Anya was getting desperate. She could literally feel time slipping away from her as she wandered the vines, trying to find a way to freedom, back to her body.
It wasn't long till she found a dining room, grand and glorious... with rotting food set upon the elaborate long table. On the table were some scattered pages. She knelt and picked one up. It was almost a child's tale asking why it was alive... before going on an eating binge. Why was this here?
The now slimmer vine ghost of a girl wandered about; why was there a dining room here? Had this once existed in real life? Or was it all part of this odd fog and vine mess?
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1: You see the ripped page of a picture book and it reads as the following:
Page 1: There once was a serpent and it was very lonely. "Why was I created?", the serpent asked itself. "For what reason do I exist?" It had no understanding of beginning nor end, and because of it it developed a terrible hunger. It ate the sun and moon and everything in the sky.
Shaun explored on his own, creeping along the walls and floor as a mass of vines, sometimes impishly humanoid, other times just... vines. He was enjoying the mutability of his form, playing with it to turn himself into what he would have liked to call 'performance art'.
He slithered into a new room and re formed, ready to explore. It appeared to be a dining room, of some sort, and he remembered how hungry he had been for most of his life... for, well, the last month or so. He'd been a ravenous teenager, forced to live off of bland rations (made only slightly better when he was the one making them, though he would argue that it was that slight difference that made all the difference in the infected and blaaah world). But he didn't need to eat, now.
A flicker of a page: It fluttered towards the ground, recently disturbed, and Shaun caught it in a vine, coiling the vine back to himself to investigate it. “... huh.” he said, turning it over and over before laying it on the table. The lonely serpent – it made him feel odd. The feelings were just so familiar, after all. Hadn't he asked, once, why he was born? His mother, he remembered, had never given him an answer. He hadn't reacted so destructively – breaking and entering wasnt the same as eating the sky, but...
his tendrils found another page, just like it. “And eventually the gods...” his voice trailed off, and he visibly flinched. “Yikes, and I thought my jail sentence was harsh.” Actually, it was pretty fair, considering he would have probably got out on good behavior... Would have. He put the pieces of the storybook delicately on the table, sending other tendrils out towards what appeared to be another vine shape.
“Hello!” he greeted, always happy for company, “I'm Shaun, who are you?”
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You see the ripped page of a picture book and it reads as the following:
Page 2: Eventually the gods took notice of this serpent and sliced it into thousands of pieces. It did not die, but simply writhed as every part of it was released. As time passed, all the pieces eventually gathered together again, but where it was severed there would be thick wounds, forever bleeding green.
HP: 50/50 Weapon: Fishing Rod 2d6-2
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Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction:Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Normal Shaun Vine Shaun Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
Vine Shaun is what you would expect – slender and vine-y with very little mass. Even as this, he is a show off, highly social, and more than a little dramatic...
Anyas form was just a slim skeleton of vines, she'd lost too many trying to get out to really have much shape. Her nerves were already destroyed by all that had happened and now having her body be an infected running around with out.. her made them even more frayed.
So seeing some weird vines wander towards her made her flinch back, automatically trying to back away and find some defense place. Its.. his words didn't help at all. Must be from the prison; was he trustable?
"..Anya...." She said as her eyes noted more of the story.. it was the end of it... It rather matched what was happening here didn't it?
"These.. pages. Are they a clue?" She mumbled to herself.
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4. You see the ripped page of a picture book and it reads as the following:
Page 4: The serpent was thankful, and blessed upon those few humans its gift of knowledge and the hunger for the beginning and the end. At last, having returned to it's original glory, it parted upon them one final knowledge, when it is time to accept their own end for another beginning. It was then that the serpent consumed itself, and while it's shape was that of a serpent, it's form was that of a concept. From the concept, there was nothing left but the leaves and branches, which began new life of its own.
“Anya! That's a really pretty name!” Shaun approached, briefly inspecting the page – it sounded like a happy ending, at least, but considering how much the end resembled what they were doing now, it was more like one of those weird stories where the ending wasn't as happy as it seemed, and was actually super dark and creepy and very much not the sort of stories that Shaun had wanted as a young child. Not that his ma ever read him much along the lines of stories, and the stories he'd heard were all the pretty saccharine ones. But, sometimes, when waiting to assist with a heist or a break in, he'd heard the other kind. The sad kind.
“Maybe.” he said, putting it with the rest – there seemed to be a gap between the ones he'd found and this one – maybe more of the story, “Lets find the other pages, and see for ourselves!”
HP: 50/50 Weapon: Fishing Rod 2d6-2
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Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction:Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Normal Shaun Vine Shaun Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
Vine Shaun is what you would expect – slender and vine-y with very little mass. Even as this, he is a show off, highly social, and more than a little dramatic...
