone cute--- it’s for charity!

Fearsome Fae Antics Cause Town-Wide Trouble

By Melanie King

The image?

Up to no good, probably.

Things have been getting tricksy around town as, apparently, the fae population are staging the prank war to end all prank wars—or so local experts are telling us. If, like this reporter, you thought you were just having terrible luck with forgetting where you put things down or waking up with horrible bedhead, surprise! You've actually been caught in the crossfire of the fairies' games and may be entitled to financial compensation. (Not really. That's a joke.)

It looks like their antics are escalating significantly over time from harmless inconveniences to active dangers, so beware of any unusual sounds, behaviours or visual phenomenon you may encounter. Alluring or pleading voices from the woods, ghostly lights, critters acting oddly—if it's out of the ordinary, think twice. Or it might be the last time you think at all (at least, until tomorrow morning).

Fiendish Floral Figures Take Root Around Town

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

How eerie!

Spring is a time of year characterized by new life and by fresh floral blooms. It’s said that the land is Serranai’s canvas, and flowers are her paint. There is no debating that watching the Spring goddess’s artistry come to life in her season of power is an activity beloved by all! However, the Department of Supernatural Affairs is currently investigating some strangely behaved plant life.

While sightings have been somewhat rare, locals have been reporting eerie structures made out of flowering vines or woven flower stems that take the shape of hollowed out humanoid silhouettes. The poses seem to indicate motion and appear capable of springing to life at any moment, but the strange figures never seem to actually move --- at least, not that anyone has actually seen. However, many have cited that upon looking away from the figures and looking back, they appear to be closer. Those who have had direct contact with these floral armatures of people are also reporting some kind of ongoing allergic reaction from the encounter. Symptoms include severe shortness of breath, unpleasant itching that feels like it is coming from beneath the skin, and intense bouts of emotion which vary from person to person.

The Pumpkin Hollow Board of Safety is currently investigating long-term effects of contact with these beings and advises residents to avoid them. They seem highly resilient to fire, impact, and tearing, and while cutting with a sharp implement seems to have some success, it’s inadvisable to get close enough to the things to use such tools in the first place. Local alchemist Aeryn Sallek and local non-magical chemist Sally Boyle are currently working together to develop an herbicidal blend that is safe for human skin contact and potentially consumption to try and deal with the flowery menaces, which the Board of Safety has begun calling “Hanahilators”. But don’t let the name frighten you--- steering clear of these freaky floral followers should be a more than sufficient safety measure until the threat can be dealt with. Probably, anyway!

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Further Details...


Yard Crawl

Participate in the Yard Crawl as either a buyer, a seller, or both! When you take on a job in Pumpkin Hollow, you are supplied with permanent housing outside the Oak & Iron as part of your start-up kit, and most of them are full of old and worn furniture and clothes left behind when they were abandoned. Get rid of some of it or find something new at the Spring Yard Crawl! Plus, some of the native residents will also be selling or giving away their own old things.

Here’s how the Brass shakes out:

  • Buyers can spend 50 Brass and get a haul of their choice of used or free clothing, furniture, or small decorative items. All of it will be of decent to low quality and relatively unremarkable design, so nothing extravagant. (Although a lone exciting knick knack could be considered passable!) Reminder that newcomers are given their first stipend of 100B upon arrival, so new characters are welcome to participate--- you’ll just need to mark that on your ledger if/when you app in. Ask for help if you have questions about this!

  • Sellers can make 50B off of their participation but must make a toplevel. Only apped-in characters that are not Laggards can participate as a Seller.

  • Those who are both buying and selling end up with a net zero of Brass, but all the aforementioned rules apply!

  • Transactions related to the Yard Crawl can be applied to a character’s ledger three times --- once per month for the duration of this TDM!



