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Who: anyone
When: Day 126, mid- to late-afternoon
Where: outside near HQ
What: nature

[while some of you are returning back home with whatever supplies and foods you've gathered, after whatever adventures and fun were had, you may notice that there's a darker... green clinging to the side of HQ.

it looks like nature has spilled out from the unfinished fifth level and some from the cracks in the lower levels. a patch of thriving young wood is growing where the vines and moss creeps out from. not large enough to yet dominate the landscape, but growing fast, creeping toward the forests and the mountains...

do ye enter?]

((hiii, Jeva is running nature! if you want to play around as a nature thing, feel free to! I will be on IRC in #thusia and-or reachable by plurk or gchat :3))

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No. No. [saying it firmly. like she is scolding a puppy.] You go back in the bush right now. Back in the bush. [POINTS TO THE BUSH]

[you mean the wall of thin trees?]

[SCREE SCREE, goes the skunkey and then it kind of fucks off into the canopy. where it stares down at you and your pretty hair]

[well, that isn't really where she meant for you to go

but. okay.

she is going to sit here pathetically for a few moments, though. trying to think of what to do about. skunk-smell. oh noooo...]

[the smell will last about 2 days unless properly treated (good luck figuring out the treatment!)

in the meantime, enjoy the sounds of nature as you contemplate your most recent fail.]

[maybe i should go wash myself off in the river?

or maybe i should

sit here

and wonder what to do]

[keep on wondering.

don't mind at all that the small forest seems to close in on you]

[... how obviously are we talking here]

[you sure are sitting in the only cleared area.

and that skunkey sure has skedaddled.]

[s-standing. and picking that sword back up again.

whattttt is going on.]

[nothing. nothing at all.

... well.

maybe something trying to stab at you from behind.]

[SLASHES AT IT REFLEXIVELY]

[NOT COOL, MAN. NOT COOL.

there's a strange noise that's like a screaming hiss coming from the canopy--except you might want to pay attention to the other trees, I mean, legs trying to stab into you]

[oh JESUS CHRIST

WHY THIS HAPPEN

is stabbed through the leg

but still slashing. she traces another sword in her other hand, too, to help her slash like crazy]

[nope. that sharp thing that just impaled your leg will be trying to drag you over thiiiis way toward the thickest of bruses...]

[FUCK THAT cutting at the stabbing thing that impaled her]

[SCREEEEE...........

a big thing is falling from the canopy... the mossy body of an arachnid whose legs you have chopped off until it couldn't keep itself up any longer. it's only about a third of the size of its adult form, but clearly something you shouldn't risk getting nommed on by.

that specimen might have collapsed but there's still a matter of its leg being in yours and other "trees" still surrounding all exit points.]

[oh god no this is so fucked

okay new strategy

dropping these regular-ass swords

and then tracing us a caliburn aw yes]

[NOW WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT.

also, a leg going for an arm. how do you fare?]

[well

not so great, to be honest

guess we're gonna have to swing this sword and use the super whatever blast of light with our left hand

and we're not left-handed]

[SCREEEEEE--

oh. it was just the skunkey getting fried.

along with some other aracnid legs.

well then. CARRYING ON.

proceeding to drag your sorry ass over towards the foilage... :)]

[NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE

attempting to cut herself free so that she can charge through where she just blasted]

[WHY WITH YOUR MAGICAL SORCERY?!

she does manage to cleave through the leg, and again, another arachnid SCREEEEEEEEing in pain whilst she makes her escape.

meanwhile, some other arachnid legs will just be stabbing into their fallen comrade and dragging it into the undergrowth. :9]

[OKAY MAKING A FUCKING BREAK FOR IT

GOOD THING WE'RE A SHIROU SO WE CAN STILL RUN DESPITE BEING STABBED]

[FREEDOM FOR SHIROU.

MIND THE LEGS IN YOUR LEG AND ARM, OF COURSE.

OH. AND THE SMELL]