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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2017 5:59 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2017 7:09 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2017 7:13 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2017 8:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2017 10:33 pm
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. Round 5: Let's Split Up, Gang! .
Sides heaving, you regroup. The storm of bats was bat news indeed; you weren't really prepared for something like bat, and in the aftermath of the chiropteran onslaught, your party has become discombobulated. Nobody's hurt, so you can be thankful for bat at least- but in the chaos, you realize you're not quite sure where you're bat anymore- and more importantly, there's some faces missing.
This... is bat. Bad. Your group looks substantially smaller, and Skirmish isn't there anymore. Uh-oh. She must have wound up with the rest of the group as you separated in the shuffle. A few phonies try calling for their friends, but all you hear is the wind getting louder and the night noises. Sound doesn't seem to carry well out here. But you came out here to hunt cryptids, and by gosh that's what you're gonna do. So as you dust yourself off and pick yourself up, you prepare to soldier on with what's left of your group.
If you chose A or D, you're in Group 1
If you chose B or C, you're in Group 2
Group 1: At first, the charging phonies moved individually, but you ended up in a stampede. Oh, the perils of herd mentality! Nervously, you shuffle together as a group, quietly taking a headcount and thinking about what to do next. You tell yourself it's all ok- it's still Phonyland, these woods shouldn't be that dangerous- but strange things have happened here, and you find yourself aware of just how little you know. Unless you're Fire Flight, whose night just got so much more complicated.
And then somebody spots it. You're not quite sure who points it out first, but it's... strange. It's a cairn- a small pile of rocks that doesn't for an instant look like it's there naturally. The stones are smooth, but far enough from the water that they aren't some kind of deposit- and an arrow chalked on one proves it. Somebody put this here. But why?
As you ponder it, something rustles in the trees. Perhaps it's the wind- but then you spot... something out of the corner of your eye. A dark shadow flits above your heads- or maybe at your eye level- you're not sure where the shape ended and the darkness began. You're not even sure what you really saw, other than a quick glint of light and the impression of movement. One thing's certain- it's heading in the opposite direction of the arrow on the stone.
You know you should all stick together at this point- but where should you go?
We should... A: Follow the arrow! B: Follow the shadowy shape. C: Move out in a spiral and see what lies in both directions. D: Stay put and see if the shadow comes back.
Group 2: You hold your position as some of your group flees- while you call to stop them, they don't hear you. When things quiet down, you pick yourselves up and take a headcount. Unconsciously, you huddle closer together, trying to tamp down the uneasiness you feel. After all, the woods are just trees- and the trees are just wood- but you are afraid. The unknown is scary, and this is definitely the unknown.
Taking stock, you consider what you don't have. You don't have a path. You don't have a guide. You don't hear your missing friends. But you do hear a noise- a strange, new noise. Crashing noises in the underbrush- and a strange glow in the distance. It's faint and winks in and out, but it's there. There's also a strange... hum? Something mechanical?
What's that doing out here in the woods?
You need to make a decision, before the bats come back.
We should... A: Head towards the noises. B: Head in the exact opposite direction of those noises. C: Try to figure out where the others went. D: Try to find the campsite again.
Please bold your choice at the top of your post and don't forget the RP!
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Scaramouche Fandango Crew
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2017 11:08 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2017 11:26 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2017 12:17 am
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Group 1- A) Follow the Arrow
As the running herd bolted away, something crept up to Torchwood and suddenly he was faced with another pair of eyes glancing back at him. He took a deep breath, was this it?! The creature? As his eyes adjusted, the unicorn realized that it was just another phony, yet this one was new and seemed rather scared.
Torchwood listened to the ramblings and mantra. “Bats? Yeah, they’re pretty harmless unless you are a bug. And fires, they are safe most of the time, as long as you keep watch. Just don’t play with fire.” Always on the job, Torchwood’s life as a forest fire ranger was never really done. He shed his sleeping bag like an old skin and rolled it back up now that the threat of being pooped on seemed to have passed.
Upon regrouping, Torchwood did take it upon himself to count out who was there. Himself and his 3 cohorts from earlier, plus several new phonies he had not had the chance to get to know better.
Upon seeing the towering rock structure and arrow, Torchwood reasoned out why it’d be there. “You know, that’s just the kind of thing hikers’ use to mark trails.” Then the shadow, what was that? Ghost? The creature they were after or just a bird flying in the night?
As much as Torchwood wanted to investigate the shadow, he felt pity for the grey phony who seemed scared despite what he said. “ I’m sure if someone were to follow the arrow, you’d wind up in a safe place at the end. The night is dark and full of all of sorts of things. “ The unicorn gave a little sigh, the shadow intrigued him but he was genuinely concerned about the safety of others. If he could take someone to a safe place, he’d feel accomplished. Not to mention he trusted that an experienced adventurer like Labyrinth would be capable in the dark with whoever followed her. “I’ll walk that way with anyone that wants the company.”
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2017 12:37 am
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D: Stay put and see if the shadow comes back.
Banshee huddled close to the group as they came to terms with being split up from the others, their friends lost somewhere behind them in the dark. She wasn't scared, simply concerned, and a little distressed that she’d lost her chance to find her poor lost soul. That fear was short lived, as clues appeared, the stone cairn and the shadowy form flitting away into the trees.
Almost immediately the group began to split up again, Labyrinth running off one way, Torchwood another. Fright Night had yet to decide and she shared a smile with him, as well as any of the young foals who probably shouldn't be lost in the woods looking for monsters.
Banshee wasn’t sure what to do. She walked in circles for a moment, giving a soft, distressed hum, and then sat down heavily on the spot in front of the cairn. It would come back. The shadow would know she was trying to help and would return, and she would be waiting for it.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2017 3:00 am
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