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| cast = [[Isaac]], [[Lola]], [[Volya]], [[Wren]], and [[Carver]]. [[Kilauea]] as GM. | | cast = [[Isaac]], [[Lola]], [[Volya]], [[Wren]], and [[Carver]]. [[Kilauea]] as GM. | ||
− | | summary = | + | | summary = The Scarecrows come alive to protect the wooded area from the threat of toxic materials. |
| gamedate = 2007.12.27 | | gamedate = 2007.12.27 | ||
| gamedatename = | | gamedatename = | ||
− | | subtitle = | + | | subtitle = This stick to beat you with, this chainsaw to... |
− | | location = | + | | location = Wooded Farmland, [[Central Oahu]], next to [[Atworth Acres]] |
− | | plots = [[Plot:Gifts of Oahu]] | + | | plots = [[Plot:The Gifts of Oahu]] |
− | | categories = | + | | categories = Changeling, Scion, Shapeshifter |
| log = | | log = | ||
− | Vast fields of untended | + | Vast fields of untended scrub land stretch out for acres on this side of the pastures, the boarding fields almost overwhelmed by choking vegetation and unchecked tree growth. The sun is on it's downward arc and it is thankfully getting a little cooler but then with the disappearance of the sun comes the insects, and the early risers can already be heard buzzing about in the area. While unkempt, there is very much a natural feel to things and those feeling adventurous have been known to use the area for camping or for nature trails, the unchecked growth in the forest means that some of the larger wild life has been left alone and un-hunted, this is a huge draw for those who look out for the bigger game. |
− | There's only so much island to go in Oahu for someone who keeps wandering blindly through the lands. Like Carver, see? His aimless hiking that he indulges himself in as a method of soul searching guides himself to this particular side of the island eventually-- even if he did kind of end up taking a less-beaten path for it, too. Stepping through the woods, pushing at | + | There's only so much island to go in Oahu for someone who keeps wandering blindly through the lands. Like Carver, see? His aimless hiking that he indulges himself in as a method of soul searching guides himself to this particular side of the island eventually-- even if he did kind of end up taking a less-beaten path for it, too. Stepping through the woods, pushing at wayward branches that attempt to beat at him when he steps through. |
Let's be honest, he's lost. | Let's be honest, he's lost. | ||
− | Volya bounded from foot to foot as the woman danced from clear spot to clear spot of brush, pausing it stare at her cowgirl boots. "I feel you lied to me..." The green bunched neck coverup she was wearing had long lost its vibrant colors from too many washed, the material had grown threadbare along the seams. Over her shoulder was a bag that looked liked an oversized | + | Volya bounded from foot to foot as the woman danced from clear spot to clear spot of brush, pausing it stare at her cowgirl boots. "I feel you lied to me..." The green bunched neck coverup she was wearing had long lost its vibrant colors from too many washed, the material had grown threadbare along the seams. Over her shoulder was a bag that looked liked an oversized Rastafarian hacky sack. Her sun bleached hair was a wind-woven tangents as she held them back to scream, "THIS IS NOT A SHORTCUT!" Sighing away the building rage, she started humming a song as she continue to step, hop and skip her way to her destination. |
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− | Isaac has been out hunting and none too successfully given his appearance, he has a few nasty welts and scratches on his face, the result of a few rather angry bushes and perhaps a fall or two. He's dressed in hunter's camouflage gear, his top and pants decorated with various leaf patterns designed to help him blend in. The | + | Isaac has been out hunting and none too successfully given his appearance, he has a few nasty welts and scratches on his face, the result of a few rather angry bushes and perhaps a fall or two. He's dressed in hunter's camouflage gear, his top and pants decorated with various leaf patterns designed to help him blend in. The cammo is useful but then Isaac makes a terrible amount of noise as he moves through the scrub, the young man seeming to find every dead branch and twig to stand on, even as he is moving slowly. He has a rifle slung over one shoulder, the weapon proving to be something of a hindrance today as it tries to get snagged on ever low hanging branch. All in all, Isaac has had quite enough of this hunting malarkey and is ready to go home. |
