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crittersheep) wrote2023-09-08 03:11 pm
crittersheep) wrote2023-09-08 03:11 pm
[THISTLE]
[you find yourself whisked away to. . . a small clearing in the midst of a misty wooded area. it is the dead of night, with the moon and stars shining brightly above you. the shadows between the trees broil at you menacingly– it's a different kind of threat than the mist in the woods of the pasture]
[also: you are now dressed as little red riding hood, only in your team colors. yes, this applies to everyone. you also have a cute little wicker basket with (fake) food in it. Enjoy!]
[the new Weed's voice echoes above, as though spoken through a P.A. system]
The night was dark. . . and in the sky, the moon glimmered brightly, like a silver eye watching the world below slumber peacefully.
And yet, at this hour, Little Purple Thistle-- a young adventurer residing with their siblings on the edge of the Great Woods– found themselves lost between the trees. For you see, earlier that day Little Purple Thistle had received notice that their grandmother was very, very ill. Fearful for their grandmother's well being, Little Purple Thistle packed up a basket of food and donned their signature cloak, ready to venture into the darkness to care for their beloved matriarch.
But the path to grandmother's house is fraught with danger. Because lurking in these woods, ready to pounce upon the first sign of prey, are creatures of indescribable horribleness. . .
And Little Purple Thistle's adventure is only just beginning.
[also: you are now dressed as little red riding hood, only in your team colors. yes, this applies to everyone. you also have a cute little wicker basket with (fake) food in it. Enjoy!]
[the new Weed's voice echoes above, as though spoken through a P.A. system]
The night was dark. . . and in the sky, the moon glimmered brightly, like a silver eye watching the world below slumber peacefully.
And yet, at this hour, Little Purple Thistle-- a young adventurer residing with their siblings on the edge of the Great Woods– found themselves lost between the trees. For you see, earlier that day Little Purple Thistle had received notice that their grandmother was very, very ill. Fearful for their grandmother's well being, Little Purple Thistle packed up a basket of food and donned their signature cloak, ready to venture into the darkness to care for their beloved matriarch.
But the path to grandmother's house is fraught with danger. Because lurking in these woods, ready to pounce upon the first sign of prey, are creatures of indescribable horribleness. . .
And Little Purple Thistle's adventure is only just beginning.
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Don't pull it out, you'll bleed out before the game is over! Leave it there and we'll-
[He does not finish his sentence. Because that arm he's holding out suddenly crushes in on itself.]
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[. . . those are, naturally, the first thoughts that pour into Lupin's brain, unable to pass his artificially shut lips as he stumbles to the side, bracing himself up against a tree. he hisses in pain, fingers curling around the arrow, prepared to pull it out but not doing so just yet]
[. . . AND THEN ODIN HAPPENS]
[HE MAKES A STRANGLED NOISE IN ODIN'S DIRECTION?? it could be his name, but it's hard to tell]
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But now he's clutching his arm with his non-broken one and screaming for like a second or so.]
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...not gonna help much here. But maybe we can take care of your leg.
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[But fine, he'll hold still.
Except Yata is biting him now whoops goodbye.]
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[OH MY GOD]
[OKAY ARM LATER, YATA NOW??? HOW DO YOU RESTRAIN A GHOST THAT IS FALLING APART?]
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[He does seem to be taking the pain relatively well, but that might raise more questions.]
Just punch me a few times when we're outta this, alright?