Swift Social

Under the Swift Social toplevel posted from the mod account, join the fun by posting a starter with the provided code to create a profile card! Then comment on someone else’s starter with one of the following icebreaker questions to get started:
Which would be more surprising to see on your doorstep, a unicorn or a walrus?
If you could commit any crime with no consequences, what would it be?
If you were caught in a trap and the only way to escape from it with your life was to do something genuinely impressive, what would be your approach?
If you had to live on only one food for the rest of your life, what would you choose?
If you were held at knife point and instructed by your assailant that you must call someone on their sending stone, and if they do not answer, you die, who would you call?
Which would be most frightening to encounter in a dark alley: a ghost, an alien, or a horse?
If you could have any wish granted for you, no matter how big or small, what would it be? (Cannot ask for more wishes, that’s cheating!)
What’s a subject that you could confidently teach an hour-long class on with no preparation?
If you could instantly become an expert in any skill, what would you choose?
Make your own!
Be advised that you must post a comment with your profile card so that any Swift Social partners you have can reference it for your age and preferences.


Fae Pranks

It’s a fairy prank war! A few of the local fae courts are using Marrow Isle as their battle ground, since the demons made it trendy. They’re mostly out to prank each other--- but they’re also happy to practice their tricks on you! And fairies have some very odd ideas about boundaries when it comes to pranks. Here’s a few examples of some of the tricks you might encounter, ranging from silly to genuinely dangerous:

  • A truly outrageous amounts of butterflies

  • Sightings of Edwin the Headless Postman, a Dullahan (this is a played character that a mod will tag out with, please leave an OOC note if you’d like to opt out)

  • Will-o-wisps that lead you in circles or into danger

  • Fae dance parties that will have you dancing yourself to death!

  • Missing objects

  • Mysteriously spoiled milk

  • Your hair got braided or extra tangled while you were asleep

  • Weird sounds in Prague Mill after dark. Is it haunted?

  • Strange women crying in the forest or by the Bluffs, but when you approach them to try and help, you find yourself suddenly in life-threatening danger!

  • Create your own! Have fun with it, get spooky or goofy as you see fit.


Floral Fiends [cw: body horror, death]

Loosely inspired by the Hanahaki disease and the film Annihilation, Hanahilators are uncanny figures made out of flowers that move when they are not being watched. If they catch you, they will grab you, but seemingly have no interest in harming you as they will relent as soon as they’ve touched you.

However, once you have pollen on you, the effects begin to take hold, and flowers begin growing within your body, first in your lungs and then pushing into the rest of you. These parasitic blooms feed off of your strong emotions and are influenced by the emotions which define you. (Feel free to use the Victorian flower language to determine what kinds of flowers you get!) Once strong enough, the vines begin feeding on your body, destroying it and leaving behind a brand new Hanahilator. But don’t worry, you’ll be back to your old self tomorrow, so enjoy the opportunity to explore the island as a ghost! Apped in characters should remember to fill out a Death Certificate! It’s a relatively rare encounter, so don’t worry about running into one if you don’t want to.


Pokémon

Each season, new types of Pokémon can be found in nature around the island! They cannot be captured as the technology does not exist on Marrow Isle, but they can be befriended and kept as pets. Since there is no PC, each person can have no more than six. You can befriend any Pokémon whose primary type matches the list at the top of the newspaper. (Eevee can be caught in any season.) Legendaries are off limits for obvious reasons, and mythicals can be encountered for fun but not kept! Evolutionary stones can be found in Paradesium, the magical subterranean jungle beneath the mountain to the North. Every type will be available at some point throughout the year, so if you don’t have access to your fave yet, check back next season!

liesdontfindyou: (pb; errr)

[personal profile] liesdontfindyou 2025-05-12 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)

That brings a wry sort of smile back to her lips for a moment, head drooping and bobbing with an empty laugh. Now wouldn't that be nice.

"I used to throw food out onto the balcony for these weird little— marsupial-cat things that treated the city like a weird forest? Does that count? They were pretty cute. Probably a bit unique, though."

skeletonkeay: (smirky)

[personal profile] skeletonkeay 2025-05-13 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Alright. I'll find something to trade ya," he agrees, taking the shirt. He seems unfazed by her silence.

