Gourd Damn It [Seasonal Event] [OPEN]
Ronin Taliesin
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#1
ronin
A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets
The bloody things were everywhere - even as far as the Glade, the demonic little pumpkins were getting in his way and frankly Ronin had had enough of them. Yes, it was pretty fun to try and make soup out of the things, and he’d had a decent game of pass-the-gourd with Sarya and Alistair, but this was getting silly. Maybe it was because it was the Glade in particular, but Ronin felt annoyed with the bouncing, biting vegetables. This was a place for peace, and his was being ruined. Luckily, the ex-captain was more than equipped to deal with a few uppity squash.

He stood in the lush grasses of the Glade, all but surrounded by the things - a troublesome prospect if he wasn’t kind of enjoying himself. One went for him, dispatched quickly by a well placed strike from his right fist; it shattered to mulch against one of the trees, and splattered him with its guts. Ew.
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#2

The damn things needed no rest! They waddle around both day and night, meaning that even Wessex is plagued by the foul creatures. The sun is well below the tops of the trees now, their poisonous beams giving way to shadow and dusk… and the obnoxious chitter of the bouncing squashes. Darting from tree to tree, Wessex finds one to scale and perches on a branch, concealed by some brilliantly colored shades of red. One by one, she begins to pick them off with either hurled half-fist rocks (her strength only improves as time goes on), or some well-placed arrows.

A man enters the glade and Wessex stops her sniper-like activities until he draws a little closer, taking out one of the possessed with strike. She grins and notches an arrow to her bow, taking very careful aim before releasing it. It zings from her bow, zipping past the man to split a pumpkin diagonally behind Ronin. The tip lodges in the sweet rind, just waiting for her to come down and collect it, along with its numerous brothers and sisters.

Challenge issued. One to one, as far as Wessex is concerned.  Game on, Outlander.

WESSEX
She whispered back, I am the storm
Deimos Ignatius
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#3

Deimos the Reaper
You can't take back the cards you've dealt on this
long and lonely road to hell
the throne must be such a sad and lonely place

The Reaper did long for an answer to the building maelstrom of gourds, one right after another after another. It was a seething mass of endless pumpkins, bizarre, eerie, but lacking the sinister, nefarious quality he relished in fellow opponents. He likely shouldn’t have looked a gift horse in the mouth – they were a diversion, an amusement, easy means to a slaughter, to ease the sensation of boredom amidst his calculating airs and depraved machinations – but it lingered there, between the webs of stones and the rest of the unknown. The warrior accepted the cavalcade of vegetables for what it was: outlandish, peculiar, and ridiculous, and ended up being one more welcome participant in the casual destruction of gourds.

There were others ahead of him; enjoying the odd melee just as much as he. He ventured somewhat closer, off into the shadows, lingering along the veils and threads of his favored romps, recognizing them only from past gatherings. His brow furrowed slightly as another pumpkin raced near his feet, taunting, looming with otherworldly glares and stares, and with swift, sudden ease, he grabbed ahold of the stem and launched it towards a nearby boulder, smirking when the satisfying sound and nuance of its demise reached his ears.


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Ronin Taliesin
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#4
ronin
A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets
Game on? Indeed.

Ronin turned his head sharply at the fwip of an arrow slicing the air, and he arched an eyebrow as he watched one of the demonic squash get impaled by it. Something told him that if the arrow had been aiming for him instead, it would have hit the mark with ease. Instead turning towards the trees where it had come from, he tossed a lazy and grateful salute up to whoever had helped him out... just in time for Deimos to splatter another of the pumpkins against a rock.

