THE PLANET MINGLE

[princessia]

Who: EVERYONE!
Broadcast: Maybe, if you want?!
Action: The Planet
When: From May 11th until the end of the month

[ Willing to venture away from the casinos and investigate the nearby green planet? Here's your chance, now that it's in range!

THIS IS A MINGLE. GET HERE. ]

[ Make your own prompts, explore the planet, spend a night there, piss it off by taking its plants, whatever! MAY STAR SYSTEM OOC POST for your reference on getting through the orbit, what's on the planet, etc.! ]

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TRUEFORM | forest, open to everyone

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[of course it calls to him. he's keyed into the spirit of everything in existence; he's as much a part of the world as the dirt and the sky and the trees. these aren't his trees, but he answers the call anyway. it's been so long since anything has called to him...

he at least has the sense to stay in the forest, but anyone wandering there may run into him, creeping around in the trees--a long-limbed, pale figure, gaunt and unnatural. his eyes are all-red, his hair is bone-white, and his fingers end in claws.

he walks easily from branch to branch on all fours, primate-like movements taking him up and down and letting him traverse the canopy with ease. he'd probably be eight feet tall if he'd ever stop walking all hunched up like that.]

[lord_wizard]

[He hasn't dared to wander all that deep into the forest from the mesa where his shuttle is currently sitting. He's still shaken by the landing and questioning the decision to venture out here alone, but the distance has its own appeal.

He isn't like others of his kind, but he can feel the energy in the planet well enough. It's an intoxicating thrum in the back of his mind that quiets his tension, and high on potential he picks his way through the brush and roots, his witchlights cast around him to fight back the gloom. Already an effortless piece of magic, the spell becomes intrinsic, like breathing. It takes something like his usual effort to make them shine far brighter than normal, and pale green light pools around his path like his own personal spotlight.

Felix expects to be alone, so when his lights briefly glance off the pale form in the branches he stops and lets out a startled breath.]

Who's there?

[If this was a horror movie, he'd probably be the guys that dies first]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[lucky for Felix, it ducks and startles behind the nearest thick branch. it has a notable aura--whatever it is--that almost lingers like the edge of a headache. it's not an evil creature, just a vaguely inconvenient one.

there's silence, for a little bit... but the witchlights fascinate him, and the forest has him feeling almost comfortable with himself, so a pale face peeks around the edge after a moment. its face is thin and its eyes are large and round. calling it "cute" might be going too far, but there are at least no fangs, scales, or scary glowing eyes to be seen.]

[lord_wizard]

[Felix isn't a creature of darkness in any literal sense, but there's something more than morbid fascination or academic curiosity that makes his feet stay where they are. He dims the lights a few fractions out of an effort to not startle whatever it is too much.]

I don't suppose you understand me at all?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[it tilts its head. thinking, probably. the wide eyes don't lend themselves to facial expressions very well. it ends up ducking its head down, as if embarrassed.

...and then it speaks, the sound of nine voices all talking at once--men, women, children. each a slightly different pitch, all of them timid.]

Yes.

[lord_wizard]

[The sound makes him shiver, the sound otherworldly and almost forlorn, like the distant echo of the ghosts he once saw at every turn.]

...oh. [It's clearly not an answer he'd expected]

Well, then, I hope I'm not intruding.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

No, I...

[he looks at the lights again... a little distracted, he slowly drops onto a lower branch. now he's more visible, all long limbs and primate posture. Felix can make out his sharp little teeth, when he talks.]

This is not my forest. I'm trying to find the call...

[lord_wizard]

[The teeth make his heart beat a little faster, but he reasons that running wouldn't make the best impression. Besides, that one feature doesn't quite settle into the haunting but still somewhat benevolent impression he's getting]

What call would that be?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

The world...

[the creature looks back behind them... towards what might be the heart of the forest. then again, the forest is so expansive that wherever he looks might as well be as close to the heart of things as any other direction.]

It's calling to everyone, I think. I can't figure out why.

[lord_wizard]

[Felix opens his mouth to say he'd not heard any such call, but abstractly speaking there was certainly something about the place that had made him come here in the first place.]

You may be right about that. This call...can you...describe it?

[got_it_memorized]

[Axel really didn't mean to come this deep into the woods. He's pretty sure he can find his way back out--he can still faintly see where the trees are lighter, the edge of this strange ocean of green--so he's not worried yet. That is, until he hears the shifting of branches and leaves above him. He snaps his arms to his sides reflexively, as if to call his chakrams to his hands, but of course they don't come, and he's left caught somewhere between indignation and alarm. Looking up, he squints in the murky dimness of the woods and catches sight of the strange figure: long limbs, a bowed spine. It's definitely not human, but it doesn't resemble anything he's ever seen before.

[It either hasn't noticed him or it's not aggressive, at least, because it hasn't leapt down to tear his throat out yet. Maybe he can just... back away slowly.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[the backing away gets it to look over, suddenly, freezing in place the way that animals do when they're startled. it peers down at him with wide, round, red eyes... their face isn't exactly frightening, but it is hard to place as familiar.

it shrinks away too, after a moment, form shying away from the conflict. it doesn't go anywhere, though. just seems content with. staring.

eventually it tilts its head, almost curiously, but that's it.]