Spotting a few familiar faces, Isaac picks up the pace, going less for stalking and more for hiking. "Aloha!" He grins and waves, chuckling as he spots Vee. "I was just hiking through the woods and that, how are you guys doing?" Carver is offered a friendly nod as Isaac makes his way over to Wren, his eyes scanning the ground ahead as his machismo couldn't take another dent right now and falling flat on his face would hurt. | Spotting a few familiar faces, Isaac picks up the pace, going less for stalking and more for hiking. "Aloha!" He grins and waves, chuckling as he spots Vee. "I was just hiking through the woods and that, how are you guys doing?" Carver is offered a friendly nod as Isaac makes his way over to Wren, his eyes scanning the ground ahead as his machismo couldn't take another dent right now and falling flat on his face would hurt. | ||
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− | Volya paused and stretched her hand up to wave at Wren, "Aloha, Wren!" The woman grinned as she took several hops and skips in quick succession to get closer to the fence line. "I was attempting to thread the needle, but..." Peering at the scrub bush growing over the property line, Volya frowned as it was dragged over. "And straight into the brass button..." The woman shook her head, lifting the bag strap over her head to walk over to be out of the way. "These things have to be sorted out, I doubt your critters like these at all." Volya started gently digging through the soil to loosen the roots of the scrubs. It was probably the long way to do it, but it was helping... Sort of. She offered a dirty-handed wave to Isaac, "Aloha, Isaac! Shortcuts may be conscription!" The woman giggled and then back to | + | Volya paused and stretched her hand up to wave at Wren, "Aloha, Wren!" The woman grinned as she took several hops and skips in quick succession to get closer to the fence line. "I was attempting to thread the needle, but..." Peering at the scrub bush growing over the property line, Volya frowned as it was dragged over. "And straight into the brass button..." The woman shook her head, lifting the bag strap over her head to walk over to be out of the way. "These things have to be sorted out, I doubt your critters like these at all." Volya started gently digging through the soil to loosen the roots of the scrubs. It was probably the long way to do it, but it was helping... Sort of. She offered a dirty-handed wave to Isaac, "Aloha, Isaac! Shortcuts may be conscription!" The woman giggled and then back to digging up the scrub. |
− | Lola spies the lot of individuals gathered nearby and pauses in her darting, hunching down by the trunk of a tree thick enough to block the majority of her outline. Her nostrils flare as she tries the smell the air. And more | + | Lola spies the lot of individuals gathered nearby and pauses in her darting, hunching down by the trunk of a tree thick enough to block the majority of her outline. Her nostrils flare as she tries the smell the air. And more usefully, scans the surroundings. The hunter must remain aware of all that happens around her. As much as her imperfect senses allow. |
− | Wren grinned and watched as Carver smacked a mosquito. "You must have found the only mosquito out here today, kane. We don't get them here in Central all that often, you usually find those out in the marsh behind Kailua Bay." He shook his head and chuckled, giving poor Carver a raised set of brows. "Today might not be your day to play poker!" Wren then turned his attention to Volya, beaming brightly at her. "Volya, I can't even tell you how lovely it is to see you today. This stuff has been a proper villain to me all morning." And yeah, he was sweaty as all hell from the battle, but he kept going, continuing to pull scrub through the | + | Wren grinned and watched as Carver smacked a mosquito. "You must have found the only mosquito out here today, kane. We don't get them here in Central all that often, you usually find those out in the marsh behind Kailua Bay." He shook his head and chuckled, giving poor Carver a raised set of brows. "Today might not be your day to play poker!" Wren then turned his attention to Volya, beaming brightly at her. "Volya, I can't even tell you how lovely it is to see you today. This stuff has been a proper villain to me all morning." And yeah, he was sweaty as all hell from the battle, but he kept going, continuing to pull scrub through the fence line. |
