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revivalproject2022-08-15 07:13 pm
tyrants_son) wrote in revivalproject2022-08-15 07:13 pm
Beat Your Plowshares Into Swords and Your Pruning Hooks Into Spears
WHO: Lord Felwinter and yooou
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: Never send a warlord to do a gardener's job
WHEN: During event
WARNINGS: N/A
I. Pruning
Whatever's happened in their absence, it's an annoying setback. Clearly it's more than a case of overgrown weeds.
Stepping outside of the hangar, the warlord looks almost distastefully out at the transformed landscape. His hand curls into a fist before he forces it to loosen. No, he'd have to go about this more cautiously or he'd wear himself out.
"The Agrii were foolish to have us leave everything behind," he says lowly. Yet he's unsure what good any weapon that he currently possesses would do, but he'd still feel better having something.
Without looking back, he begins to step right into the midst of the overgrowth. He'll rip things apart by his hands if he has to, if it'll help to keep the hangar entrance clear for others. Carving a way back to the city and more importantly, the security tower, will likely take more creativity.
II. Trimming the Hedges
Night falls, and not all is peaceful. He can see the movement below, the strange plantlike creatures that prowl. He's unsure who else has become aware of these things, but then that's what brings him out along the rooftops. It's not something he needs to do, even though Tony's words come back to him like some unbidden mantra, but he wants to. Plants cannot stop metal, nor can they stand against fire and void. He has no great designs to think that he alone can drive away these invasive growths, but if he can whittle them away or keep someone from falling prey to these particularly threatening plantlife, then that is good enough for him.
III. Connect the Blocks, La-la-la-la
"I've seen this before..."
As much as he disliked troubling the Exo Hunter for something more suitable than a sidearm, Felwinter hated feeling indebted to him. Or maybe it was the grin that the other always wore whenever he came to ask about a weapon, an expression that came enviably easy to the Exo's face.
Just as quickly as the look of surprise when Felwinter took up the strange bit of painted stone that the Hunter had there on a table. There might have been some strange sense of pleasure in wiping the smug look off of his face, but his thoughts are mostly elsewhere.
His hand closes tightly around it, and he's out the window without another word even after Cayde's "HEY!", greatcoat fluttering after him as he drifts from the old clocktower and to the ground below.
"Who else has these," Felwinter asks himself, allowing himself another look at the piece before he begins to move onward.
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: Never send a warlord to do a gardener's job
WHEN: During event
WARNINGS: N/A
I. Pruning
Whatever's happened in their absence, it's an annoying setback. Clearly it's more than a case of overgrown weeds.
Stepping outside of the hangar, the warlord looks almost distastefully out at the transformed landscape. His hand curls into a fist before he forces it to loosen. No, he'd have to go about this more cautiously or he'd wear himself out.
"The Agrii were foolish to have us leave everything behind," he says lowly. Yet he's unsure what good any weapon that he currently possesses would do, but he'd still feel better having something.
Without looking back, he begins to step right into the midst of the overgrowth. He'll rip things apart by his hands if he has to, if it'll help to keep the hangar entrance clear for others. Carving a way back to the city and more importantly, the security tower, will likely take more creativity.
II. Trimming the Hedges
Night falls, and not all is peaceful. He can see the movement below, the strange plantlike creatures that prowl. He's unsure who else has become aware of these things, but then that's what brings him out along the rooftops. It's not something he needs to do, even though Tony's words come back to him like some unbidden mantra, but he wants to. Plants cannot stop metal, nor can they stand against fire and void. He has no great designs to think that he alone can drive away these invasive growths, but if he can whittle them away or keep someone from falling prey to these particularly threatening plantlife, then that is good enough for him.
III. Connect the Blocks, La-la-la-la
"I've seen this before..."
As much as he disliked troubling the Exo Hunter for something more suitable than a sidearm, Felwinter hated feeling indebted to him. Or maybe it was the grin that the other always wore whenever he came to ask about a weapon, an expression that came enviably easy to the Exo's face.
Just as quickly as the look of surprise when Felwinter took up the strange bit of painted stone that the Hunter had there on a table. There might have been some strange sense of pleasure in wiping the smug look off of his face, but his thoughts are mostly elsewhere.
His hand closes tightly around it, and he's out the window without another word even after Cayde's "HEY!", greatcoat fluttering after him as he drifts from the old clocktower and to the ground below.
"Who else has these," Felwinter asks himself, allowing himself another look at the piece before he begins to move onward.
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"No." The Darkness and its offerings had not yet been discovered. "There is only Solar, Void, and Arc. Admittedly I do not make use of the latter."
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"Arc... I suppose my supposition there would be electrical magic?"
HE doesn't know of course, but he continues their advance.
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Ice shattered like glass as his fist once again connected with the frozen plants. They still had a ways to go, and the thought that there was so much more of it to deal with in the city itself was not very encouraging.
"...we'll need to figure out what has caused all this."
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For a moment he looks back over his shoulder. They're actually doing pretty well at moving. He wasn't expecting that. Yes, it's not as much as he'd want, but it's still impressive.
"In all my time here, nothing has grown this fast. It's suspicious."
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Felwinter nodded his agreement then. "I don't recall this happening the previous summer. It does not seem like something that could occur so naturally in such a span of time. We have been gone a while, but not nearly long enough to permit this much growth."
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"It did not," Reeve agreed, and he sounded unnerved by it. "I've never seen such a thing anywhere I have been. Which means we've reached new trouble. Perhaps this world lives on cycles of course. There are plants like that in my world. Triannuals and the like."
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"Either way, it must be stopped. It may very well do so on its own, but not before causing us much trouble."
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Would their luck hold?
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Was this the Atroma attacking them? Was it just an inherent threat of this world? If it was, why hadn't the Agrii told them?
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Felwinter had his own questions but had a feeling no one would be able to answer them. Unanswered questions weren't going to help them immediately, so he shook his head, reserving his focus for this current task at hand.
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ANd that was all that really mattered for Reeve. Maybe then they'll find answers.