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awashlogs2018-11-13 07:38 pm
whichcraft) wrote in awashlogs2018-11-13 07:38 pm
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we are explorers reading every sign
WHO: Summer, Clark, and Astrid
WHAT: An adventure into the woods!
WHERE: A mysterious path walked by specters from ages past. 2Spooky.
WHEN: Time is a nebulous illusion. But probably sometime in mid-November.
WARNINGS: Language overall, but more specific warnings will be in comment headers if need be!
[It's somewhere around Day Six of her relentless repeating nightmares that Summer eventually decides to cowboy up and accept that maybe, just maybe, the town is trying to tell her something here.
The place runs on fairy tales, or so it seems, which means that all the usual tropes and archetypes almost certainly apply. Coincidences aren't really coincidences. Good things and bad things both come in threes. What goes around comes around, and usually in a particularly karmic fashion. And when you start having unsettlingly vivid dreams that just won't quit, someone probably wants you to do something about it.
Night after night, she's watched the same path go by. It's always the same sequence, always the same journey; she's all but memorized the landmarks. This tree here with the branch that looks like an outstretched arm, with moss hanging off like a bell sleeve. That rock there with the jag down the middle that bothers her sensibilities because it's not quite even in how it splits. She knows the path — up to a point. That's the moment when Prompto always disappears, too far gone to follow, and she's left there a minute before she wakes up.
So, she's betting that if there's something to be found in the woods, and someone wants her to find it, then that's a damn good place to start.
Of course, the law of fairy tales also says that shit really only happens to fools who decide to venture into forests alone, so before undertaking this expedition, she heads off to corral some help. And in that, Clark is the obvious choice, because, well. Partly because he's Clark, and partly because if things go straight to shit out there in the woods, fairy tale logic probably says it's good to have at least one decent person in the mix.
So: a rendezvous at the forest's edge. That's always a good place to start.]
WHAT: An adventure into the woods!
WHERE: A mysterious path walked by specters from ages past. 2Spooky.
WHEN: Time is a nebulous illusion. But probably sometime in mid-November.
WARNINGS: Language overall, but more specific warnings will be in comment headers if need be!
[It's somewhere around Day Six of her relentless repeating nightmares that Summer eventually decides to cowboy up and accept that maybe, just maybe, the town is trying to tell her something here.
The place runs on fairy tales, or so it seems, which means that all the usual tropes and archetypes almost certainly apply. Coincidences aren't really coincidences. Good things and bad things both come in threes. What goes around comes around, and usually in a particularly karmic fashion. And when you start having unsettlingly vivid dreams that just won't quit, someone probably wants you to do something about it.
Night after night, she's watched the same path go by. It's always the same sequence, always the same journey; she's all but memorized the landmarks. This tree here with the branch that looks like an outstretched arm, with moss hanging off like a bell sleeve. That rock there with the jag down the middle that bothers her sensibilities because it's not quite even in how it splits. She knows the path — up to a point. That's the moment when Prompto always disappears, too far gone to follow, and she's left there a minute before she wakes up.
So, she's betting that if there's something to be found in the woods, and someone wants her to find it, then that's a damn good place to start.
Of course, the law of fairy tales also says that shit really only happens to fools who decide to venture into forests alone, so before undertaking this expedition, she heads off to corral some help. And in that, Clark is the obvious choice, because, well. Partly because he's Clark, and partly because if things go straight to shit out there in the woods, fairy tale logic probably says it's good to have at least one decent person in the mix.
So: a rendezvous at the forest's edge. That's always a good place to start.]
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So the excuse to do something somewhat unwise while acting as protection for someone he's come to consider 'one of his own' is pretty much a foregone conclusion.
Clark comes prepared with a basket under one arm: food, water, and a few potential sweets to offer to the Fair Folk as he remembered a few pieces of advice from Zatanna. He's not sure if that information will hold solid, but he's not about to skip it considering. After all, if they can't use it they can at least have something to eat with a lot of calories out in the woods.
He comes in his Superman suit, though. The glasses could get broken, his clothes could be ripped. And he hasn't been feeling much like Clark lately.]
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and, well.
there just so happens to be two people heading into the woods as she is, so she falls into step nearby, curious but not pressing. ]
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Anyway, at this point Summer's really only expecting one other tagalong on this little excursion, so most of her attention is on Clark — Superman — when he makes his appearance; she's cognizant of Astrid's presence, but only in that way that people tend to be aware of their surroundings, not yet marking her as a person of interest yet.]
Okay, so. Long story short, I...may or may not have made some shitty life choices that resulted in what I think is this town trying to tell me something. Because I keep having this same dream, over and over again, and it won't get out of my head.
[She looks around vaguely, before at last her gaze alights on a tree and she points.]
And it always starts over there. He — the guy I'm following, he goes around that tree right over there. So I'm thinking, like...maybe I'm supposed to actually go where he keeps going? And follow his path. Or something.
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[ He makes sure that he has Summer's eye as he speaks now, and his voice is a little lower, a little more confident. Superman's voice, because he knows how effective it can be.]
I'll watch your back.