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aterat2023-08-05 08:54 pm
ask_whydunit) wrote in aterat2023-08-05 08:54 pm
Story Event - Beast of Hackney Marshes
Who; Waver and anyone! Open to all!
What; A Network Story and a Log for the event!
Where; All around Aterat!
When; Sometime in August
Warnings; None to start aside from the description of the beast, if anything happens I will add it!
Note; So I’m thinking the network could be a fun chat story time, the log for after-story experience if you want to run into him or handwave asking him to check a place out. We could mix it up and people could reach out to Waver about sightings or talk if they’re experiencing an encounter via the network, if you aren’t feeling the log! And if you'd rather just do your own thing with the beast, that's cool too. Also, if you want something personal written up, or to do something different, I’m open to anything! My plotting post is over here
Network Video - OTA
[ The feed opens up to reveal a rather severe frown and narrowed eyes. Waver’s pissed, honestly (when isn’t he at least a little, though?). He may not be a great magus, but he sure as hell knows about protecting the mind and there’s something pulling at his thoughts rather insistently.
His mouth is set firmly in an attempt to resist, but finally he huffs and finds himself acquiescing to the entity’s desire instead, despite the attempt. ]
Back when I was a boy, in… [ The wrinkle between his brows deepens slightly as he recalls the date. ] 1891, just after Christmas, I think. We were still on break, anyway. I remember one of the neighbourhood kids sharing this story they heard from someone else.
I guess there was a group playing in the snow in Hackney Marshes. Games ended pretty quickly when they got approached by something they claimed was a great beast of some kind. Guess it was big, hairy, and it started growling at them after rising up to its full height on its hind legs. They took off before it got any closer though, scared the hell out of them, understandably.
[ Glancing sideways as something flits by his peripheral vision, he frowned again before continuing. ]
Authorities investigated but didn’t really come up with anything, not that I’m surprised. Story made the rounds on the news a few times before it all seemed to get dropped. Near the end of it, theories moved away from an actual monster and to the more mundane. Theories suddenly ranged from a large dog to a bear… Or a guy in a suit pranking the kids, according to at least one report that I remember. Either way, eventually, no one believed the kids saw anything truly unnatural that day.
Of course, knowing what I do now… I would add the potential of a mage having set up a workshop in the area and their familiar getting territorial when the kids got too close to the list of theories.
But who knows? Never really thought about since, at least until today.
[ A deep, long sigh mixed with both relief and frustration escaped the mage as the tugging at his mind finally eased. ]
Dammit! I don’t know what the hell thinks it’s acceptable to muck around in people’s heads, but I guess it was too much to hope that it’d skip me. Excuse me while I try to figure out how the devil it got by my defences.
[ With a grumble and a mutter, the feed cuts off. ]
Log - OTA
Waver had known better than to hope that this would all be done with a forced story time, so he wasn’t surprised to find himself picking his way through the forested marshes after a few reports came his way over the tell-phone about encounters. Sure, this wasn’t exactly his fault... But it was his story the beast had sprung from, pulled from his own mind. As tempting as it might be, the mage wasn’t about to ignore it or let someone else clean up his mess without at least trying himself.
His shoes were not made for this soggy, uneven terrain, though... They better not get ruined by this! He’d had them for so many years now, and he’d had to replace enough clothing since arriving in this stupid place. “Why the hell couldn’t I have told a story about something nice? Like a goddamned brownie?” He muttered under his breath, wincing as he slipped on a damp rock, barely catching himself before he wiped out completely. Stupid entity with her stupid sneaky ability!
Okay, he might be more than a little salty at this point... He’d been out here for a while, though, and hadn’t seen the creature yet. One would think a large beast wouldn’t be so hard to track down! He just... Needed to see it for himself, to get an idea of how it moved and if it might have a weakness so he could figure out how to keep it from hurting anyone else. Stepping carefully towards more stable footing, Waver stopped short as he felt an unsettling chill run up his spine and the sound of something heavy trampling upon a branch behind him... It was probably a deer, or maybe a wayward chocobo. Nothing more.
