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Entry tags:
- %4th wall,
- %event,
- thread: aya,
- thread: china sorrows,
- thread: deon wilson,
- thread: gene khan,
- thread: michaelangelo,
- thread: midii une,
- thread: raine sage,
- thread: skulduggery pleasant,
- thread: tony stark (imaa),
- thread: valdis,
- thread: yami no bakura,
- thread: zatanna zatara,
- † aang,
- † alistair krei,
- † aqua,
- † hiro hamada,
- † iroh,
- † jack frost,
- † stork,
- † tadashi hamada,
- † thread: yuri lowell,
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[EVENT|4TH WALL] THE NEWCOMERS’ ARRIVAL | APRIL 15-22
Characters: ALL and plus ones.
Date: April 15-22 2015 (2016 in-game)
Location: Farmlands outside the city walls, but this log can also be used for locations within the city.
Situation: Spring planting - fourth wall event, week one!
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.
The days for the festival dawn sunny if a bit chilly, but the air is clear and the soggy ground has dried enough that there isn’t too much mud in the lanes between fields and homesteads. The broad dirt path to the Woodsmen’s land leads past the tram-line construction, lined with waving ribbons on sticks along the sides. The Woodsmen’s territory circles the city, separated from the city’s walls by five hundred yards of neutral land.
The festival’s central area is Liangken’s Clearing, and this is where the festival will begin and end each day. Liangken is an ancient tree, among the oldest on the turtle’s back. Though it doesn’t flower or bear much in the way of leaves anymore, the kedan have cultivated it carefully and now it’s an excellent representation for the revitalisation of old wisdom.
The lanes between the fields and homesteads will house the stalls, contests and walking areas. The Woodsmen will be keeping an eye on these to prevent anyone from walking off the marked paths. The homesteads provide ‘hotspots’ in among the lanes and fields, with Woodsmen families lending their yards to the comfort and entertainment of their guests.
In general, the Woodsmen are a taciturn, soft-spoken lot who nevertheless take great pride in their work. Their lands are all but sacred -- they accept no attitude, no trespassing, no attempts to thwart their authority. This causes some noticeable tension with the Snakes, who are accustomed to being the sole enforcers within the city; but though there may be some ill tempers and raised voices, at no point will anyone come to blows. It’s hard to argue with someone built like a brick wall and carrying sharp farm implements.
The Woodsmen are a touch anxious about having strangers on their land and this shows in them being overly officious or bossy, but at the same time their pride shows clearly and they are eager to show off the state of their lands, their greenhouses, and their farming processes -- practically without being asked. The residents of Keeliai tend to think of the Woodsmen as ‘cowards’, and the Woodsmen are taking this opportunity to prove themselves otherwise with feats of strength and tall tales.
Due to the farmers’ hours of “early to bed and early to rise”, the festival ends in the early evening at sundown, but begins again before dawn -- usually by greeting the sun with a song.
LINKS
Heojin, Ran and Lin | Liangken’s Clearing | Stalls and Lanes | OOC Information post | 4th Wall Character Check In
OOC
While Heojin and his bodyguards are open to everyone (including fourth-wall characters!), they are not available for small talk and general directionless CR. For the integrity of the mod’s inbox, please only request a thread with him if you already have an idea of what you’d like your character to ask/do. Other NPCs can be requested by sending a PM to the appropriate journals directly, with the same guidelines.
The top-level comments are for the festival, but fourth-wall characters should feel free to use the rest of the post for anything within the city of Keeliai itself! Just remember to label the top-level comment for location and date.
Date: April 15-22 2015 (2016 in-game)
Location: Farmlands outside the city walls, but this log can also be used for locations within the city.
Situation: Spring planting - fourth wall event, week one!
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.
The days for the festival dawn sunny if a bit chilly, but the air is clear and the soggy ground has dried enough that there isn’t too much mud in the lanes between fields and homesteads. The broad dirt path to the Woodsmen’s land leads past the tram-line construction, lined with waving ribbons on sticks along the sides. The Woodsmen’s territory circles the city, separated from the city’s walls by five hundred yards of neutral land.