The impending form of Isaac got a flash of a smile from Wren. "Aloha Isaac! You should come boar hunting with me later. It's a horrible time of day for it, now, though. They don't like the mid-day heat or sun. If you want to get a good chance of finding them, it starts about dusk, then you hunt them into the night when they're most active." He grinned and nodded to the scrub brush he was removing from the invasion of his property line. "Plenty of work til then, if you want to help out, though." He looked at Carver. "You too, Carver. I'd offered you work at the Farm before, but I'll pay you for the day, cash, if you want to help out now. The same goes for all of you, unless you'd rather I pay you in something else." | The impending form of Isaac got a flash of a smile from Wren. "Aloha Isaac! You should come boar hunting with me later. It's a horrible time of day for it, now, though. They don't like the mid-day heat or sun. If you want to get a good chance of finding them, it starts about dusk, then you hunt them into the night when they're most active." He grinned and nodded to the scrub brush he was removing from the invasion of his property line. "Plenty of work til then, if you want to help out, though." He looked at Carver. "You too, Carver. I'd offered you work at the Farm before, but I'll pay you for the day, cash, if you want to help out now. The same goes for all of you, unless you'd rather I pay you in something else." | ||
− | "I asked for directions and all I got was 'down!', it wasn't very helpful when you get down to it." Isaac seems to be making better progress now, he certainly sounds less like a stampede through a twig factory at least. Coming to a stop next to Wren and Vee, he unclips a canteen from his belt and unscrews the top, taking a swig from blessedly cool water before offering it to the others. "I heard about this place from some guys who frequent my shop, figured I'd go and have a look, see if there were any boars about. I'm starting to think I'd have missed an elephant if there'd been one though, still I suppose it was good exercise." Turning to Wren he nods, "Ah, you see they neglected to mention that at the shop. | + | "I asked for directions and all I got was 'down!', it wasn't very helpful when you get down to it." Isaac seems to be making better progress now, he certainly sounds less like a stampede through a twig factory at least. Coming to a stop next to Wren and Vee, he unclips a canteen from his belt and unscrews the top, taking a swig from blessedly cool water before offering it to the others. "I heard about this place from some guys who frequent my shop, figured I'd go and have a look, see if there were any boars about. I'm starting to think I'd have missed an elephant if there'd been one though, still I suppose it was good exercise." Turning to Wren he nods, "Ah, you see they neglected to mention that at the shop. Smart-asses the lot of them. Could be fun though, I might take you up on that when I'm not quite so knackered." |
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− | "Eh?" Carver sounds out in a grunt as a response to Wren's sudden offer-- or the reminder of such, rather. It's almost imperceptible past the sunglasses, but his eye blinks rapidly in confusion. Was he too adrenaline-filled when that was said and done? It's possible. He doesn't make any effort to question it now, though-- really not the time and place for pointless backtalk like that, | + | "Eh?" Carver sounds out in a grunt as a response to Wren's sudden offer-- or the reminder of such, rather. It's almost imperceptible past the sunglasses, but his eye blinks rapidly in confusion. Was he too adrenaline-filled when that was said and done? It's possible. He doesn't make any effort to question it now, though-- really not the time and place for pointless backtalk like that, after all. So instead, he snaps his eye off to the side for a moment, and mutters, "I don't have need for money," with a click of his tongue against his tongue. Well isn't he just being the friendliest of neighbors today. |
...Or any other day for that matter, come to think of it. | ...Or any other day for that matter, come to think of it. | ||
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− | Off ahead in the tree-line, there is a mechanical noise, from what sounds like someone trying to start an engine. Perhaps a lawn-mower, there's a definite pull, pause, tick tick sound going on over there. Any remaining wildlife that was sticking around has chosen now as a good time to leave, the birds that were flying over head flying | + | Off ahead in the tree-line, there is a mechanical noise, from what sounds like someone trying to start an engine. Perhaps a lawn-mower, there's a definite pull, pause, tick tick sound going on over there. Any remaining wildlife that was sticking around has chosen now as a good time to leave, the birds that were flying over head flying en masse towards the south. A steady rustling builds up from the woods, cracking of branches and what sounds generally like people not trying to hide their presence. |
− | "Eh?" grunts out in bemusement. The matter of | + | "Eh?" grunts out in bemusement. The matter of whether or not Wren is offending him with the offer of work or anything else is apparently completely forgotten on his part, in favor of just watching the lot there pick up rifles and set moving. "The hell are you people talking about?" He mutters promptly, now finally lifting himself up from his low crouch besides a tree, dark brows furrowing downwards along the frames of his glasses. He turns to follow, slowly-- though rather deliberately with a decent distance left between himself and the others. And then there's that noise. For just a moment, he pauses, and his head snaps up, eyes ticking over try to localize the source of it. "...I heard *that*." |
