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pedalbike2020-09-18 07:11 pm
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2nd Event: Choices We Make
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Not all characters (known as Wickie, singular or Wickies, plural) arrive at the same time, surprisingly enough! That’s life for you. Some Wickies find their way to the island at a pivotal (or very mundane) point in their life, or even after or during their death.
Wickies who were standing or walking often find themselves entering the town South Sister, located on Lighthouse Isle, through an open doorway. Those that were laying down, or sleeping, tend to be found lying prone in beds, bathtubs, showers, couches, and similar places within the cottages on Cottage Row. There’s no rhyme or reason to it all! To Wickies familiar with the era, they will realize that everything looks as if it’s come from the ‘90s.
The house which a Wickie finds themselves within could already be occupied. This includes walking into a fellow Wicke, waking up in the same location, or accidentally scaring a room full of people with their sudden appearance.
Oops.
C-C-Changes
Thankfully the fog has gone down to what it was before, a slow creeping crawl over the ground. And too, the monsters of before are gone, leaving the town much like it was before. Well...close to what it was before.
For now the season's have changed, from a lingering summer to a cooler fall.
There’s new foods to try, even if some things like lattes cause people to slip into warm boots and tie up their hair, and soups make people curl up under blankets on the couch. And it also means decorations of all sorts, made of the leaves from the forest, orange, yellow and red things and...we can not forget...
Pumpkin overflow
Pumpkins! They're everywhere. Wickies will find pumpkins infused into all sorts of things, like coffee, ice cream, even spaghetti options! It's wild.
There’s also many jack o'lanterns. They have been placed everywhere in town, outside homes, and even small ones have been made into table decorations. The Jack o lanterns have very cheerful faces, and seem to watch Wickies every single move.
That is, until a Wickie bashes or otherwise abuses a pumpkin. That's when it changes- there seem to be more of them. Their expressions change to that of anger, sadness and disgust. None of them attack- yet. But their faces become more and more horrifying, as they follow the Wickie more and more- outside of the bathroom perhaps, or found on top of them as the Wickie wakes up in the middle of the night.
It shouldn't matter right? They're only pumpkins.
What a ride
Funny enough, with the pumpkin invasion, there also comes a dull colored horse wandering about the island. Its head is drooped, and it looks depressed and lonely. The horse is tame on approach and will accept pats and treats, even from those who are obviously not human.
But it also wants something, for all that it seems to be begging for attention. It wants someone to ride them, seems to even be begging for it with its big eyes. The horse will help Wickies to figure out how to mount; it will even stand beside the Town Center benches, rocks, or even go down in order to make it possible for the Wickie to get onto the horse’s back.
That’s when it changes. The Wickie is immediately wrapped in chains from their barrel to the Wickie’s waist. The horse turns a coal black and the Wickie’s clothing changes into that of a soldier's uniform, with a hand either holding a whip modeled after a human spine, or a jack o'lantern.
The Wickie cannot get off the horse on their own, no matter how much they struggle. As the horse moves throughout the town, they will go anywhere from a walk to a full canter, seemingly impervious to any magic or physical attacks. The same cannot be said for their unfortunate rider.
If the rider is hit, or simply in pain, the Wickie will feel an impulse that grows and grows until they scream a name of someone in town, someone they know.
And the named will drop, paralyzed. Paralyzed wickie are likely to die within minutes, more so if they are too close to horse and rider. The horse will happily trample anyone on the ground to death.
Even without the impulse, should the Wickie rider use anyone’s name, that person will drop, paralyzed, and unable to breathe.
There is only one way to possibly save the rider: scatter golden objects in their path. The horse will shriek, and promptly buck the rider off, before running away. Just make sure to catch the rider, or at least cushion their fall: they have no way of saving themselves until they hit the ground.
Heart game: confession
Current residents of the island may remember this particular beeping alert, and how it doesn’t go away, no matter what they do! That is, unless they open up the Heart Game, and answer the question.
Welcome back everyone! It’s so good to see you again! Now let’s play that game, Confession! And the question isssssss…
How do you celebrate the changing seasons! Don't be shy!
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[ Well. So much for that idea. Seeing as their dinner plans are out the window, Hide nudges her portion of pumpkin well out of the way for later disposal. ]
That answers my question. Maybe you should sit down for a while...
[ She'd offer to get a glass of water, but. Faucets and plumbing? What's that? ]
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You're not even gonna try it?
[He holds onto the edge of the sink because the room is spinning, and maybe he should sit down, but he's not going to. There are other demonic pumpkins to deal with.]
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I've lost my appetite.
[ Jiro's reaction is compelling evidence that eating some herself is possibly a bad idea. Is she hungry? Yes. Hungry enough to risk puking her guts out too? Nope.