Then there was a low growl and Waver cast a tense glance over his shoulder. Yup. That was the beast, partly obscured by some long grass and cat-tails waving in the breeze. It sure was big... Bigger than he expected, actually. From what could be seen, it was covered in matted, dark fur and had a snout full of decidedly sharp teeth. Definitely not a bear or a dog, but Waver supposed he could see why they were the theorized answers. If Waver had to guess, it was some kind of hybrid... Or maybe just looked like that because it was pulled out of the recesses of his mind when the story was shared earlier, created from a mental image born of his imagination as a child. Great, another reason to not like his younger self.
No time to really dwell on that though, as it reared up on its hind legs to get a better look at him with another growl and then fell back to all fours to start stalking forward slowly. “Well, damn...” escaped under his breath as he turned slightly. The mage braced his wrist and fired a warning magic shot at the creature’s feet to try to slow its rather confident approach. Once it faltered, taking a moment re-evaluate it’s current prey, the mage started moving quickly to get some space. Waver had wanted to observe it from a safe distance first, not walk up to it and say hello without a plan!
And that was how the professor ended up being stalked by the very thing he was trying to track, attempting to come up with a plan on the fly.
What; A Network Story and a Log for the event!
Where; All around Aterat!
When; Sometime in August
Warnings; None to start aside from the description of the beast, if anything happens I will add it!
Note; So I’m thinking the network could be a fun chat story time, the log for after-story experience if you want to run into him or handwave asking him to check a place out. We could mix it up and people could reach out to Waver about sightings or talk if they’re experiencing an encounter via the network, if you aren’t feeling the log! And if you'd rather just do your own thing with the beast, that's cool too. Also, if you want something personal written up, or to do something different, I’m open to anything! My plotting post is over here
Network Video - OTA
[ The feed opens up to reveal a rather severe frown and narrowed eyes. Waver’s pissed, honestly (when isn’t he at least a little, though?). He may not be a great magus, but he sure as hell knows about protecting the mind and there’s something pulling at his thoughts rather insistently.
His mouth is set firmly in an attempt to resist, but finally he huffs and finds himself acquiescing to the entity’s desire instead, despite the attempt. ]
Back when I was a boy, in… [ The wrinkle between his brows deepens slightly as he recalls the date. ] 1891, just after Christmas, I think. We were still on break, anyway. I remember one of the neighbourhood kids sharing this story they heard from someone else.
I guess there was a group playing in the snow in Hackney Marshes. Games ended pretty quickly when they got approached by something they claimed was a great beast of some kind. Guess it was big, hairy, and it started growling at them after rising up to its full height on its hind legs. They took off before it got any closer though, scared the hell out of them, understandably.
[ Glancing sideways as something flits by his peripheral vision, he frowned again before continuing. ]
Authorities investigated but didn’t really come up with anything, not that I’m surprised. Story made the rounds on the news a few times before it all seemed to get dropped. Near the end of it, theories moved away from an actual monster and to the more mundane. Theories suddenly ranged from a large dog to a bear… Or a guy in a suit pranking the kids, according to at least one report that I remember. Either way, eventually, no one believed the kids saw anything truly unnatural that day.
Of course, knowing what I do now… I would add the potential of a mage having set up a workshop in the area and their familiar getting territorial when the kids got too close to the list of theories.
But who knows? Never really thought about since, at least until today.
[ A deep, long sigh mixed with both relief and frustration escaped the mage as the tugging at his mind finally eased. ]
Dammit! I don’t know what the hell thinks it’s acceptable to muck around in people’s heads, but I guess it was too much to hope that it’d skip me. Excuse me while I try to figure out how the devil it got by my defences.
[ With a grumble and a mutter, the feed cuts off. ]
Log - OTA
Waver had known better than to hope that this would all be done with a forced story time, so he wasn’t surprised to find himself picking his way through the forested marshes after a few reports came his way over the tell-phone about encounters. Sure, this wasn’t exactly his fault... But it was his story the beast had sprung from, pulled from his own mind. As tempting as it might be, the mage wasn’t about to ignore it or let someone else clean up his mess without at least trying himself.
His shoes were not made for this soggy, uneven terrain, though... They better not get ruined by this! He’d had them for so many years now, and he’d had to replace enough clothing since arriving in this stupid place. “Why the hell couldn’t I have told a story about something nice? Like a goddamned brownie?” He muttered under his breath, wincing as he slipped on a damp rock, barely catching himself before he wiped out completely. Stupid entity with her stupid sneaky ability!