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− | Wren grinned widely at Volya, | + | Wren grinned widely at Volya, glancing back at her over his shoulder. "Oh I remember something about that conversation. And I'm glad he's taken it to heart. I think Isaac needed a little Him time in the woods." Chuckling, Wren looked over to Isaac with raised brows. "He's got that proper walloped native look to him now." Carver got a glance, and Wren just shrugged. "I don't know what it was, but it was movement in the woods. And now... it sounds like someone's going to be cutting down a tree or something." He frowned and looked at the treeline, checking the tops of them to see if any were vibrating or starting to fall over. "I don't /think/ that's a tree falling down... but it's coming this way, we should stay out of the tree line just in case." He stopped moving forward when there was a good 30 yards between himself and the trees. Wren didn't aim his gun at the trunks or anything, kept it pointed to the ground easily in his hands, but he looked decidedly wary standing there with his legs shoulder width apart. |
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− | Volya squinted at the treeline, stopping behind Wren and Isaac. She offered a cheerful nod to Wren, "It is the alternate solution to losing one's mind. I try to be helpful when I can." Waving a hand, she grinned, "I did recommend the smaller pieces. It was meant as sort of a continuous release formula, rather than oozing into a puddle." A giggle slipped out of the woman, and she nodded to Carver, "The island is weird, but I try not to put two-stroke engines on that line. They may deserve a place there, but people don't like it when I stare at them like they're crazy like operating commonplace equipment." She grinned as she | + | Volya squinted at the treeline, stopping behind Wren and Isaac. She offered a cheerful nod to Wren, "It is the alternate solution to losing one's mind. I try to be helpful when I can." Waving a hand, she grinned, "I did recommend the smaller pieces. It was meant as sort of a continuous release formula, rather than oozing into a puddle." A giggle slipped out of the woman, and she nodded to Carver, "The island is weird, but I try not to put two-stroke engines on that line. They may deserve a place there, but people don't like it when I stare at them like they're crazy like operating commonplace equipment." She grinned as she knelt down to pet the grass. |
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− | Beyond the bordering line of trees there is a clearing of sorts and further to the north, a dirt track, a red truck is currently parked further up the track. The scrub isn't quite so dense here, the normal forest wildlife and other fauna doing their best to clear the ground so that other things may grow. Ten yards or so past the treeline, there is the body of what could be a local | + | Beyond the bordering line of trees there is a clearing of sorts and further to the north, a dirt track, a red truck is currently parked further up the track. The scrub isn't quite so dense here, the normal forest wildlife and other fauna doing their best to clear the ground so that other things may grow. Ten yards or so past the treeline, there is the body of what could be a local laborer, he is currently bleeding rather badly from a chest wound that if it were any deeper, would probably be letting daylight in from the other side. Stood over the body is something that looks like a scarecrow. Some 6 foot in height, the face made up of a handkerchief with two buttons for eyes and ragged sewing meant to denote a mouth. The chest and arms, a hay-field blue shirt, multiple patches on the arms and elbows suggesting it was a workshirt that had been donated to the 'cause'. Trousers, boots and gloves are the same, old but serviceable items that outlived their life on the field, put to use to make an idol to scare off the crows. This one is moving though... and holding a bloody chainsaw, it's face and chest both bathed in blood in an almost straight line leading from the guard of the saw and up the scarecrow's body. Just behind the scarecrow are two more 'budget' models, little more than bundles of discarded tree limbs that are being held together by will alone to form a roughly humanoid shape. All three of them are doing their best to pretend at being 'alive' though, even their chests expand and contract as if they are taking in air and there is an always at motion quality to their movements. |
