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ioduanlogs2019-02-06 06:23 pm
redlightgreenlight) wrote in ioduanlogs2019-02-06 06:23 pm
TO THE WATERS AND THE WILD
Characters: All
Date: February 7th-16th
Location: Throughout Aifaran
Situation: The Dreaming has unleashed Fairy Tales upon the city, and those sensitive to the Dreaming are playing them out.
Warnings/Rating: In Headers
Once upon a time, on a world where the planes collide, an extraordinary group of people were brought together to protect a place they didn’t call home. They waged war against a faceless enemy, and many people died, but using the power of the Third Plane, called the Dreaming, they finally defeated him. But not all was saved, for the magic that summoned them began to break down, and tears between the three planes brought new calamities, causing the Last Great Turtle to go between them in order to save his world, leaving behind only his offspring to protect the people who remained.
Over five hundred years passed, and the Planes did not calm, wreaking havoc on the world, tearing it apart and putting it back together. A coalition of peoples, all except one, came together with the now grown hatchlings to form a new nation, a nation of all shapes and sizes, all beliefs and deep magics. They learned to live with the movements of the Planes, showing great fortitude even as the heroes from other lands continued to appear and disappear, as is the nature of the Dreaming. For a time, things seemed to be at peace. But all peace is fragile, and the nation has unknown enemies far greater than those of old. Now the heroes must rise to unlock the newly woken mysteries unfolding before them.
So it began as all stories do, with heroes, a quest, and an enemy, how it ends is up to you…but until then, here is a little gift of tales and stories from your own worlds. Some roles have been reversed of course. A princess is now a prince, a king is now a queen, and since females can be thieves too, well, there’s some fun to be had. Then there’s the story about stories, a journey far away, shapeshifters, and a strange fascination with monsters and men. Maidens in towers, lost shoes, and mermaids. I have many stories, each with roles for you to play. So I hope you enjoy them. Perhaps they will offer some inspiration.
Date: February 7th-16th
Location: Throughout Aifaran
Situation: The Dreaming has unleashed Fairy Tales upon the city, and those sensitive to the Dreaming are playing them out.
Warnings/Rating: In Headers
Once upon a time, on a world where the planes collide, an extraordinary group of people were brought together to protect a place they didn’t call home. They waged war against a faceless enemy, and many people died, but using the power of the Third Plane, called the Dreaming, they finally defeated him. But not all was saved, for the magic that summoned them began to break down, and tears between the three planes brought new calamities, causing the Last Great Turtle to go between them in order to save his world, leaving behind only his offspring to protect the people who remained.
Over five hundred years passed, and the Planes did not calm, wreaking havoc on the world, tearing it apart and putting it back together. A coalition of peoples, all except one, came together with the now grown hatchlings to form a new nation, a nation of all shapes and sizes, all beliefs and deep magics. They learned to live with the movements of the Planes, showing great fortitude even as the heroes from other lands continued to appear and disappear, as is the nature of the Dreaming. For a time, things seemed to be at peace. But all peace is fragile, and the nation has unknown enemies far greater than those of old. Now the heroes must rise to unlock the newly woken mysteries unfolding before them.
So it began as all stories do, with heroes, a quest, and an enemy, how it ends is up to you…but until then, here is a little gift of tales and stories from your own worlds. Some roles have been reversed of course. A princess is now a prince, a king is now a queen, and since females can be thieves too, well, there’s some fun to be had. Then there’s the story about stories, a journey far away, shapeshifters, and a strange fascination with monsters and men. Maidens in towers, lost shoes, and mermaids. I have many stories, each with roles for you to play. So I hope you enjoy them. Perhaps they will offer some inspiration.
A Girl in Search of a Frying Pan | OTA, Pepper
The day starts normally for Sheena. Wake up, shower, dress (without shoes, though), have breakfast, feed the animals, but as the morning goes on, she starts to feel a pressure in her head. Not exactly a headache, but like there was a great weight being put on it.
Great, just what she needs: a pressure headache. Which really is no wonder with everything that's been going on and the lack of sleep accompanying it lately. Of course, she has nothing for a headache, and making that the first thing to do today, she steps out (still shoeless, as though it's totally normal for her) and closes the door. Or attempts to, as it decides to be difficult this morning.
Giving one final, hard yank, she manages, and takes one step before crying out in surprise as she's suddenly jerked back by the hair. She turns quickly, expecting to see a person, but finds that her own hair--which has grown considerably--is stuck in the door.
"Now, how the did that happen?"
Her tone doesn't make it clear if she's talking about the sudden hair growth or the trapping of said hair in the door--either way, she may need some help here.
[ Damsel in Distress?: Pepper ]
Oh, she's in trouble now.
After getting her hair free and finally being able to move about, Sheena had resumed her morning tasks. Normally, this would involve getting art supplies, as the dreary weather has been urging her to paint something sunny and light, but things weren't exactly plentiful in that regard.
Instead, she opted to give everyone an encouraging smile, hoping they hadn't lost their dreams in the storm and flooding as she offered them help with whatever they needed.
One person, however, didn't find too much encouragement in her smile. Instead, it made him angry.
"What're you laughing at? I oughtta wipe that smile right off your face."
Despite her attempt to be encouraging, Sheena is still Sheena, and her anger is quick to come to the surface.
"I wasn't laughing at you, you idiot! I was trying to see if you needed any help! It's called 'being friendly'! maybe you should try it some time!"
Yeah, he doesn't like that too much, either--and neither do a couple of his friends. As they start approaching her, she knows she's in trouble, but her hair makes it almost impossible for her to use the skills her Grandpa had taught her. Intending to keep them away from others, she continues backing up, letting them follow her until she feels safe enough to use her cards and not create a panic.
Suddenly, she feels a wall to her back and her hand drops down...
...on to a discarded frying pan.
"What...?" she asks, confused, as she begins to feel that this is right.
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Her superiors would probably be more upset if she didn't manage to wrangle the bad guys by mostly-legal means anyway, but more and more the spirit of teenage vigilantism is roaring it's head. Looters and thieves are leaping on the advantage of damage from the storm to take yet more from people who have lost so much already. They're using suffering for their own gain, and she won't stand for it.
She's up on the roof scouting when she hears a disagreement beginning below, and a voice of someone she knows. Creeping to the edge, Pepper recognizes Sheena - albeit with very long hair - being backed into a wall. The redhead doesn't wait to act, reaching for her deck and her dueling gauntlet. The first card she draws is perfect, and Pepper draws on her Shadow magic with a fierce grin.
"I summon Achacha Archer, sign of attack!"
In a whirl of shadow, an armored archer appears between Sheena and the men threatening her. Immediately, the archer fires a flaming arrow at one of the men. It's a warning shot, catching clothing rather than flesh; the creature's target will suffer some slight burns, but nothing they won't recover from if they put it out quickly. The archer draws an other arrow and holds.
"Cornering a lady? You should know better," Pepper scoffs from above.
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So, to be safe, she tumbles out of the way as the arrow flies, narrowly missing getting burned herself as the target dances around, trying to put out the fire.
Rising, she shakes her head. "Oh, for the love of... Stop moving around! It'll only make things worse!"
Whether they listen or not, she has no idea, because brandishing the frying pan as a weapon, she looks up again and shakes her head.
"Thanks for the help, Pepper, but I'm no lady." A pause. "Would you like to join me down here, however?" She asks sweetly before turning to the men again, who are starting to regroup. "Because I don't think they've figured it out yet."