Okay, he might be more than a little salty at this point... He’d been out here for a while, though, and hadn’t seen the creature yet. One would think a large beast wouldn’t be so hard to track down! He just... Needed to see it for himself, to get an idea of how it moved and if it might have a weakness so he could figure out how to keep it from hurting anyone else. Stepping carefully towards more stable footing, Waver stopped short as he felt an unsettling chill run up his spine and the sound of something heavy trampling upon a branch behind him... It was probably a deer, or maybe a wayward chocobo. Nothing more.
Then there was a low growl and Waver cast a tense glance over his shoulder. Yup. That was the beast, partly obscured by some long grass and cat-tails waving in the breeze. It sure was big... Bigger than he expected, actually. From what could be seen, it was covered in matted, dark fur and had a snout full of decidedly sharp teeth. Definitely not a bear or a dog, but Waver supposed he could see why they were the theorized answers. If Waver had to guess, it was some kind of hybrid... Or maybe just looked like that because it was pulled out of the recesses of his mind when the story was shared earlier, created from a mental image born of his imagination as a child. Great, another reason to not like his younger self.
No time to really dwell on that though, as it reared up on its hind legs to get a better look at him with another growl and then fell back to all fours to start stalking forward slowly. “Well, damn...” escaped under his breath as he turned slightly. The mage braced his wrist and fired a warning magic shot at the creature’s feet to try to slow its rather confident approach. Once it faltered, taking a moment re-evaluate it’s current prey, the mage started moving quickly to get some space. Waver had wanted to observe it from a safe distance first, not walk up to it and say hello without a plan!
And that was how the professor ended up being stalked by the very thing he was trying to track, attempting to come up with a plan on the fly.
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"Me too," she turned to look over to the beasts remains. "That's for the flowers!" Did she need to say that to it? No. Did it make her feel kinda better? Yes. So, that was what really mattered. "Hmm, you know, it might have been kinda cute. Before running over the flowers..." and being left in the state it was....
"Then I guess I'm just a unique gardener. With an extra special green thumb." Yup, that was it. Just an ordinary special gardener with a special green thumb.
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“I dare say it won’t be a problem for your flowerbeds anymore.” He agreed with a small frown as he looked at the various features. It definitely had been an amalgamation of several animals… The question was, is it the same thing that plagued the marshes when he was a boy or was this just something born of his imagination back then, plucked out of his head by the entity that caused all this. The curiosity in him wanted to know, but given the nature of this world… It seemed unlikely that he’d get a proper answer. “Cute? Maybe if it were less intent on destruction and eating people while it was alive…” Though he sounds a bit divided himself, it’s not like the creature was at fault in the first place. It was made this way and behaved according to that. So… That was a little sad, if he had to be honest.
“I guess you are,” He agreed, if only because he didn’t know her well enough to say she was more than an ordinary ‘special gardener.’ If he knew more about what Aerith could do, he might not buy that as easily.
Deciding he’d need to deal with cleanup, rather than leave the thing lying in the middle of the woods for anyone to poke and prod at, he glanced up at the woman again. “Thank you again, for the assist. Let me know what I owe you for the damages on the garden by phone if you like.”
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"Nope! We saved them and I bet they'll be really grateful when I tell them." Did she plan on going back to seriously telling her flowers about that? Yes, she most certainly did! They would also be as excited as she was saying they would be. "Welllll, of course, the destructive part was really bad. But, I obviously meant without that." Duh! Obviously she meant without the destruction, particularly the destruction to her poor flowers.
She put her hands behind her back and swayed with a smile, content with the fact that he seemed more than willing to drop the subject about her being a special gardener. Then she nodded. "I'm glad I was able to help! And get revenge for my flowers of course." She tapped her chin and smiled. "I'll be sure to let you know what I'm owed son though!"
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So maybe ‘special gardener’ was true to some extent?
But he nodded as she continued, “Good, I’ll be expecting your call then.” And he would, because generally people always did eventually… It just depended on what they decided they were owed and how immediate that might be.
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