The festival’s central area is Liangken’s Clearing, and this is where the festival will begin and end each day. Liangken is an ancient tree, among the oldest on the turtle’s back. Though it doesn’t flower or bear much in the way of leaves anymore, the kedan have cultivated it carefully and now it’s an excellent representation for the revitalisation of old wisdom.
The lanes between the fields and homesteads will house the stalls, contests and walking areas. The Woodsmen will be keeping an eye on these to prevent anyone from walking off the marked paths. The homesteads provide ‘hotspots’ in among the lanes and fields, with Woodsmen families lending their yards to the comfort and entertainment of their guests.
In general, the Woodsmen are a taciturn, soft-spoken lot who nevertheless take great pride in their work. Their lands are all but sacred -- they accept no attitude, no trespassing, no attempts to thwart their authority. This causes some noticeable tension with the Snakes, who are accustomed to being the sole enforcers within the city; but though there may be some ill tempers and raised voices, at no point will anyone come to blows. It’s hard to argue with someone built like a brick wall and carrying sharp farm implements.
The Woodsmen are a touch anxious about having strangers on their land and this shows in them being overly officious or bossy, but at the same time their pride shows clearly and they are eager to show off the state of their lands, their greenhouses, and their farming processes -- practically without being asked. The residents of Keeliai tend to think of the Woodsmen as ‘cowards’, and the Woodsmen are taking this opportunity to prove themselves otherwise with feats of strength and tall tales.
Due to the farmers’ hours of “early to bed and early to rise”, the festival ends in the early evening at sundown, but begins again before dawn -- usually by greeting the sun with a song.
LINKS
Heojin, Ran and Lin | Liangken’s Clearing | Stalls and Lanes | OOC Information post | 4th Wall Character Check In
OOC
While Heojin and his bodyguards are open to everyone (including fourth-wall characters!), they are not available for small talk and general directionless CR. For the integrity of the mod’s inbox, please only request a thread with him if you already have an idea of what you’d like your character to ask/do. Other NPCs can be requested by sending a PM to the appropriate journals directly, with the same guidelines.
The top-level comments are for the festival, but fourth-wall characters should feel free to use the rest of the post for anything within the city of Keeliai itself! Just remember to label the top-level comment for location and date.
Jack; Borderlands; OPEN
Dangerous. Never forget dangerous. He'd like to forget dangerous, but couldn't, because he'd heard from some of the local aliens that people with 'powers' got them back. Sure, Jack would love to get hold of whatever managed to interrupt a Siren's powers even temporarily, but even more he'd like to find his daughter before she accidentally did something to somebody. She didn't deserve that, no way.
"Hey. Hey hey hey--" Jack snagged the sleeve of someone he was sort-of maybe pretty sure he'd see at the fair, or whatever. "Have you seen a young lady about yay high--" He motioned with a hand. "--black hair, shaved on one side of her head, blue tattoos up her left arm?"
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It was a mess. Everything was a mess. Jack not yet outright being Handsome Jack was maybe the only saving grace. Even the absence of her powers wasn't a done deal, apparently; Angel was beginning feel the quiver in dimensions that meant she could reach between them and rearrange her surroundings easy as breathing. She was trying very hard not to, though, an effort of will alone, and for now her tattoos were staying only blue lines on her skin.
She could hear Jack, looking for her. Angel thought about slipping away. Maybe she could. It probably wasn't worth it, and Jack would keep looking. She turned, lifting her left hand to shade her eyes, simultaneously making herself obvious in the crowd and becoming completely oblivious to the people now behind her.
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"Asshole," Jack muttered under his breath, because you didn't say that where it could be heard unless you were looking to get shivved or knew you couldn't be. Jack didn't know whether he could be. Something about coming here had messed with his lasers and all his defensive gear--maybe it was the moonstones, maybe it was the tiny eridium bar he'd shoved into his pocket just before the attack, maybe it was both.
"Hey," said one of the locals, and Jack spun and grinned.
