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Shellception posted:"The nearest section of forest to his house is just a couple streets away from it" she says. "But the usual forest paths are here and here" She traces two lines on the map with a ballpoint pen, not bothering to ask for permission. "We can't know exactly where he went, but he probably took the southernmost, the one closer to home. Easier to go back with a handful of lumber from there" "Has anyone found his truck? That'd at least tell us where he went into the forest. Heck, if he's got.. trees..? Lumber..? Stuff in it, that would give us an idea how long he was in there before he got spooked, or whatever." Seeing everyone getting up and ready to leave, Randy eyes the nearby cafe wistfully. "Anyone want coffee? I'd kill for a cup, and I can get some and meet up with you all if you tell me where we're headed next?"
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To Hendrick You inspect the scene with such concentration that you zone out a bit. Patterns, patterns... they are always there, even if they are not obvious to most people. They aren't obvious to you either in this specific moment, frustratingly enough. Your work pays off, however, as you notice some nearly imperceptible lines on the ground. Mostly you can see the specific way some broken branches and fallen leaves are oriented - they are surprisingly aligned, as if something had slid on top of them, dragging them slightly with its movement. You take out your compass and check the direction of the lines. They go roughly in the south/southeast direction, not straight up inside the forest, but it you were to follow them, you'd end up going into the deeper part. As you relax and smile slightly to yourself, your mind sends you another, slightly urgent, message: "There are A LOT of lines here, aren't there...?" To Simon You crouch down to inspect the marks on the mud, feeling your heart beat slightly faster. Being on the hunt again triggers something inside you. It's not happyness, that's not it, but it's a vague sense of... excitement? Maybe? You quickly realize something is amiss. All the marks in the ground point in the same direction, but they also look like they came from a pair of shoes - probably the victim's. Whatever was chasing him didn't leave a single mark on the ground. Looking up, you see that there is definitely a trail of broken branches and torn leaves. It's hard to see, but it's there. Recognizing the signals of a chase, you go a bit further in, before turning back and seeing Hendrick stare straight at you.
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To Nia Fear. Your mind slides effortlessly into the remains of what was, what, two days ago? The trail is still fresh, and you follow it down. Fear overpowers everything, like a slightly suffocating blanket draped over your head. You force yourself to continue. There is an intense, pervasive moist smell - you'd think it's the forest, but it's not just it. It smells like fresh rain and cut grass, but it's so strong it's overpowering all your other senses. The past posted:Tendrils everywhere. Holding you down. Can't move. You need to get out. It's pulling you inside it, it's... With a small scream, you break your trance, gasping for air, and look around trying to re-orient yourself.
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Connor Nia, Hendrick and Henry practically burst from the van once Simon parks along the shoulder, and they move past the DO NOT CROSS police tape. Connor follows along taking care not to mar what could be undiscovered evidence. Watching Henry and Nia with marked interest, Connor sees them each preparing their communing with mystical forces. If given the opportunity ask Henry what those items he uses do... He tries to observe without being caught - they obviously both know he works for the DPRC, it's not a secret, but he wants to maintain a good working relationship with both while also mentally noting anything worth sharing with his boss. (the timeskip happens here where Nia, Hendrick and Faust relay their knowledge...) Connor absorbs the information from his other teammates and tries to think back to his previous missions over the years, has he experienced this type of creature before? Investigate Mystery - What sort of creature is it?: 2d6+1 5 Nope!
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Simon Simon snorts at Hendrick telling him to hush, smirking as he waits for the other man to finish what he's doing. Imagine telling a mute guy to be quiet. Nia's shout snaps Simon back into attention. Surely she must have seen something. But he has no time to check on her before Hendrick glances at him in the hopes of gleaning more knowledge. Pointing upward, Simon shows him the signs of the chase. There's a trail here, he indicates, then taps the ground with his foot and shakes his head. No footprints. Whoever—or whatever—it was, it wasn't on the ground.