Then she hands the book back. "Thanks. Started doodling on long bus rides and plane flights and just got good at it, I guess. Maybe if you ever sit still long enough, I'll draw you properly."
cyansoldier: (smile3)

[personal profile] cyansoldier 2025-05-13 03:39 am (UTC)(link)

"Yeah? Does this mean I get to pick through your wardrobe?" Another dry delivery, impossible to know whether she's serious or not. Carolina isn't sure she knows, either. Still, she runs with it. "Better be worthwhile."

Travel, he says. She wonders what that must have been like. If he traveled alone. If he didn't. Wonders how a person prepares himself to meet horrors head-on and decides that maybe it isn't so different than gearing up for battle.

Different enemies, different horror, same sweaty palms and adrenaline spikes. Apparitions and aliens. She imagines his pre-battle rituals. The odd little things he must do the morning-of, lest his whole day of monster questing be thrown off.

Carolina eyes their dye barrel across the green.

"I can try."

elvaquerito: (uh oh)

[personal profile] elvaquerito 2025-05-13 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh yeah, we had cowboys," Pokey says delightedly, swinging their feet from the rafters. "I like King because I think she's smart, and kind, and really cool. She's someone I really admire. I think she has really important things to say, that help a lot of people, and I really want to be like her in that regard. Plus she kinda was the reason I figured out that I wanted to be masculine in the way that a girl is masculine, if that makes sense? But also yeah the cowboy thing is extremely cool."

Just as Pokey finishes their thought, however, a little scratching sound can be heard. It's probably inconsequential to Patty, with how quiet it is, but Pokey perks up immediately and draws a finger to their lips in a silent "shh." Something's here.
2onostromo: (ripsmile)

[personal profile] 2onostromo 2025-05-13 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)

"Very useful."

Gaeta's wryness coaxes a playfulness from her that simply hadn't been present before. Tensions high, nightmares echoing in the back corners of each person's mind— there was no room for it. It isn't Gaeta who'd brought a Synthetic into her dream, she reminds herself. He's like you. Like many of the Spacers.

Something lifts in her.

"Glad to know someone pulled the stick out of your ass. Don't mention it. You couldn't control who came in or how it happened. Neither could I— and still I wish you hadn't had to see that, so I get it."

Then, teetering on the edge of should and should not, she says, "And, ah, if you ever want to... Talk... about any of that, I'm happy to listen. I have a feeling I'll know exactly what you mean. Just an offer."

not_a_traitor: (come in lost soul)

[personal profile] not_a_traitor 2025-05-14 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Close enough." He presses the pads of his fingertips to his eyes, uttering another not-quite laugh. "Frak. Could've used a few dreams about that instead of..."

Well. Instead of.
not_a_traitor: (tanks and tags; half-smile)

[personal profile] not_a_traitor 2025-05-14 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
The laugh, this time, is much closer to a snort -- and much louder. She sounds like three-quarters of Galactica's crew right then; only a mutiny managed to shake Gaeta's reputation as an uptight rules-and-regs lawyer. Ripley doesn't need to know (yet) that's what finally dislodged the aforementioned stick.

The rest, though...

One corner of his mouth lifts, though it's not quite a smile. "You might have to get a few drinks in me first," he says. "But... maybe. Yeah. I suspect we've got more than space travel in common, too. And in the meantime -- "

His smile straightens out as he pats his satchel. "Thanks for the rock."
coolhatluvr: (Default)

[personal profile] coolhatluvr 2025-05-14 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Eep!" For a moment there Patty had been so caught up in the elation of learning more about her darling joyfriend that she completely forgot they were on stakeout. She claps her hands over her mouth, peering down at the door. But she hasn't forgotten any of that, and she's totally going to ask Pokey to tell her more about cowboys and the bayou and masculine girls later <3

For now, though, they've got a fairy to catch! ...So what does a fairy even look like, anyway?
liesdontfindyou: (pb; deep breath)

[personal profile] liesdontfindyou 2025-05-14 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)

"Yeah," CT breathes. Instead of. "...in some ways I think we're— lucky, that it didn't blend the two of them together slightly differently. If that had been Texas..."