"A man after my own heart," he called, nodding at the man wreathed in shadow. But there was little time to continue their chatting - another gourd bounced its annoying way towards Ronin with gnashing teeth, only for the ex-captain to seize it in both hands and launch it hard at the ground. It exploded against one of its brethren, taking them both out. Good bloody riddance.
Wessex Theskyra
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#5

She lifts the tip of her bow in reply to Ronin - but he can’t see that. Polite for an Outlander. Or perhaps she’s the one being polite for a Native. Another approaches and she turns on her perch to see who it might be; a man she’s seen about before, one who reeks of soliderly things and broody melancholy. Wessex would be surprised if (purely from his size alone) Deimos was anything other than a fighter. Well. She’s sufficiently intrigued enough to come out of her spy spot.

Bow slung over one shoulder, she swings down by one arm and lands in a crouched position at the shadowy base of her tree. Rising to her full height (significantly less than one of them, and slightly less than the other), she gives the two men a sharp nod before noticing something over Ronin’s a shoulder. A whole group of pumpkins come bouncing out, en masse, towards the three of them. “You gotta be fucking kidding me… “ she murmurs to herself before shrugging the bow off her shoulder and reaching back to grab one of the few arrows left.

It flies, quickly followed by another, taking out two of the front runners. And yet, there seem to be twenty or so little beasts behind them, and she’s about out of arrows.

Ugh. Needing others is annoying. Needing Outlanders is even worse. Nevertheless... she turns to the boys and offers a simple "Shall we?"

WESSEX
She whispered back, I am the storm
Deimos Ignatius
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#6

Deimos the Reaper
You can't take back the cards you've dealt on this
long and lonely road to hell
the throne must be such a sad and lonely place

It seemed as though there was little need for fanfare or introductions – the Reaper was satisfied with the notion, carried on with a nod in direction to fellow warriors. They all seemed occupied by destruction (a crimson understanding; they all served the same end, the same purpose, the same driving motivation) and mayhem; and he could appreciate the familiar, inaudible war cry settling between his veins. Though little and hardly worth a note, the simplistic idea that he could continue with a bludgeoning, chaotic pastime was all he required in those feral, ferocious moments. It was a tangible distraction from the unknown; a twisting, turning, bout of mayhem and menace – something he grasp, entangle, and devastate.

Deimos’ eyes narrowed and scanned for his next available target – watching Ronin and the ensuing explosion with a head tilt, curious and intrigued, and the archer woman’s arrows tearing through a few more wayward gourd soldiers. The expectation, the appreciation, of ruin and annihilation peaked as the rest of the horde came into view, eerie eyes and eldritch motions, springing into action by the constant, consistent fall of their comrades. He wanted to laugh – and perhaps a raw chuckle managed to escape his throat – but the nonchalant, detached, cold hold to his features brushed over his agreement with Wessex, embroiled along a calculating, meticulous nod. The beast rarely needed an excuse to exercise might, tenacity, and fortitude.

He reached down to grab ahold of an incoming vegetable, seizing it around the pointy stem, and instead of gesturing it towards another rock or stone, he attempted to provoke friendly fire, throwing it with formidable strength towards its gathering brethren. A few on the front lines toppled, slid, or split open, and he took advantage of several more of them and attempted to repeat the same pattern, occasionally kicking one that had managed to escape his grasp.


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#7
ronin
A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets
Well weren't they a lovely little group? Ronin offered Wessex a nod of appreciation as she dropped down from the trees and made her way towards him, and his lips quirked up as he watched her masterful use of the bow to dispatch yet more of the troublesome vegetables. Deimos he glanced around for briefly, offering a nod in return before turning his attention to the task at hand. "We shall," he agreed, separating out from the group somewhat so they didn't end up surrounded by the bloody things.

Deimos seemed to have the right of it, so Ronin followed suit in grabbing up a squash to launch it at its comrades, a quiet laugh escaping him as he did so. "This is all rather ridiculous, don't you think?" he asked, only to have one of the gourds suddenly launch itself from an overhanging rock. It smacked loudly into Ronin's shoulders, splitting and covering him in mulch as it did. It also knocked him to the ground. Ow?
Wessex Theskyra
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#8

Deimos is right, there’s something really comforting in the simplicity of violence, and the freedom to continue doing so with reckless, almost joyful abandon. She’s comfortable with it. And she doesn’t have to play nice, cause things that need killing don’t need kindness or gentility or tact.