But since he heroically stepped up as the experimental guinea pig, it's the least she can do to grab one of the kitchen chairs and noisily drag it over for him. ]
Sit. I mean it. The last thing I need is having you crack your head open on the way to the floor.
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[He does anyway, but that deserved a protest. She's not his mom.]
Told you we should have fried it.
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...you still want to try eating this stuff? Really?
[ It's not like she's gonna stop him if he insists (and might even help just out of morbid curiosity), but BRUH. C'mon now. Jiro's not going to get any sympathy if he winds up super hella sick all over again. ]
There's such a thing as "picking your battles", you know.
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[He was just being argumentative and bitchy, and now that he's had to clarify that, it just looks petty.]
Anyway, we've established they're... evil.
[Which did not require a taste test.]
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[ You bet your ass it looks petty. She won't say it, but that eyebrow raise kind of does the job anyway.
Hide leans against the counter - still pointedly ignoring the steady 'thump'ing of the veggie mob pounding against the glass outside.
This kid's starting to remind her of Mataza a little. Is that a good thing? Ehhh..... ]
What's your name?
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[The pumpkins are relentless, but the glass has yet to crack. If they're demons, they're not very powerful, just unpalatable.]
My name's Jiro. Jiro Azuma.
[Did people have surnames in the 1600s? He doesn't know.]
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Respect your elders you bratty child!!!]Jiro the pumpkin eater, huh. [ Does it count if said pumpkin didn't stay down? Eh. Close enough. ] Well. It's nice to meet you, for what it's worth.
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[Which is his version of "it's nice to meet you too".]
You gonna tell me your name or do I have to make one up?
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[ Short and to the point, as usual. At least she didn't pull her dagger on him like she does for everyone else? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]
So... 400 years. You were serious about that?
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Yep. It's 2017. Was where I came from anyway.
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[ Still kinda skeptical. That explains the weird house structure and all the completely alien trimmings though, so she can't really ramp up the doubt too much.
The pumpkins are still there. Waiting. But now there's so many more of them, piled high enough to block the window completely. ]
Persistent, aren't they? Someone should do something about them.
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[He taps on it and they throw themselves against the window harder.]
Wanna smash 'em?
[They're right there, waiting, begging to be destroyed.]
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There's a long, pregnant silence while Hide glances between the grinning pumpkin faces blotting out the light and the hothead teen she's been stuck with. ]
...yeah, all right. All the noise is getting irritating.
[ Sword practice. That's her excuse and she's sticking to it. ]
You armed?
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[He's just going to punch their faces in, maybe kick a few. First, he flips them off again, though. Gotta get them riled up and such.]
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Your funeral.
[ Some lessons clearly need to be learned the hard way. She'd have loaned him a sword if he asked!
Buuuut since Jiro seems dead set on going all Yakuza street punk on the local pumpkin patch, she'll keep that thought to herself and push off the counter to saunter to the front door and collect her blades on the way.
And as expected, a pumpkin immediately topples off the roof the moment she opens the door (and sidesteps), splattering messily all over the ground instead of cracking her head open. ]
Come on, then. Lets get this over with.
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Who's next!?
[He didn't even kill that one, but he still counts it as a win for them. A few of the pumpkins turn in unison, glaring menacingly. He points at them, and then runs over to pummel them.]
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[ Aaaand he's already gone. Welp.
Hide scrubs her face with her palm, reluctantly following his lead at a much more sedate pace.
A pace that immediately picks up once the pumpkin pile starts levitating. It doesn't take a genius to anticipate they're about to be pelted with pumpkins - the first of which she intercepts in midair before it has a chance to sock either of them in the face. ]
Starting to think punching them might not be enough!
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It's enough!
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[ Well okei then. Consider her schooled on the finer points of punching things.
While that cat ears do rate a double-take, she wisely decides to keep further comments to herself and focus on doing her best HASSAN CHOP salad blender impression, sending bits and pieces of diced pumpkin sailing every which way.
This might actually end up being a somewhat enjoyable experience after all. Who knew? ]
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Nice moves.
[It doesn't exactly like a compliment, but more of reluctant admittance. The pumpkin horde loses numbers pretty fast, and it's becoming a battlefield covered with stringy innards and seeds.]
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Never seen that before. [ Cue offhanded gesture towards the crater he's smashed into the ground, which coincidentally flicks most of the pumpkin goo off her sword. Style points. ] Should I even ask where you got that kind of strength?
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Here's the deal...
[Even though they've been anti-demon regarding the pumpkins here...]
So, I got possessed by demon. This is... his power. I'm just kinda stuck with it right now.
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[ Now she's intrigued. Any more incoming pumpkins will get dealt with on autopilot while Hide sates her curiosity. ]
Unless it's the demon I've been talking to since the beginning.
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