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camppetoskey2018-05-31 11:03 pm
INTRODUCTION
A sound wakes you up, muffled yet somehow near - the sound of a trumpet being played, from somewhere outside the building you're in. There's no fog, no headache as you greet a new day - only the confusion of being in an unfamiliar cabin, lying on top of an unfamiliar bunk bed in somewhere that is certainly not where you last closed your eyes. You're also pretty sure you weren't wearing this outfit before you somehow arrived here - so that's an uncomfortable thought. Yet, the cabin you're in is comfortable, but looking in the steamer trunks near the bunks will only result in finding normal toiletry items and sets of underwear and more of the same strange uniform. Your personal items have been stripped away - well, in the cases they're not absolutely essential for you to live.
Stepping outside, you find yourself in a very forested (and ungodly humid) area, outlooking a wide lake - there's cabins and other buildings next to yours, but the main thing that'll most likely attract attention are the three adults standing out in front of the largest building, bearing the name 'LODGE' on it in large letters. A woman, an older man, and a man in full priest garb, tooting away on a trumpet - your wakeup call, apparently. Just in front of them is a picnic table littered with markers and 'MY NAME IS' nametags.
Maybe you should go and demand some answers? Or will you just decide to explore...and try to find a way out of this weird camp?
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[His voice is quiet because he's still confused as to why the hell that spell didn't work.
Still, after a second he shakes his head.]
This is my own magic.
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[ He's just... gonna leave it open whether or not he feels any better after Mitsuru's attempt. Yeah. Hm. ]
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It didn't work, did it.
[It should have been able to heal simple bruises like this...]
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It did not. This seems to be the limit of healing.
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[Both giving and taking away...
Tch.]
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Why do through all this effort of mixing things up?
[ Obviously so they can't use anything to escape, but... why them? Why such complicated targets? }
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Think about the power they gave you. What uses can you come up with for it?
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[ Which... hm. Boa doesn't look entirely comfortable with this implication. Becoming the strongest is one thing, but he's not even aiming to be the strongest in human-to-human combat. Murdering things at a touch wasn't on his wishlist at all, but now.. Welp. ]
Clear the path, if I can get rid of plants this way, maybe?
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So, we can't hurt the guardians and we aren't allowed to escape, but we are allowed to kill... Most likely. Among other conveniences if you think creatively.
[Like the clearing plants.]
Doesn't paint a very good picture, does it?
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Not at all.
[ He thinks about it for another second, then adds: ]
I can't say I'm surprised. It's the first thing I thought when we came here, that there's always a reason for this kind of effort.
[ Not that... murder is a very good reason on its own, but there's probably more to it... ]
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[Hmph.
And on that note, he sees they are getting ready to knife Akira and... Ew.]
Some of my magic still works. I'm going to go deal with that.
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Alright. I'll go cool this arm.
[ What else is there left to do than hold his injuries in cold water and brood. ]