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dreamposts ([personal profile] dreamposts) wrote in [community profile] songerein2022-01-15 02:19 pm

Owl Rescue

✵ MINI EVENT: OWL RESCUE ✵

Late in the month, the blizzard has reached its peak and the skies seem strangely dark and ominous, a soft jingling of bells followed by deep, baritone voice echoes through the skies.


Gone away are the reindeer
Out to play are the dreamers
To lead their return, we gather in snow
All to bring the lost presents home

In the shadows we can build a snowman
To protect the sleigh that's full and bright.
Mimics will attack, and we'll say, "No, man!"
Only the real presents here will do!

We'll raise our mugs to the fire
Raise our voices higher and higher
Then we'll slash through our foes
From head down to their toes
All to save this Christmas Wonderland


In the city we can make some string lights
Beautiful and bright just like the stars
With a little magic, we'll be alright
And top everything off with just a Star

A star so big and bright
with magic all around
shining with all its might
making the world go 'round!

So come join us, all ye citizens
of this little festive town.
Guard your hearts with love and laughter,
and we'll bring this foul Grinch down!


With a mighty bellow the gusting winds clear and for a moment the morning skies seem beautiful and bright, as if the strange blizzard storm had never appeared at all. And then, in perhaps questionably late fashion, a large man dressed in red and astride a giant reindeer descends down to the central plaza.

"Ho ho ho! So this is where that bastard's been trying to hide, eh? I'll give it some credit—it chose a powerful world for its mischief…even if it could still use some work. And it's still just a baby—miracle it's lasted this long." The man, many of which will recognize as the fabled Santa Claus turns to look at the still run down buildings. For a man who is known to being "jolly" and full of holiday spirit, he looks as if he's about to head into war with the large axe at its his side and hardened expression. Just as he's about to say more, he clicks his tongue as a loud SCREEEEEECH is heard in the distance.

"But it won't be around much longer if you kids don't do anything about what's coming."

In the next moment, a large fiery owl large enough to overshadow half the town hovers in the air, the flames dangerously drifting from her feathers.

WHERE ARE THEY…

WHERE ARE MY CHILDREN!!


Her voice shakes the ground, the fire expanding outward as she gives one last heartrending cry filled with anger and agony.



PROMPTS

It's a confusing mess as two large figures have appeared at once, but it's clear that the owl's needs take precedence. With Santa's help, the owl will shrink small enough so that she can wait in the Plaza alongside and wait for those willing to find her eggs and owlets. But she watches over it with an anxious eye, the flames occasionally rising whenever there is a sound of one nearby. Everyone better work fast!

A. Talk with Santa. With Santa remaining with the owl, some may wish to speak to him while the others are working to find the baby owls. Although he plans to speak again once this is over, he will go ahead and answer any questions people may have. All questions may be asked in this thread, and as mentioned in the Game Notes, this will not be an IC thread. It is encouraged for questions to be asked now as it will help speed up dispensing information later.

B. Owl Egg Hunt. The eggs are scattered throughout the town Reverein, the nearby forests, and the lake. As if sensing their danger, the eggs have hidden themselves in various nooks and crannies, which can make it quite difficult to find. Hopefully no one accidentally tries to cook one. However, there are some clues. They will sparkle and will sometimes wiggle and roll out of their hiding place. They can also be "lured" out by friendly, positive emotions, or towards anyone that might exude a feeling of safety, security, and protection. However, if they're frightened the eggs will start to hatch. They sprout wings, legs, or even the beak to try and either escape or protect themselves. The eggs may also take on elemental characteristics, such as turning into a fireball, a block of ice, a giant rock, or a mini cyclone. Another threat will be the snoyotes as the sly buggers will follow would be rescuers to find the egg and try to snatch them and run off.

C. Owlet Panic. For the eggs that have already hatched, the owlets will be panicking and very emotional, causing a great environmental disruption around them. From fire storms to massive blizzards, the babies are out of control. Fortunately they're easy to spot—as well as hear. Their high pitched screeches can be heard from long distances. Calming emotions will be key in trying to soothe them, though dremoation abilities may be needed to get to them first.

