Sirens And Camping And Orbs, Oh My

[2b_ornot_2b]

Who: 2B, Beau, Keith, and Shepard
What: The Gang Starts The Apocalypse.
When: August 11th and 12th
Where: Nastrandir E4 and F4
Warnings: everybody in this party got the booty, they do.

Their journey begins at dawn, but doesn't really get interesting until midday. Muddy woodlands prove both difficult to traverse and full of secrets, with tools and minerals to scavange, and an odd structure to inspect.

It's gonna make for great camping in the evening, that's for sure.

The next day is when things truly become interesting. There's ruins to explore, a shadow of what this place may have once been, though that's hardly enough to stop them from attempting to scavenge some more... not that there's much to find.

But hey. At least they find a super creepy orb to chat about, so that's nice and absolutely not set to trigger a worldwide mental breakdown!


[Top level at will my guys, make sure to mark if you're good for brief threadjacks, since we'll all be close by each other!]

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[lesbeau]

[She sighs, poking at a charred piece of wood idly with the toe of her boot.]

Guess we had a ton of water. Figures there'd be somebody out there who's all fire too.

[That at least makes sense. She continues to step carefully further inward, trying to spot anything out of the norm.]

What do we even think we're gonna find in here? Lockbox? Something valuable? Or just... anything we can? 'Ss hard to know what we're looking for without any path.

[thermalwind]

Anything we can. I'm looking for how extensive the fire damage is. The mana pool was damaged like this too and the statues on either side of it.

[He withdraws his sword and it vanishes back into a U shaped device he clips to his hip. His hands ghost over the debris and he kneels down to scan the wreckage with his eyes.]

So far, it looks like this area might have been a target. Might be enough left to find out why.

[lesbeau]

[She listens to his comments with a hum, trying to categorize everything in her head as she gazes around.]

Here's what I don't get though. This is a swamp. Those don't just, you don't just make those, they only ever evolve because of a specific climate. So how did all this fire burn so well through this place if it was soggy and humid? This is-- like, charred. That only happens with temperatures that flash the damn place.

[It must have been magic, but even then, the scope of that is... so much.]

Hey, that phoenix people talked about, the sun or something. Was that a fire god? Did we find out?

[thermalwind]

[He gives that some thought as he circles the room. He scans it with his eyes. If only he could change his Bayard into other shapes. He could use a staff right now.]

We didn’t. When the phoenix hatched it scorched the ground of Chol. According to the Jormun, they have guarded that island every time it surfaces. It’s the only place the Phoenix will go to be reborn.

It went right into the sky as it rose. [He brings his fingers to his lips and whistles a few notes low and melodic. Something drops from the sky and sails in, a reddish orange bird singing the same notes. Keith thrusts his arm out and Ember alights on his armored arm.]

This is Ember, one of the children of that Phoenix. I’m not sure it’s Phoenix Fire that did this. Some explosives are focused blasts. If they had that kind of tech it would be easy to do that kind of damage. The more advanced the technology the more precise they could get.

[lesbeau]

[Beau hums, though it's half a hum half an 'ugh' from the bottom of her throat. Not the sort of thing she was hoping to hear.]

Damn. I was hoping maybe that was like, the fire one, and you guys had figured that out already. Aren't elements controlled by one god anyway? Where's the Wildmother when you need her...

[She idly kicks a bit of rotted wood, nudging it aside before proceeding towards a ruined door frame to pass into another area.]

We keep finding weird gods, too. Like, not that it's not useful, but we've got a pantheon of like... stories and celebration? Justice? Farming? Not what I'd consider the ones running the show.

[thermalwind]

It might still be the fire god, just it isn't Phoenix. [Keith says as he reaches up and pets his bird's feathers. He croons a song to the bird and sways just a little on his feet. After a moment he puts two fingers out and tips them skyward. The phoenix leaps off his arm and wings back out the door.

Just as he turns back to Beau he catches sight of something out of the corner of his eye.] Could be the least damaged of the gods are who we're finding.