− | The scarecrow doesn't take kindly to the | + | The scarecrow doesn't take kindly to the interruption, button eyes regarding Isaac as he bursts through the trees and then the stick man is moving, far too quickly to be real, his chainsaw almost leaving Isaac a lot shorter than he would be comfortable with. |
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...Or... where an elbow is supposed to be, anyway. | ...Or... where an elbow is supposed to be, anyway. | ||
− | This promptly causes an annoyed sound in Carver's throat, and he bounces to the side, between the scarecrow and Isaac. "Fucking figures," he mutters, over his own internal assessment of this enemy. "Oy, | + | This promptly causes an annoyed sound in Carver's throat, and he bounces to the side, between the scarecrow and Isaac. "Fucking figures," he mutters, over his own internal assessment of this enemy. "Oy, Brit. If you're point a rifle around then keep the hell out of arm's range, will you? I'll keep this thing busy." |
− | Volya smiled at Wren, "I prefer island weird to mainland weird any day of the week, it's hard for the weird to get lost in the shuffle here." The smile melted away when Isaac mentioned screaming. "I think I missed that part." She pointed back to her bag, "You need to take it as a part of a holistic approach, a univer--" And Isaac sprinted off, Volya sighed. "Finding one's center shouldn't require running!" The fact there was scarecrows moving about and entering melee, Volya's nostril arched. "So right... Unless something | + | Volya smiled at Wren, "I prefer island weird to mainland weird any day of the week, it's hard for the weird to get lost in the shuffle here." The smile melted away when Isaac mentioned screaming. "I think I missed that part." She pointed back to her bag, "You need to take it as a part of a holistic approach, a univer--" And Isaac sprinted off, Volya sighed. "Finding one's center shouldn't require running!" The fact there was scarecrows moving about and entering melee, Volya's nostril arched. "So right... Unless something wintry happens, I'm just going to..." She gestured for the sake of Wren and started running to the tree line and past the melee to find the source of the scream. |
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− | The gunshot from Wren's rifle certainly gets the big scarecrow's attention, the | + | The gunshot from Wren's rifle certainly gets the big scarecrow's attention, the straw filled beastie turn it's head to see where the shot came from. Shrugging off any incoming attacks, it heads straight for the local farmer, raising an arm and bringing up it's chainsaw for an overhead move. Dodging at the last moment, Wren narrowly avoids becoming...narrower, the whirring blade whistling past close enough for Wren to smell the lubricating oil on the saw. |
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− | "Not running blindly into a | + | "Not running blindly into a saw blade chasing after someone who's already dead," growls Carver over his shoulder, right in the middle of a duck-and-weave around a strawy limb coming for him. He's focused more or less on the chainsaw-wielding scarecrow, however, and shifts himself ready for a counter-attack on his part-- |
− | ...Only for the chainsaw to go after Wren. "...Eh?" Apparently this wildly confuses Carver. He turns to send a look after the scarecrow with a rapid series of blinks. And then his face twists in sheer anger. "Where the *fuck* do you think you're going," he growls out, suddenly pouncing away from the collection of | + | ...Only for the chainsaw to go after Wren. "...Eh?" Apparently this wildly confuses Carver. He turns to send a look after the scarecrow with a rapid series of blinks. And then his face twists in sheer anger. "Where the *fuck* do you think you're going," he growls out, suddenly pouncing away from the collection of straw-men to go after the chainsaw-wielding figure, as if though the thing changing targets was some kind of heretical offense against his whole family. |
− | " | + | "That thing--" he growls out again, then, when he suddenly bounces to the straw-man's side, and abruptly thrusts an open palm towards it's limb. "...For FUCKING TREES!" And SMASH goes his palm into what amounts to the straw-person's fingers clutching on the mechanical saw. Apparently he doesn't approve of the thing wielding it. For some reason. |