Things would have ended differently. Whether it was worse or just a different kind of the same level of terrible depends, but it'd definitely have been different.

"She was one of the Eights, wasn't she?"

incomingchoppers: (please don't kill me sir)

[personal profile] incomingchoppers 2025-05-15 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
He hears the curling whisper of her thoughts first, the amused derision at its edges, and almost pipes up with an indignant hey! He succeeds at plenty, thank you. Just 'cause the rest of his senses aren't as good as his ears doesn't mean he --

And then he hears the rest of what she's thinking, and freezes to the spot among the copse of apple trees.

His eyes lock on hers. Mouth dry, he swallows hard. Backs up one step, then another, too aware of just how far she's led him off the path. How she's looking at him with a hunger she didn't even really show the deer she was chasing after.

Oh, he thinks faintly, I'm such an idiot.

Maybe he can scream for Dahlia? Or somebody else? Unless, it turns out, somebody screams for him first. Radar's head whips around to the other voice shouting in the distance -- the same voice as the Carolina in front of him, except at a level of mad that's way more familiar and real.

So quick he barely realizes he's done it, Radar hauls in a breath like Colonel Blake just asked the mess tent to pipe down and hollers at the top of his lungs --

"HELP!!"

cyansoldier: (worried)

[personal profile] cyansoldier 2025-05-15 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)

Radar's cry for help hits her ears like a plasma grenade, and it's as though a flip has been switched. Alert now— more than before (like she's just touched down with squad in back of Pelican, guns at the ready)— Carolina squares away the direction of the noise and bursts forward, indignant rage the fuel that now drives her.

That idiot.

"Hold on!"

Trees and bushes whip past her vision. Blurs of green and brown. Faster faster faster— she'd be faster if she had her Speed Unit but she doesn't— doesn't need it, can do just fine on her own. No excuses.

It's the most focused she's felt in ages.



"Why all the noise?"

White wings beat imitation words, the edge of what looks like a person becoming harder and harder to discern. Impossible to know whether the rippling under its skin is a trick of light or insect legs, antennas and thoraxes gesticulating in their attempt to maintain the costume.

The face twists and pulls, splinters and becomes whole again. Its eyes, which had once been Carolina's green, now empty sockets in a wrong face. Its mouth, a toothless tear. Orange light flickers in these black, empty orifices. Hunger.

What moves toward Radar now is not the body of a woman, but a swarm.

not_a_traitor: (that's not good.)

[personal profile] not_a_traitor 2025-05-15 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
His throat cinches, as if to close off the words before they can escape. Even now, after everything CT saw and heard in their shared nightmare, he has such trouble saying it aloud. Gaeta focuses on a point several feet in front of his shoes as he crosses his arms tight.

(Hopefully, that means CT won't see his hands trembling.)

"Yes." Very low. "She didn't have an individual name. Not that she told me. But I recognized her eventually." He wets his lips. "We worked together on New Caprica when I started passing information to the resistance."
blindwatchersees: (Default)

[personal profile] blindwatchersees 2025-05-16 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
“It’s time. Time, and madness,” he explains, in a suddenly much-more-subdued voice.

“And the god of time is mad. Deeply, profoundly mad.”
liesdontfindyou: (pb; oh geez)

[personal profile] liesdontfindyou 2025-05-16 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)

"That's what she meant. When she just... kept talking." All that damn talking, worming her way under their skin. Death tolls and misplaced trust.

You kill the ones your enemy values.

thelongquiet: (hurt)

[personal profile] thelongquiet 2025-05-16 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
The hand that shuts his mouth isn't resisted, even if it does, for but a moment, jolt him into clarity, eyes wider. Breathing through his nose is a challenge, but he tries. Each breath bubbles with blood and pollen, no matter how hard he tries to force air out, to clean the passages.

Try as she might--- god, the effort this stranger's put in for him--- he cannot make it to the tree.

Knees buckle under their weight. Feathers and hollow bones have never felt quite so impossibly heavy before.