And let’s be honest, she’s failed miserably in all three of those areas lately (or for a long time).

So for a quiet couple of moments, the three of them set about trying to massacre the demonic little shits, leaving an orange, pulpy tide in their wake. One of them speaks, so she turns from her tender ministrations, only to see a gourd launch itself in a most ungainly fashion towards one of the men and then… it splats, and Ronin kinda splats, too. A chuckle literally bursts from her lips before she can catch herself. With a pointed look, she responds with a simple “Yep,” before a beastly little mini gourd tries to attack her ankles like a vicious lap dog.

Wessex squeal-growls and kicks out, dislodging the orange ball and sending flying sideways. After it goes, she stalks over to where her previous arrow lies, still lodged in some rind. She picks it out and then uses it to skewer another pumpkin. After looking at it for a moment, she asks in their general direction, “I wonder if they’re edible.”


WESSEX
She whispered back, I am the storm

{ok guys, I need W to eat this thing to complete my seasonal reqs... x.x}
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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#9

Deimos the Reaper
You can't take back the cards you've dealt on this
long and lonely road to hell
the throne must be such a sad and lonely place

It was ridiculous, but he almost didn’t mind it. It was a chance to exercise strength, power, dominion, and violence, beating things into oblivion for the sheer thrill of it. Deimos had spent years in the same span, cultivating death after death, ruin after ruin, devastation after devastation, and it was beautifully familiar, a caustic, acrimonious routine. He could have spent hours simply hastening hundreds of final breaths, last beats of a heart, the emptiness of gazes; tossing and throwing the orange gourds back into their own men.

He refrained from laughing when Ronin was assaulted, but a tiny snicker did manage to curl its way along his mouth, quickly snuffed out by his vicious nonchalance. If Deimos wasn’t covered in flying pulp and goop from his victims too, the situation might’ve been funnier – but he wasn’t intent on being a hypocrite. He volleyed a few more vegetables back at their comrades along the overhang, hoping to alleviate the same occurrence from happening again.

The warrior turned to Wessex at her proclamation, as she extracted her arrow from the gourd’s rind. The insinuation made him curious – but if others grew such things in their garden, there must have been a use. He tried to recall any moments split between his childhood, family accord, and any recent intervals, if they’d ever utilized the gourds in recipes, in cooking, in baking…”Yes,” he stated, nodding his assent. Amalia had repurposed them into scones, and seeds had been roasted, much tastier than their raw counterparts. “You could roast or bake them. Try the seeds.”

{AHHH SO SORRY. -winces- I forgot it was my turn. D:}

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Ronin Taliesin
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#10
ronin
A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets
((It's absolutely fine! I will wrap this one up so we can concentrate on not freezing to death in the new season, ha! <3 ))

Ronin could hear Wessex laughing and he couldn't help it - he was laughing too, even as pain radiated out through his shoulders and upper back. Essentially having a pumpkin thrown at you was always going to hurt, but the joke was on the vicious little squash - Ronin was still alive and kicking. Well, slipping as he tried to find his feet once more. In the meantime his fellow warriors were still dispatching the orange nightmares, and he nodded his gratitude at Deimos for dealing with the other creatures on the overhang. No more surprises from up there, with any luck.

"The flesh makes quite a fine soup, too," he piped up as they spoke of demonic vegetable cuisine. Not that he and Remi had been particularly successful in their endeavours, given that Ronin had accidentally thrown their ingredients into the fire. Ah, well. Live and learn.

Ronin joined his comrades in a final push against the squash, and while the Glade was certainly in a worse state than before they had arrived, when they were finished there was no sign of the chattering vegetables. Breathless, the ex-captain flashed a smile to the other two fighters. "Thanks," he said. "I owe you two a drink at the Rathskeller."

After a wash first, though. He sorely needed it. Ugh.

{END THREAD}


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