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− | Lola realizes the stealth thing is a losing game for her and ends up simply bursting forward as she gets into range. And she breaks into a sprint at the biggest, baddest. The chainsaw wielding stick man. "Cobra Kai represent!" She swoops in, flanking the thing as she hop skips and snaps her heel down at the side of one of it's legs. A throaty growl rolls in her chest as she slams her heel down hard and barely misses. Hopping back a step she snarls at the thing, obviously offended that it wouldn't let it's leg get smashed like a good little target. Instinct prompts her to snap around, arms up to block the attack coming at her, though the | + | Lola realizes the stealth thing is a losing game for her and ends up simply bursting forward as she gets into range. And she breaks into a sprint at the biggest, baddest. The chainsaw wielding stick man. "Cobra Kai represent!" She swoops in, flanking the thing as she hop skips and snaps her heel down at the side of one of it's legs. A throaty growl rolls in her chest as she slams her heel down hard and barely misses. Hopping back a step she snarls at the thing, obviously offended that it wouldn't let it's leg get smashed like a good little target. Instinct prompts her to snap around, arms up to block the attack coming at her, though the deflection is imperfect, the light gash she gets weathered without a flinch. |
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− | Volya was still nursing the | + | Volya was still nursing the bludgeon when a scent hit her, and she brought her forearm against her nose to guard it. "That... Is not right." When the stick man breaking off, she turned and started running for the source of the smell as fast as she could. When she neared the truck, she looped around for driver's side, frantically searching for the keys to start it up and move it. "Comon! COMON!" The woman was in a near panic as her eyes watered. |
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− | As the sticks and strips of fabric fall from the creature Wren was holding, he dropped its arm and the chainsaw to the ground, spitting. Then came the hollow thump of a branch striking him across the shoulder blades. Letting out a wry chuckle and shaking his head, Wren turned on the newcomer and gave him a smile. "Come on now, that's no way to make friends is it?" Stepping up into the creature, he put his long, muscular arms around it and held him close, tugging him in tightly to his chest with the Stix's arms held fast to its side. "A brotherly hug is all you need, brah." He grunts at the Scarecrow while he squeezes it and | + | As the sticks and strips of fabric fall from the creature Wren was holding, he dropped its arm and the chainsaw to the ground, spitting. Then came the hollow thump of a branch striking him across the shoulder blades. Letting out a wry chuckle and shaking his head, Wren turned on the newcomer and gave him a smile. "Come on now, that's no way to make friends is it?" Stepping up into the creature, he put his long, muscular arms around it and held him close, tugging him in tightly to his chest with the Stix's arms held fast to its side. "A brotherly hug is all you need, brah." He grunts at the Scarecrow while he squeezes it and keeps it in check despite the fierce fighting and attempted flailing. |
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− | Volya slapped at ignition, the | + | Volya slapped at ignition, the key chain giggling as she started the truck up. Working the shift, the gears ground properly and the back tones beeped happily through the trees as the vehicle slowly pulled its way out of the wooded area as she cut the wheel. Stopping, she cut the wheel the other way, gear grinding again as she pulled the truck away from the dump site. Grinning happily, she leaned on the horn to blare its retreat. |
− | Lola is still snappy, still ducking and slapping away attempts by the straw men to do their damage. She's in the zone! And when the chainsaw drops, she's quick snag it. Paused just one moment when she finds it's already turned off. "That's no fun," she grumps. But she's not one to look a gift blunt object in the mouth. She's still eager. "Wasn't there some guy in leather that did this? Am I doing it right?" Wren might feel fortunate the saw is not on because the only thing between him and her swinging that jagged toothed weapon around is just enough | + | Lola is still snappy, still ducking and slapping away attempts by the straw men to do their damage. She's in the zone! And when the chainsaw drops, she's quick snag it. Paused just one moment when she finds it's already turned off. "That's no fun," she grumps. But she's not one to look a gift blunt object in the mouth. She's still eager. "Wasn't there some guy in leather that did this? Am I doing it right?" Wren might feel fortunate the saw is not on because the only thing between him and her swinging that jagged toothed weapon around is just enough layers of animate straw, sticks and cloth that Lola just powers into. Tearing into it with the jagged teeth of the unpowered saw. |