He sinks, and rasps apologies, beak cracked open just enough to let the words escape.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."
2onostromo: (ripscared)

[personal profile] 2onostromo 2025-05-16 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)

This isn't going to work.

As if on cue, the giant, feathered creature collapses. Ripley yelps, folding under its weight, sliding onto her knees and sinking down, down, down in some attempt to make his fall less cumbersome as blood continues to gurgle from plugged nostrils. She frees his beak from her grip to place it elsewhere. First to prop his chest up, then to wiggle herself out from under him.

She feels dizzy. Isn't sure if it's the rotten scent of honey and flowers or the gigantic (albeit harmless, as far as she can tell), inhuman thing she's now meant to handle. It isn't so alien as to make her flee straight out of the gate. She'll handle it. Poor thing.

It sits, a crumpled, rigid thing in front of her. Still bleeding, still spewing flowers.

Hurriedly, she frees a rag from her work belt and settles between his knees. Ignores— for what else is she supposed to do?— the strange, noxious feeling blooming in her own chest.

Ripley wipes the blood from his beak. It doesn't solve the issue, of course, but it's... something.

This creature is going to die.

"It's okay. It's okay. Just try and settle. It'll be over soon."

thelongquiet: (peeks around wing)

[personal profile] thelongquiet 2025-05-17 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
There's a long moment where Oleander simply stares, as the commotion carries on and on, unheard by the world except for the two of them.

[VOICE OF THE HERO:]
Oh, so he can--- he's a special sort of fellow! That's less stressful, right?

[VOICE OF THE STUBBORN:]
Hardly. We need to do something about him. We ought to---

[VOICE OF THE BROKEN:]
He'll tell everyone that we're wrong. We deserve that, we---

[VOICE OF THE PARANOID:]
They already look at us so strangely, all it will take is one word and they'll---


Until, all of a sudden, it's shut to silence.

[VOICE OF THE COLD:]
Quiet. All of you. Don't muck this up for us.


One blink, then two, and Oleander seems to come back to reality, pulled out of the ocean of noise abruptly. He hesitates, looking over the defensive hug around himself that this poor man's gone into. He should seize the opportunity, and tentatively, he offers a hand to shake.

"Oleander," he answers, softly. The energy of his mind sits on edge, like a crowd leering over a railing, but the buzzing ceases for the moment, at the very least. "Oleander will do."

A beat. He'd been asked a question, hadn't he?

"Oh! And I---"

[VOICE OF THE OPPORTUNIST:]
Don't say broke into her house. That never sounds good.


Another short beat, picking words.

"Met her, on my first day in town."
elvaquerito: (oh nooo)

[personal profile] elvaquerito 2025-05-17 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, there are lots of types of fairy. In this particular case, the critter in question is what is called a hobbe. Short and squat with a sort of block-shaped body where the division between head, neck, and shoulders is unclear. Its grey-pink skin is sparsely covered with eggshell-colored fur, and its wide, expressive mouth takes up almost all the lower half of its face, and its pointed ears are huge, but its flat, scrunched nose and beady dark eyes take up very little real estate. With short legs, knobby knees, and arms so long that they drag behind the thing, it begins lumbering through the mill, turning all the equipment on to process flour from wheat.

The little fellow then hops onto a stool and begins using his huge hands to turn a wheel crank, working on milling a smaller, manual batch of corn meal. From this angle, his back is visible, and a pair of insectoid wings can be seen catching the thin strands of lights coming in from the windows still.

He also appears to be wearing Pokey's spare pair of boots that went missing from the apartment.
incomingchoppers: (do you copy sir)

[personal profile] incomingchoppers 2025-05-17 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"You broke into her house?" Radar blurts out -- then, quickly again, "Sorry, I shouldn't've said that. I'm..." He swallows. "You don't gotta worry about me telling people. Promise. Sometimes I mix things up, thinkin' someone said a thing out loud and not just in their head, but, but anything you tell me or anything I hear that's you, I won't say anything. Sir."

Just as cautiously, he extends his hand to meet Oleander's.