D. Owlsitter. Whether already hatched or bursting out after returning to mother owl, the little owlets can be quite the handful. They're born already large enough to fly and while they aren't skilled, they will flutter about here and there. Essentially toddlers, they will get into anything that might interest them and cause mischief. With the owlets capable of casting elemental magic, that can pose a problem as sometimes it can go awry.

E. Snoyotes. The snoyotes are a cross between snake and coyote and they rely on their stealth skills rather than offensive power. They will stick to the shadows and can camouflage themselves well. When they do need to fight, they are tenacious and will try to sink their venomous fangs into their assailant. The venom is paralytic and is potent and fast acting. Although not always enough to kill, if enough venom makes its way to the heart then there might be trouble. As mentioned they will follow those looking for eggs to try and snatch them first, but some may be hunting other eggs. It's not necessary to kill them, driving them off to the Wild Canyons will do.

» BONUS: FANG COLLECTION. Although highly potent, the venom stored within the fangs of the snoyotes can be used in anti-venom remedies (and poisons). Collecting them will need some care. In addition, defanging a snoyote is one way to keep it away for those unwilling to kill. Their fangs will grow back so would be an effective way to farm fangs later.


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[personal profile] legbreakings 2022-01-25 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her firm grip and the equally firm tone of her voice reel in his panic-wild thoughts, like the weight of an anchor to keep him from getting lost at sea.

It stabilizes him, but he is still so scared, so very scared, and now there is a sharp pang of guilt mixing in with the fear. She had escaped by her own merit, oh, this isn't lost on him even in this state - she has saved herself, she doesn't need to be sheltered by Jiang Cheng or Wei Wuxian. (Even if there is a whisper at the back of his mind that of course she would rather rely on herself, after he has so spectacularly failed to protect her.) ]


But... [ His breath comes in sharp little gasps now, and he shakes his head both against her words of reassurance and his own self-accusations. ] But just because worse has happened to you before...! Look at your arm, it looks awful, it looks like it hurt so much! What if you die the next time! You've died before! [ And there he goes, panic flaring again.

There is a rattling noise as the egg goes from a gentle wobble to shaking so hard inside its bed that the entire clay pot is wobbling.]
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[personal profile] soups 2022-01-28 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
her grip softens, as she takes a steady breath out. on one hand, she cannot blame him. this same fear and concern has existed within her own heart, manifesting so severely that she's died for it. this is their bond as the members of yunmeng jiang, and proof of their love and loyalty.

but on the other, the way that jiang cheng frets over her is archaic — they are no longer at lotus pier, no longer in a land of clans, even. they have been to hell and back, and times must change.

so she speaks honestly, and from the heart,
Jiang Cheng...if you would prefer me to stay locked in our new home for the end of time, say no more. But if you wish for me to make my own decisions and choices, then this shall be the result at times. No one knows better than I the number of times I have died — just as you have yourself.

the hand holding his arm falls, as does her face to her lap for a moment. the anxiety that his perishing would be the one time the rule of return would be broken...it didn't leave her until he was confirmed to be resurrected. after regaining her expression, smoothing the pucker of her lips, she looks back up at her youngest brother. As much as I wish for your safety, I would never take such a choice from you. I trust your capability and judgement too much for such a thing to cross my mind.
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[personal profile] legbreakings 2022-01-28 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It is already at that steadying breath she takes that he suspects he isn't going to like hearing what his big sister has to tell him. And when she speaks - frankly, not unkindly, impossible to simply brush off like his own outbursts often are - he flinches. Have her locked up? He would never! He opens his mouth to protest and defend himself, caught somewhere between hurt and indignation.

But she's not done yet, she keeps going, and so he obediently remains silent though it costs him everything not to blurt out all his defenses. But he can't, not with her, and so he has to listen to what he doesn't want to hear.

His shoulders hunch under her words, his brows furrowing and a mournful pout twisting his lips. ]
But... I trust you, too. [ He looks at her beseechingly, eyes wide and pleading. Whereat at home, he had tried so hard to play the part of the fearless sect leader and throw his weight around, upon getting his family back he has often fallen back into the comfort of simply being the youngest of the family, and now is no different. ] I trust you, I really do! It's not that I think you aren't capable! But your cultivation isn't very strong, and it's my place to protect you, and... [ He lowers his eyes in shame, voice shaky. ] I failed before.

