tushanshu_logs | EVENT | LANDFALL | KITHIKA

Characters: ALL!
Date: February 12th - 28th
Location: Kithika, inside the bottle
Situation: The discovery of an artifact from the first war against Malicant reveals the land of Kithika within a dimension of the Death Plane... and just happens to be contained inside a bottle.
Warnings/Rating: Please indicate content warnings in subject headers as applicable.

OOC INFORMATION ♦ CITY OF KEELIAI ♦ INSIDE THE BOTTLE ♦ THE WORLD EATER
Arriving in Kithika is unpleasant for the most part. Transport through the glass vessel deposits you in the middle of a thick and murky swamp, with air so hot and humid it feels as though one is breathing through a wet towel. This is a place of perpetual night and there are no celestial bodies visible overhead through the twisted vines to break up the blackness, making the only light visible that which comes clumps of marsh fungus that emit a steady glow in a variety of muted colours: pale blue, whitish green, watery mauve. The only other light comes from those who can generate it themselves and that will reveal numerous broad-leaved trees, in some places standing too thick to move through. Below, knee-deep water laps in swirls at their legs, accompanied by the occasional slithery feel of something moving in the bracken against wet limbs, gone before it can be identified. A variety of strange noises from creatures of the swamp fill the air with buzzing and hoarse croaking, interrupted by the screech of mosquitoes the size of hummingbirds darting past and hungry for a meal.

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OOC NOTE: Characters will not be able to progress past the Temple and the Grounds for 48 IC hours after which point, the way to continue onward to find the dragon will be discovered. The second log will be posted on the 17th, to help spread out the tagging. Thank you!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

All things considered, riding stowaway isn't a bad way to go. Instead of expending waaaaay too much effort and ammunition fighting off trees and bugs and other various creepy crawlies, Scott had instead mini-fied himself and hitched a ride on the shoulder of the nearest person to him. It'd been kind of a bumpy ride and yeah, it was probably cheating to go into the bottle that way, but hey, Scott's never been a particular stickler for the rules.

And it means he's alert and observant when he finds himself at the temple, a cluster of glowing fungi held in his gloved hand. Judging from a flickering globe of light nearby, he's not alone here. He ambles his way over to Teddy and squints at the tablet.

"I'm kinda sorta regretting never taking Romance Language 101 in school now because I have no idea what that says." But, more importantly: "You okay? Made your way through the swamp no problem?"

Teddy was too busy glaring at the tablet to notice when he was no longer the only one in the room. It took hearing Scott speak to break him out of his thoughts. "Romance Language? You mean like French? I took half a semester in that before dropping. I'm pretty sure that's not French."

It wasn't any language he'd ever seen before, of that he was sure. Which made things more difficult because if he could recognize it then he could at least ask around and see if anyone knew that language. He could still do the same, he guessed. But it sounded like more energy than he had at the moment.

"I'm in one piece, to the disappointment of the trees. I think it rates a little higher than no problem though. What about you? You look like you managed okay."

At the return question, Scott merely shrugs.

"Bit of a bumpy ride but not too bad overall. But I also kind of hitched a ride as a stowaway and watched everyone else battle their way though."

He does, at least, have the good grace to look a little embarrassed at taking what's virtually the coward's way out, and continues on in a bit of a rush. Hopefully Cassie hasn't said anything too idolizing about him; he really doesn't want to ruin some kid's image of him one sentence into a conversation.

Leaning forward, he squints at the tablet. Sadly, the squint hasn't magically transformed the words into a language recognizable to him.

"You said something about wishing well though, right? Maybe we should toss something in, just in case."

Instead of looking heartbroken and let down Teddy actually cracked a grin. He didn't think finding a way to avoid conflict was a form of cowardice. Especially when he assumed Scott would have given up his ride to help someone who needed it if he came across such a person.

"Smart move. I've never tried using my powers to shrink myself before. Maybe I should give it a try next time. It would probably have saved me a few bruises." Not that...he showed any signs of being bruised. Not anymore. Doesn't mean they hadn't hurt when they happened though.

"Maybe. There seem to be a lot of stuff sitting at the bottom of the pond. Money, jewelry, other small, shiny objects. I'm just not sure we should risk disturbing anything."

Sometimes Scott forgets Pym particles aren't the only way of downsizing one's self. Maybe it's because he's spent so long in a world of his own making surrounded by nothing but, or perhaps it's because he's met so few true shapeshifters, but either way, his eyes flick to Teddy with some interest and he straightens, the (not really) mystical tablet forgotten as he studies Teddy.

"Can you really do that? Not the actual shapeshifting part, I know you can do that, but going really tiny? I mean, not that you have to be super tiny to hitch a ride, but when you shapeshift, does it have to be into something that actually exists, or could you do it based on just one dimension, like size or shape?"

There's animation in his voice, perhaps a bit more than there ought to be given their situation. But hey, you never know, maybe figuring this stuff out now will help them in the future, against.....well, against whatever else is lurking out there in the fog.

Teddy doesn't seem to mind this new line of questioning. It's not as if he gets asked to talk about his powers very often. There's nothing really mysterious or unique about his abilities. So he takes a few moments to consider Scott's questions before answering with a shrug.

"Probably? I mean, my Hulkling form, while vaguely modeled after the Hulk, doesn't really look that much like him right? It's more a creation of my own. With the claws, wings, and protective armor." He raps his knuckle gently against the armored shell like plate that covered his shoulder. "And I can make myself bigger at will. So it makes sense that I should be able to do the reverse, right?"

EVENT | LANDFALL | KITHIKA | BOTTLE

a trillion and one years late

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