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lifenet2018-05-15 12:11 pm
crosslaced) wrote in lifenet2018-05-15 12:11 pm
rock message --> stone broadcasts [mingle]
Ziziphus is dangerous.
In a previous meeting Ignis mentioned moving vines, ones that seem to be getting more and more predatory. Two of us (the blonde and his handsome partner) are going through the forest on the 15th (tomorrow) and attempt to find the source of it. We might as well try to spring this trap before it comes down on us, get a look at what we're dealing with. I'll broadcast what we find through the stones. If we don't return, you know why.
[And as promised, on the morning of the 15th there is a public message from a certain blonde as they head onto the island. A few hours later, there's another one.]
Right, we're heading into the forest now. Nothing’s amiss just yet.
[Another hour later: the broadcast is completely silent aside from his voice, without the usual background noise of greenery or birdsong. He's whispering.]
Hello? Listen up, we've found something. It's about a couple of miles inward from where the ambient noise dies out. It smells of rot here, the trees are all dying. I don't see-
[the indistinct murmur of Damen saying something.]
-ah fuck- The vines are here. They’re everywhere. We should- better if we turn back, I'll shoot a flare at it on the way out.
[Silence, for a while. Then, there is the sound of something bursting out of the ground-]
What the- Go, go go-
[More and more of that sound, and a crescendo of a thousand vines slithering free, and anything else Laurent might have said is drowned out. The next few minutes until the broadcast cuts off is the rasping, the slow undulating rasping of the island waking up.]
In a previous meeting Ignis mentioned moving vines, ones that seem to be getting more and more predatory. Two of us (the blonde and his handsome partner) are going through the forest on the 15th (tomorrow) and attempt to find the source of it. We might as well try to spring this trap before it comes down on us, get a look at what we're dealing with. I'll broadcast what we find through the stones. If we don't return, you know why.
[And as promised, on the morning of the 15th there is a public message from a certain blonde as they head onto the island. A few hours later, there's another one.]
Right, we're heading into the forest now. Nothing’s amiss just yet.
[Another hour later: the broadcast is completely silent aside from his voice, without the usual background noise of greenery or birdsong. He's whispering.]
Hello? Listen up, we've found something. It's about a couple of miles inward from where the ambient noise dies out. It smells of rot here, the trees are all dying. I don't see-
[the indistinct murmur of Damen saying something.]
-ah fuck- The vines are here. They’re everywhere. We should- better if we turn back, I'll shoot a flare at it on the way out.
[Silence, for a while. Then, there is the sound of something bursting out of the ground-]
What the- Go, go go-
[More and more of that sound, and a crescendo of a thousand vines slithering free, and anything else Laurent might have said is drowned out. The next few minutes until the broadcast cuts off is the rasping, the slow undulating rasping of the island waking up.]