[ And now he feels terrible on top of everything else, for his sister is the one with the paralyzed arm and yet here she is needing to deal with him on top of her injury, but he can't help himself. ]
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[personal profile] soups 2022-01-29 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
it pains her to see her brother's face crumple and in so many ways. it was never her intention to upset him in any way, and yet she has...is it fair? unfair? it's hard to say — she's become somewhat more aware of her tendency to put the emotions of others above her own, but is this such a case?

a gentle hand — currently, her only hand — moves to instead touch his face, grazing jiang cheng's cheek with eyes soft. the egg, in the corner of her eye, twitches peculiarly at these conflicting waves of complex emotion.
Even when I am to go to my final grave, I would never know my brothers to have failed. it's true. she has never once thought of them as anything but capable, true specimens of the strength and power of the clan that bore them. and now they've individually proven that they still hold those qualities in spades outside of their clanship.

but this is not a subject she thought they would dive into today, the ways in which jiang cheng believes he has let her down. they are unwarranted, and part of her wants to reassure him as such until she can no longer speak...but to broach the subject would mean others would follow suit after, and that. that she just isn't strong enough for right now.
Let's not dwell on things that aren't part of our present. Your sister could use the help of someone capable. It's become hard to heat a kettle, now.

perhaps some sort of task of usefulness will distract him, move his mind into a place that wants to succeed in the now instead of dwell on past falls.
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[personal profile] legbreakings 2022-01-30 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ He has not failed her. He has not failed her, she says, and he clings to that as much as he clings to the solid warmth of the hand cradling his face - alive! she is alive and she is here, not a cooled body entombed in Jin finery. She is alive and telling him he has not failed (even if he has, how could it be anything else, but she at least does not blame him.) ]

Alright, I will help you [ he says shakily and nods to himself, and even tries for a smile though his lips just wobble at that. He can tell a change of topic when he sees it, and it is as firm as it may be gentle. He won't fight it, and in truth doesn't feel up to dealing with past horrors on top of today's either.

He walks towards the stove, an eager-to-please expression on his face, eager for instructions. ]
You shouldn't have to be lifting anything right now. You should be resting! What do you want to do with the water, were you making tea? [ He checks on the state of the kettle and on the fire, adding a little more wood to keep it burning nice and hot. More warmth will be good for her, too, he figures. ]
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[personal profile] soups 2022-01-30 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
grateful that jiang cheng has either taken her hint or wants to also move on, she rubs at her cheeks while he turns to the stove. it's half out of a residual stress, half a preemptive measure to keep from spilling any tears. the second the conversation ends, a surge of emotions she was holding in feels as if it's about to come out in a way she doesn't care for.

Yes, yes, that would be nice. she quickly turns her hand to adjusting the egg in its bowl, grateful that things didn't get too out of hand. to bring an owl into this world amidst this stress, that's only barely repressed, would just be more of a handful. everything is alright.

— almost. there will still be the issue of her arm to address, but this is a nice breath. in fact, jiang yanli sighs and stokes the egg's shining surface.
Thank you A-Cheng. I hope that you do know...your presence is immeasurable to me.
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[personal profile] legbreakings 2022-02-02 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Fortunately, Jiang Cheng is keeping himself busy with the stove and the kettle, and thus misses how close his sister comes to losing the battle to let any tears spill.

He only turns back around by the time she speaks to him again, and is now proudly holding the kettle with steaming hot water.

His eyes are very soft as he watches her soothingly pet the egg, affection openly displayed on his face. ]
There is no need to thank me [ he says, his voice a little quieter and far gentler than he normally lets himself get. ] I will always want to be at your side when you need me.

[ He steps towards the table, carefully pouring water without spilling any before he returns the kettle to the stove. ]

I'm just happy to have you here with me, you know. [ To have her here, when in their own world, she is already forever lost to him - but he isn't quite brave enough to put that into words when there is no need to. ]
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[personal profile] soups 2022-02-03 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
and it doesn't go unnoticed, that he's trying so hard to be as soft as possible now. it brings a smile to her face, though bittersweet. jiang yanli's head dips in thanks as she observes the steam rise from the cup in which its been poured.