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Hendrick Hendrick remembers Simon is mute a bit late. Whatever, he was making too much noise just bumbling around. But it's not worth it to argue over that; he watches Simon and as he absorbs what Simon is saying, realizes Simon hasn't picked up on the idea in his own head that one of the dang things might be nearby and that he was asking Simon to see if he saw anything, NOT just what the hell happened in the past. Hendrick manages to control himself superbly and says as politely as possible while still worried something could come after both of them at any moment and neither of them might see it coming: "Simon, that's great. I'm glad you found out these creatures are flying, and I get I didn't explain myself well earlier. Could you please do me a favor and see if you see anything that might not be obvious lurking in the area?"
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Shellception posted:To Randy Randy Randy nods to the sheriff and hurriedly finishes his coffee, glancing down at his phone. "Huh," he mutters, "guess no one else wanted anything." Looking back up to the sheriff he gestures towards the street, "After you, ma'am. I think we can swing by and talk to Karla on our way out. Probably no rush there in the woods."
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Simon It's unclear whether Hendrick senses the same thing as Simon—that the forest itself is writhing and hissing. And if his hunch is right, and their surroundings have come to life, they'd best get moving. He ushers Hendrick closer to the rest of the group, hand still on the knife, and holds up his keys in the other hand, in front of everyone. Might be safer in the van. At least they'd be putting some walls between them and whatever is out there. And whatever got Matt earlier, it could obviously outrun him, but maybe it wouldn't catch up to a vehicle.
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Shellception posted:To Randy: Randy "Well..." he turns to glance at the sheriff, "we are a kind of police, yes." Turning back to Karla, Randy pulls out an obviously brand new leather note book and flips it open to the first page, "I am glad to hear Matt will be okay, but would you mind answering just a few questions? I'm sure most of them have already been asked of you by the sheriff here, but we like to get our information as directly as possible when we can."
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To Hendrick The noise is starting to get on your nerves. You can't concentrate at all, and you are sure it's there, just in the corner of your eye. If you just could... You take your attention off the scene for a second to look at Simon, silently asking him for help. It turns out to be a mistake. Suddenly, you feel a terrible pressure on your chest, a squeeze that holds you tight as you are launched back several feet inside the forest. You don't even have time to scream before your back hits the trunk of a tree with enough strength to knock the air out of your lungs. You'd swear the drat thing trembled from the strength of the impact. Dazed, you try to move, and realize you can't. The tendrils are holding down your legs, climbing up your arms and neck, and the one around your torso is starting to squeeze. You can barely breathe, and it doesn't seem like it's going to stop. Take 2 harm. You are mildly bruised around the chest and back. To Nia, Simon, Faust and Connor In a flash of green, you see something pull off from the ground and grab Hendrick from the back, pulling him fast inside the forest. A few seconds later, you all hear a strong impact, and a heavy silence fills the air.
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To Nia You've got the thing where you wanted it to be. You smile wildly to yourself as you feel the magic course through your veins. You could get addicted to this feeling. Who are you kidding? You are. The tendrils flap harmlessly in the air under your pull, occassionally trying to take a swing at you, but you don't let them escape. A couple meters back, you can see Hendrick slumped against the tree roots. Someone else will have to pick him up, you are busy right now. You take a good look at the swirling mass in front of your eyes. The tendrils don't really seem to have a definite shape: they blob and change, protruding out helplessly while trying to get to you. Part of the pulsating green mass is on the ground, sprawling around the trees and bushes and out of your sight. Here and there, tiny bugs and plants seem to have made it their home. It also smells strongly of mud, chlorophyll, and rotten leaves. Your magic lasts about thirty minutes, so you (and anyone that makes it here in that time) get a good look at it. Shellception fucked around with this message at 10:20 on Jan 5, 2024 |
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Connor It all happened in a blink of an eye. As Connor observed the magic users the air shifted from serene to chilling, and he watched in horror as Hendrick was grabbed and flung further into the forest by mossy tendrils. Watching Nia and Simon launch into action, Connor moves closer to assist but shockingly Nia does some kind of telepathic move and Hendrick is freed and the creature is contained, at least a specimen of. "Where is the rest of it? I'll call DPRC, they're gonna want to see this and maybe they can help identify it for us."
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