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− | Wren grimaced as Lola brought the blessedly silent chainsaw down onto the animated stick figure in his arms. "Hey now!" He sounded only mildly alarmed, but it was Wren, so maybe that was in his language similar to | + | Wren grimaced as Lola brought the blessedly silent chainsaw down onto the animated stick figure in his arms. "Hey now!" He sounded only mildly alarmed, but it was Wren, so maybe that was in his language similar to someone sounding a Klaxon. He looked at the thing he was holding and shook his head. "No, no. I think I'm done with this." Squeezing him extra tight, Wren reared his head back and brought it forward, HARD, against what had once been the face and dome noggin of the moving sticks. The cracking sound as the sticks broke was harsh and final, and signaled the end of resistance to the armful of kindling Wren was hugging tightly to his chest. |
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− | Wren opened his arms so that the sticks he'd been holding could fall to the ground, and he looked at Lola with a slow, dangerous smile. "I never complain with a lady comes at me all sorts of dangerous, Miss Lola. I was just hoping you'd wait to bring out the heavy machinery til we had a moment alone together." He winked at Lola as his smile turned dashing, then looked over at Vee. Rolling his shoulders, he loosened up a bit as he looked at the other creature that had fallen down. "Looks like they're all down, I'm going to have to drive Isaac to the hospital. Vee... are you looking for him?" He used his hand to indicate body of the man that had been carved thoroughly by the chainsaw before they'd arrived. "I don't know if he's going to be | + | Wren opened his arms so that the sticks he'd been holding could fall to the ground, and he looked at Lola with a slow, dangerous smile. "I never complain with a lady comes at me all sorts of dangerous, Miss Lola. I was just hoping you'd wait to bring out the heavy machinery til we had a moment alone together." He winked at Lola as his smile turned dashing, then looked over at Vee. Rolling his shoulders, he loosened up a bit as he looked at the other creature that had fallen down. "Looks like they're all down, I'm going to have to drive Isaac to the hospital. Vee... are you looking for him?" He used his hand to indicate body of the man that had been carved thoroughly by the chainsaw before they'd arrived. "I don't know if he's going to be OK, but I can take him in the bed of my truck with Isaac to the hospital?" |
Latest revision as of 15:50, 21 December 2017
Got Wood? | |
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This stick to beat you with, this chainsaw to... | |
Dramatis Personae | 27 December, 2007 The Scarecrows come alive to protect the wooded area from the threat of toxic materials. |
Location
Wooded Farmland, Central Oahu, next to Atworth Acres |
Plot(s) |
Vast fields of untended scrub land stretch out for acres on this side of the pastures, the boarding fields almost overwhelmed by choking vegetation and unchecked tree growth. The sun is on it's downward arc and it is thankfully getting a little cooler but then with the disappearance of the sun comes the insects, and the early risers can already be heard buzzing about in the area. While unkempt, there is very much a natural feel to things and those feeling adventurous have been known to use the area for camping or for nature trails, the unchecked growth in the forest means that some of the larger wild life has been left alone and un-hunted, this is a huge draw for those who look out for the bigger game.
Let's be honest, he's lost.
Wren had dressed in a set of well worn blue jeans, his dark brown with lighter brown stitching cowboy boots, and a snug-fitting Tshirt that was currently marked with the obvious sweat from his hearty work. On his hands? A set of heavy duty gloves that make it less likely for him to cut the crap out of his hands as he tugs the offending branches back through the fence and onto his neighbor's property. There is a clear line of what's been done, as the fence is gloriously clean for over 30 yards, and then there's the point at which Wren is standing, and everything after him has random arms of scrub shoving itself through it. He'd literally not been paying attention to anything else until he heard Volya's call of something not being a Shortcut, and he turned his head toward her, grinning as he wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his wrist. "Shortcut to frustration or a seriously hard day's work, maybe. Aloha aiunala, Vee!"
Spotting a few familiar faces, Isaac picks up the pace, going less for stalking and more for hiking. "Aloha!" He grins and waves, chuckling as he spots Vee. "I was just hiking through the woods and that, how are you guys doing?" Carver is offered a friendly nod as Isaac makes his way over to Wren, his eyes scanning the ground ahead as his machismo couldn't take another dent right now and falling flat on his face would hurt.