You say there is no need to thank you...and yet I cannot think of something that I'm more grateful for.

if there's anyone who is happy for her to be alive again, to share the experiences of any of these lifetimes with her brothers, it's she — someone who, despite the misfortunes, still has a chamber of her heart that is grateful to face all of this, even if it's the deepest of despair. at least she's alive, and at least they're together...and for as many worlds as they've now been to together, it feels more and more like it's fate.

There will be a way to fix this, A-Cheng...and if not. I know who I can rely on to help his jiejie in her times of need.
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[personal profile] legbreakings 2022-02-03 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If not... He doesn't even want to think about "if not" because there must be a fix for it, but with great effort he shoves back the fear bubbling up in him again. ]

Of course you can! I'll always be here for you, for as long as you want me around [ he says earnestly as he sits down next to her and reaches out to grasp her good hand. His eyes are wide and a little bit fearful again, but he is trying so hard to be brave. ] We should have listened to you better at home, it should always have been the three of us. But we can do better now... we are doing better now.
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[personal profile] soups 2022-02-06 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
the return to such a nostalgic issue takes her off guard, eyes widening and grip not reciprocated until she settles back into the current moment.

Do you think a time would come where I wouldn't? first thing is first, anyway. she knows he has some insecurities surround their being together, and she can't blame him. it's something that they both possess. Fate knows what I desire in my heart, and has rewarded me undeservedly...we won't be separated so easily now. Things will surely be different this time.
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[personal profile] legbreakings 2022-02-09 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ He opens his mouth for some sort of knee-jerk retort, wanting to argue worst case scenarios just because that is where his mind is always going first. Unnoticed by him, the egg trembles a little. But then he snaps his mouth shut again and takes a deep, steadying breath.

He nods, once, and squeezes her hand tightly. ]
Alright. I'll trust Jiejie in this. We won't be separated so easily again. [ He ducks his head. ] It's just hard sometimes. [ Or more like, always. He does his best not to let it taint their time together, but at the back of his mind he is always aware how fragile their happiness is. ] But I won't make you more sad now. You should drink your tea while it's hot.
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[personal profile] soups 2022-02-13 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
with a half-smile, she takes her hand to lift the tea to her mouth — thank goodness it's her dominant hand. it will be odd to live with this dead weight for a while, but at least the good hand she has is actually good.

Ah, it's been so long since I've had tea made by the Jiang Wanyin. I think he may have surpassed me in talents. jiang yanli continues to try and lift the mood, as much as it can be while it wavers in between sadness and manic concern. it's a better outcome than she may have expected, fully prepared to have wei wuxian walk into something of a mess.

— oh. which may be something better remedied now.


Though, A-Cheng...I do not know how well I can write just yet, with no hand to steady my paper or pen. I have learned my lesson — can I task you with explaining to Wei Wuxian? I've already erroneously upset one brother of mine...
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[personal profile] legbreakings 2022-02-15 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He huffs and grumbles and rolls his eyes at his sister's teasing compliment for his tea - and yet he also blushes, childishly pleased even by praise given in teasing.

But then she is making an earnest request before he can throw himself into another round of fussing about nothing, and his mood sobers again.

He gives her good arm a gentle, reassuring squeeze and nods. ]
Of course! I'll tell him. I'm going to tell him right away. I left my journal in our room, I'll just... If you will be alright remaining by yourself for a moment.

[ He is already walking away to do as he is bid, though he lingers in the door for another moment of uncertainty. But going to his room while he talks to Wei Wuxian actually sounds very appealing - he knows already there is no way he will be able to hold it together while he explains what happened. ]
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[personal profile] soups 2022-02-15 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
her smile is genuine, if not still small; the gratitude jiang yanli feels for her youngest brother understanding this need for calm and steady emotions is real. when he stops, she lets out a soft but deep breath, finger running around the rim of her still steaming tea.

I will be fine for a few moments, A-Cheng. And then some. the guilt compounds in her chest suddenly, more than aware of what will happen once she's out of his sight and presence. if only she could remove this emotional intensity from him, a trait he's so well known for...but in this case, it's all her fault. for as much as she spoke of the idea that bad things will happen to her as a normal part of being in other worlds, it doesn't mean she still can't feel as if she is a burden to others when it does.