July Adventure: Where the Weeds are Now Growing Free

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NEW ISLAND: UMUI

Who: Everyone!
What: Umui appears, and a new adventure begins
When: July 10th and onward
Where: Umui
Warnings: Tag as you go!

'Cause the Dirt is Up to My Eyes
As of July 10th, the mana pools on Ensō and its islets will now allow for travel to the new island of Umui.

Travelers will arrive on a mana pool situated on the C1 square. The thick crops of flowers spring freely across the lush, grassy landscape, clustered in dense knots. The variety behind these growths seems profoundly limited: it is as though each flower has only sprouted around others of its kind, mingling solely at the edges. A large building looms in the corner of the region, a twisting, unfurling mass of piping and a half-crumbled metallic shine.

Whatever lays inside, or beyond the island's limits, is for you to discover for yourself.

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Welcome to the new island of Umui! As the island is now accessible, feel free to begin preparations and explorations in this log, or create new ones of your own! For further information in regards to the island, or plotting, the following links may prove handy:

[ ♆ ] OOC info and introductory post
[ ♆ ] Optional future event sign-up
[ ♆ ] Umui on the Locations page
[ ♆ ] Search Requests page

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Comments

[cacoethes_mori]

"Why wouldn't I?" Foster asks. It's casual, almost simple. But really, he's never been the one to aggress Chip. Their interest in him... their interest to him... he would like to see Chip become more powerful, a greater force of their own will. The fact that their will involves grievous bodily harm... and yet they are torn between that force of their own will and the force of their terror...

That is a conflict that he would like to see decided. He can feel it, a rupture, an extinction-level event that will serve both as climax and resolution, in its metamorphoses. And he would like to... serve as a catalyst, to arm and give ammunition to that (pen)ultimate cataclysm, that change, and see the stronger image of Chip's will take shape before them...!

That said, he is actually a pretty distracted person.

He feels his role in this so strongly because Chip keeps seeking him out. Would he track down Chip on his own, were the child to begin avoiding him?

Probably!

But he can still accept being told to busy himself elsewhere.

Unless, of course--

"Is that all?"

[bitch4bitch]

"'Cuz you're a piece of shit who tried to kill my cousin, and I don't trust you."

Hopefully that will clear things up.

Whether it does or not, though, she takes another step closer, looking him over with a frown. Now that she's here, she needs to check something. It just takes a couple quick sniffs, and--

Wait. Wait what the fuck, that can't be right. She jerks back, teeth bared. "--Are you a fucking fae?"

[cacoethes_mori]

Her what?

For a confused second, Foster thinks Erika means Chip, and he's immediately testy; he made no attempt to do anything of the sort, in fact the only thing he ever did to Chip in reality was give them the opportunity to be his executioner, to act as they wished, let fate guide their hand--

He's given less time to protest, though, because she advances on him, and for one brief, exhilarating moment, he thinks she's going to attack him.

But no.

No, instead--

The light that sparked, briefly, in his eyes, dies. It's replaced with a look of disappointment.

"Of course not."

[bitch4bitch]

Don't worry, Foster, the possibility is still very real.

"Then why do you smell like one?" She doesn't have a whole hell of a lot of experience with fae herself, not the way some people do - but there's no mistaking that scent, the sharp smell of magic-saturated life, of damp wood and moss where it shouldn't be able to grow.

[cacoethes_mori]

"Did you just smell me?" Foster is torn between repulsed and excited, wades through the surf, advancing laterally while maintaining near-equal distance from both Erika and the shore.

Instead of a helpful response, however, he laughs--it's short, at least, and stops to duck his head, angling so that he is, from a certain perspective, looking up at her.

"Not everything about me is accidental."

[bitch4bitch]

"Uh, yeah, I kinda just said that. Not that it took a lot of effort; hell, we're out by the ocean and I could still smell the green dripping offa you."

She makes a face, tracking his movements carefully - watching to see if he moves closer, of course, but also if he's doing anything suspicious, anything that might be some kind of ritual setup. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?"