The sound of Volya's yelling is the first thing that draws him to do something other than just hike through, however-- dropping down suddenly onto one knee with a hand setting onto a tree for support, his single eye hidden behind his sunglasses twitching this way and that to take in his surroundings -- and the various collection of people actually moving in here. For being lost, he sure manages to always get lost badly straight into people. Fancy how that works. It's Wren he primarily reacts to, though-- with a quiet grunt rumbling within his chest, and a head tipping slowly downwards, for just a second or so. Still too apprehensive, still too wary for niceties, apparently.
The impending form of Isaac got a flash of a smile from Wren. "Aloha Isaac! You should come boar hunting with me later. It's a horrible time of day for it, now, though. They don't like the mid-day heat or sun. If you want to get a good chance of finding them, it starts about dusk, then you hunt them into the night when they're most active." He grinned and nodded to the scrub brush he was removing from the invasion of his property line. "Plenty of work til then, if you want to help out, though." He looked at Carver. "You too, Carver. I'd offered you work at the Farm before, but I'll pay you for the day, cash, if you want to help out now. The same goes for all of you, unless you'd rather I pay you in something else."
...Or any other day for that matter, come to think of it.
"Tch," Carver sounds out in faint annoyance thus, head turning to study over the ground around them, only for another frustrated sound to rumble somewhere deep within his throat then. "Is everything on this island fucking weird?" he grumbles.
Beyond the bordering line of trees there is a clearing of sorts and further to the north, a dirt track, a red truck is currently parked further up the track. The scrub isn't quite so dense here, the normal forest wildlife and other fauna doing their best to clear the ground so that other things may grow. Ten yards or so past the treeline, there is the body of what could be a local laborer, he is currently bleeding rather badly from a chest wound that if it were any deeper, would probably be letting daylight in from the other side. Stood over the body is something that looks like a scarecrow. Some 6 foot in height, the face made up of a handkerchief with two buttons for eyes and ragged sewing meant to denote a mouth. The chest and arms, a hay-field blue shirt, multiple patches on the arms and elbows suggesting it was a workshirt that had been donated to the 'cause'. Trousers, boots and gloves are the same, old but serviceable items that outlived their life on the field, put to use to make an idol to scare off the crows. This one is moving though... and holding a bloody chainsaw, it's face and chest both bathed in blood in an almost straight line leading from the guard of the saw and up the scarecrow's body. Just behind the scarecrow are two more 'budget' models, little more than bundles of discarded tree limbs that are being held together by will alone to form a roughly humanoid shape. All three of them are doing their best to pretend at being 'alive' though, even their chests expand and contract as if they are taking in air and there is an always at motion quality to their movements.
...Or... where an elbow is supposed to be, anyway. This promptly causes an annoyed sound in Carver's throat, and he bounces to the side, between the scarecrow and Isaac. "Fucking figures," he mutters, over his own internal assessment of this enemy. "Oy, Brit. If you're point a rifle around then keep the hell out of arm's range, will you? I'll keep this thing busy."
One of the budget model scarecrows makes a lunge for Carver when he emerges, whipping round one of it's branch limbs, aiming for a body strike that ultimately missing. The bundle of sticks hisses at Carver, quite an impressive feat given the lack of lungs or lips.
...Only for the chainsaw to go after Wren. "...Eh?" Apparently this wildly confuses Carver. He turns to send a look after the scarecrow with a rapid series of blinks. And then his face twists in sheer anger. "Where the *fuck* do you think you're going," he growls out, suddenly pouncing away from the collection of straw-men to go after the chainsaw-wielding figure, as if though the thing changing targets was some kind of heretical offense against his whole family. "That thing--" he growls out again, then, when he suddenly bounces to the straw-man's side, and abruptly thrusts an open palm towards it's limb. "...For FUCKING TREES!" And SMASH goes his palm into what amounts to the straw-person's fingers clutching on the mechanical saw. Apparently he doesn't approve of the thing wielding it. For some reason.
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