Anya gave the stranger called Shaun a look... hard to see because she was all vines but maybe he'd get the idea. How was he so happy? They were about to all be consumed and their bodies sent out to infect the world! But she didn't say it out loud; who was she to take away someones last happiness? Or maybe he was just broken by what had happened.
"Um.... it seems like the serpent ate the world... and then ate it again? So strange.... Its more of a vine thing than snake like.. but vines are like snakes right?" She responded as she began to move about, looking for more pages. She found page 2... but she already knew what it said. "I wonder why it wants to eat the world..."
Shaun made a few of his vines wiggle a little. “Yeah, they kind of are!” he said, thoughtfully, “But you know what's more like snakes? Roots. Because its not the vines that do the eating, right? It's the roots? Or do I have that completely backwards, somehow... I didn't get very much of a plant education.” he admitted. Though he was pretty sure that plants ate with their leaves and roots...
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Consumed by hunger again, the serpent wandered the world. Whatever it ate would immediately come out of its gashed sides. The oceans and lands ran thick with green, and the humans took pity on the serpent, offering eventually to fill its wounds with leaves and branches.
“Aha!” he found the page and put it together. Page 1... 2... 3... 4... and if 4 was the end... “Oh, hey, that's the last one.” Well, the story made about as much sense as anything else in this place – that is, in a way that he didn't quite grasp (but it totally did). “Maybe now we'll find out why...”
He read the story through now, vines arranged thoughtfully, swaying as he murmured the words half out loud. “So... it wants to eat the world because it was born hungry and it has nothing else to eat? So, like, the people that made it cripple it so it can't eat, er... well... can't be full, so it's sad...” He 'frowned', the vines drooping slightly. It sounded so familiar, and not in a good way. “But then people see that it's suffering and offer to stop the gaps up so that it can be full, so it gets full, and then it eats itself because there's nothing left to eat? Or... uh... nothing that it wants? I guess its a picky snake?” he patted the pages flat, “And then... I guess it leaves the people that helped it a gift. A concept, or something like that...”
He wiggled his vines amiably at her, a thorny grin on his 'face' “So, how'd I do?” he asked, playfully. What faction was Anya, anyway? He couldn't tell, and really it didn't matter.
The vine skeleton shook its 'head'. "Sounds more like it ate and ate then got punished... Then recovered and decided to take over and make a new world. Your story sounds very happy.. but if you think of what the .. voices said. In the vines. It gave us infection.. it will make us a part of something bigger.. does that not line up with what this story says."
It sent chills down her back. Maybe this was the.. Creation things version. Like sorta leaving brainwashing items around? So that they would stop fighting back?
"I don't think its a nice entity." She said softly; "I think is just wants to consume us all."
Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 6:11 pm
robot kitten
“Sure, thats a way to look at it.” said Shaun. Really, he preferred his version, but that was the funny thing about stories, wasn't it? You could see them from so many angles... “And, I mean, my version isn't that happy. Gifts are kinda double edged, aren't they?” he arranged the pages into a neat pile, tapping them against the table to straighten them out. “But you know, I don't think its mean, you know? It wants us all, but I... don't think it understands that it was hurting us?” Shaun didn't know how to put it. “It's not mean or nice. Creation is... uh...” what was the sense that he had gotten, just before he had spooled out into himself, “Unfinished. Not full, yet.” he said.
“I'm going to take a wild guess here...” he said, his vines bending into a quizzical shape, “But you really, really, really don't want to be a part of creation, do you?”
"No." Anya answered flatly. She knew that, knew it through ever fiber of her... well... memories and vines. "It took my body from me. It wants to consume me. Everything that makes me me." Her vines started to writhe unhappily.
"Maybe it started this whole infection thing! I think it did. If that's the case... why would I want to be part of whatever destroyed my world? A thing that just wants to eat so it can be a 'greater good'?" Her voice raised. She was seriously stressed out about it; all this time she'd been fighitng to survive and now here, at the end of 7 days she was going to be eaten by some thing that had delusions of god-hood or what ever!
Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 9:02 pm
robot kitten
“You're probably right, it probably did, and it does, and it will. Yeah.” Shaun said, shrugging his vines. She was pretty passionate about it, wow. That was a lot of passion, right there... passionate upset. “Hey, but really, it can't be all that bad, can it?” he said, knowing he was making a mistake – but what did it matter? “I'm looking forward to that, but nevermind that, I guess. If you really want out, I don't mind helping you, why not?” he laughed, “There's probably a way out, somewhere.”