"Oleander." And, quieter, "Sometimes people think I'm wrong too. Not here, though. Nobody has."
incomingchoppers: (OH FUCK SIR)

[personal profile] incomingchoppers 2025-05-17 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh no oh no Radar wants to say a whole lotta things that would have his mom washing his mouth out with soap if she heard --

So he screams instead, as shrill as when Carolina pointed her gun at him, and books it.

As he sprints, he starts waving his hands around wildly like he's trying to scoop something out of the air, sputtering between gasps for breath, "Voco -- voco -- oh, come on, please, voco -- " It's the only spell he knows, but it's better than nothing. A ghostly hand pops into existence around his fifth or sixth try; immediately, it zooms to scoop a handful of rocks off the ground and starts trying to chuck them at the swarm.

...Okay, maybe it's not better than nothing, but it makes Radar feel a little better as he crashes through the underbrush.
not_a_traitor: (come in lost soul)

[personal profile] not_a_traitor 2025-05-18 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
He nods. The chill in his stomach blossoms, raising goosebumps. Gaeta digs his nails into his palms to try and stop it.

"We were stranded on a Raptor together," he says. Bare facts. If he keeps it to nothing more than that, he might get through this. "About fifteen months after the occupation. She killed everyone else on board. Then she told me that a list of names I'd given her, of, of people she told me she could get out of detention -- "

His voice shivers in the cold.

"She killed them all, too."
cyansoldier: (angy)

[personal profile] cyansoldier 2025-05-18 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)

A shrill scream and 'voco, voco, voco'

Carolina shoves a branch out of her face and growls. It splinters, snaps and flies somewhere behind her. She feels alive. Alive. Alive enough, she hopes, to see that Radar also walks out of this mostly intact. She can do this.

I hear you, you twerp. Hold on.

Rocks ping off tree trunks and disappear into the lush green. What lucky few make contact with the swarm are acknowledged not by pain, but with cruel, unfettered laughter. Winged insect corpses lay like bland confetti on the ground. A perfect trail for Carolina to follow.

They're crushed beneath her boots.

She can see both the swarm and Radar between the swarm, in narrow windows where inspect wings pull apart or crumple against flying rocks. One stone thwacks her in the forehead. Asshole!

"HEY!"

The weightless conglomerate slows, turns in a rotation of curling filaments. At its center, where eyes glow and ripped-paper mouth yawns open, is a solid, glowing orb. Something tangible.

"Yeah, that's right! Over here!"

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[personal profile] xiaoxiuya 2025-05-19 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
"It really depends on..well, honestly, it really depends on what kind of story you're being told," he says with a laugh. "It's not impossible for a demonic cultivator to do heroic things, but they tend to be more of a grim and brooding anti-hero than one of the Superman types, if you'll permit the comparison. Part of that is social stigma, but it also has to do with the ways spiritual energy and demonic energy interact with the human body. Most of a righteous cultivator's energy is yang, which is regulated by a certain degree of practiced calm and detachment -- but resentful energy is mostly yin, and if not carefully regulated it can lead to feelings of depression and unchecked aggression."

Shen Qingqiu's having fun explaining all this! Even before it became a relevant part of his daily life he was passionate about stories, and fantasy has always been his favorite genre. Watch out Leon, ask about elemental roots and he'll keep you here all day.

"To make matters worse, most people trying to use resentful energy to heroic ends only turned to it in the first place because they were already in dire straits. I once read a story about a righteous cultivator who secretly had his golden core transferred to his adoptive brother, because the brother's core had been destroyed in a war...the first cultivator began experimenting with resentful energy techniques in order to conceal his lack of cultivation, which worked in the short term, but in the long term nearly everyone in their society stopped trusting him."
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[personal profile] coolhatluvr 2025-05-19 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Patty stifles a gasp, nudging Pokey to make sure they saw the boots. This must be the fairy that tried to ruin their domestic bliss! Ohh, she's ready to jump down there and give him a piece of her mind.

But she hangs back for a moment, giving Pokey a questioning look. What's it going to be, galpal? Are they going to try talking to the guy, or jump him first and then try talking?

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