"Hey. Have you seen--"
"Yep," said the local--what were they, 'kedan'?--and Jack saw his smile and didn't like it. Really didn't like it. This kedan had the scrawny, slightly ratty look Jack knew. He was better fed and better looking than most of the scavs and bandits Jack had ever seen, but the look in the eyes was the same: clinical, judging how much he could get out of Jack's hide.
The people knew it, too. The street hadn't exactly been crowded before thanks to the festival, or even a thoroughfare, but people weren't in a rush to stay nearby. Stupid idiots who owned the city hadn't even made sure to leave some law enforcement behind before running off to get their jollies? That was just great.
Jack shifted his stance, cursing the whole 'no working weapons or shields' thing. Not even his Digi-Jacks were working. "Hey, talk louder, don't let me stop you."
"How much is she worth to you?" asked the bandit, and Jack caught someone moving quickly out of the corner of his eye--not toward him, but someone else in the crowd.
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And she didn't want anyone getting dead in the first place, even and especially her dad. Angel frowned, and thought about shifting one or both of them a street or two over -- it would be a neat way of ending a confrontation without actually hurting anyone. Maybe shift some water from one of the canals to drop on them? The principle was the same, even if she wasn't, er, contained--
Her tattoos were flaring, and there was a sudden, localized rainshower. She hadn't meant to do that. Angel inhaled, sharp and startled, and froze, clamping both thought and power down into nothingness. She had to be more careful about that, she knew control was half the reason her father had built her chair in the first place, even if she wasn't always clear on why it frightened him so much.
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Can't be many heroes around this place.
Jack smiled his friendliest smile and stepped forward, and felt vindicated when the bandit stepped back. "But I'm a nice guy. Really. Ask any lady. So I'm going to forget you said that and you're going to walk away, right? Ri--"
Water poured from the sky and Jack looked up and flinched, partly because of the water in his eyes and partly because there weren't nearly enough clouds to actually rain anything. And the fact the 'rain' stopped a few seconds later.
"Crap," he whispered. "Crap, crap, crappity--" He whirled away from the guy who didn't seem to have much to do with him anymore, searching wildly for the movement he'd seen out of the corner of his eyes and hoping that they weren't that dumb, to bring her right there and expect to get away with hurting her right there--
The street was almost empty now except for the bandit gang, and even though some of them were hesitating, some of them weren't.
"Angel!" Jack shouted, already running toward her and the three guys with the big, big knives that were closest. One of them was smart and backing away, eyes on Angel's tattoos, but the other two--
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She had no illusions about the likely results if she was injured, or died. Again. A lot of people who didn't deserve it would die, and she couldn't let that happen. People were going to get hurt if she didn't do something; she had the capability to do something real, right now; she was going to act. Mind thus made up, Angel reached out with her power. "Executing phase shift."
It was said mostly to herself, as a force of habit, as the reminder that she could and was phaseshifting on purpose. Her tattoos lit up, more brilliantly than before, but she didn't have much more in her mind than away. Lost were thoughts of water or other moderately peaceful deterrents: Angel wanted the threat gone, and right now, the biggest threat wasn't Jack.
Weird.
But apparently simply gone wasn't quite enough, she should have had a more concrete alteration in mind, because the end result was one of the kedan and several pieces of the street simply-- vanishing, replaced by bare stone that didn't quite match what already existed there. Angel didn't know where he'd gone. Didn't think she cared right now, either, because there were still bigger problems, like the remaining kedan. Now what did she do?
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The remaining kedan exclaimed, and far from sidling away from the show of power, it only made them angry. Now that was more the bandit mentality Jack knew, and since he was almost there he didn't mind. Except that one of them went after Angel with that freaking huge knife, and at her back, while she was defenceless, the bastard--
Jack got there first and with a grunt, knocking into Angel because he didn't quite manage to get properly in-between her and the kedan, but managed it enough. She'd be safe. She had to be safe.
His fist crunched into the kedan's face and sent him spinning away, and Jack's whole body throbbed with righteous fury and adrenaline. And his side. His side was throbbing weirdly too, and warm, and he really didn't care.
"Try that again, you sons of tainted bandits," he snarled, and that actually made them pause. Especially the one he'd punched to the ground and the last guy with the knife, who was looking nervously down at his own blade like it was going to bite him.