[He says as he walks back to the bookshelf of ruined books. He kneels down and waits.] We only one Standing Water had some sort of part in things and some places are marked to keep out Storyteller.

[lesbeau]

[She files away that info in her head- just stuff she can't take action on now, but might be able to eventually. She's stepping to the frame, testing it's sturdiness with a nudge of the back of her hand when she sees Keith headed somewhere specific. Beau creeps back, eyes searching the area with deft intent.]

But the pool you all were in. That wasn't a god itself, right? You can't just go inside a god.

[I mean, maybe some you can. Uka'toa did always seem big on that 'consume' topic. But the words are idle as she shifts her head back and forth, and then quickly dons the goggles tied to her waist.]

Hey. Something's here. Reflecting light.

[In a way books decidedly don't.]

[thermalwind]

I don't know what isn't possible for a god. [Then all words are forgotten and Keith goes entirely still and focused. Like a predatory cat his eyes track the faint flicker of light. He moves slowly, each movement measured and precise. The point of his blade presses into the slot between two ruined books.

He moves it to the left beyond the blade is a strange orb with flickering light. Keith shifts to the side to give her room to take a look as he draws his blade back away from the object. He keeps it in hand ready to lift it in defense or to kill.] It looks like one of the orbs.

[lesbeau]

[She goes quiet as she does the same, the goggles affording her the low-light vision she naturally lacks. It's about getting the right angle, and she shuffles a bit to the side so a sunbeam hits the glasses and bounces off of... whatever the hell. But once it's revealed, she snakes in close, taking a peek as she tilts the goggles onto her forehead.]

Shit, yeah. That's one of those things.

[Beau gathers up the hanging sash from her waist, taking the long ends and covering her hands with them to lift it out. She's gentle, but the spiraling cracks and weird buzzing are really not a good sign.]

Well that's weird. Guess you can damage those.

[thermalwind]

What could even do that? Crashing to the floor? [Keith turns and leans forward to see the orb a little better. He studies the flickering lightning and tilts his head to listen to the buzzing sound issuing forth.]

It isn’t just me hearing that sound is it? Sounds like radio static. Are these things wirelessly projecting the memories? [He should get his scanner fixed. It would solve so many problems or it wouldn’t. He frowns and leans closer like a cat watching prey.]

I can’t tell what damaged it.

[lesbeau]

[She doesn't know what a radio is, so she can't comment on that much. But she is lifting it up, turning it over gently, using the sash to roll it around.]

Maybe this is what happens if you throw it in fire. Coulda gotten burned. The stuff underwater wouldn't have dealt with that sort of thing, but it probably went through a lot of falling.

[Okay, note-- don't put that shit in fire. Or as much as she'd suspect.]

Should probably get it out of here so it doesn't break and do some weird bullshit.

[thermalwind]

Might have been fire damage. Whatever did that damage, blackened the stone and that takes a lot of heat to do. [Keith rises to his feet and puts his weapon away. He doesn't even want to risk harming the orb.]

Anyway, yeah. We should get back to the rest of the group and talk about this.

[He makes a hand signal and his wolf by the door rises to his feet and waits for them to emerge.]

[lesbeau]

[Yeah, Beau's being damn careful on this one. She figures she'll roll it in her bedroll and get it back in her pack.]

Yeah. We should let 'em know. Make sure it doesn't stay here and get blasted by some idiot.

[Little do they know, this was... well, inevitable. As much as they tried.]

[thermalwind]

We’ll keep it as safe as possible. [Keith agrees, as he steps out of the building and past his wolf ally. The great beast glances back at Beau and huffs.

None of them know what is ahead . If they had Keith would have tossed it into the sea.]

You have what you need to cushion it?

[lesbeau]

[She thinks she would have, too. Beau transfers it to one hand, using the other to pick at where the sash is tied. After two or three pulls, the knot comes loose, and she pulls it off her waist to start tying it up.]

Yeah, for now. Got some better stuff at the house. Just gonna carry it.

[She looks like a mom carrying a baby, if anything about Beau could be described as motherly. At least it wasn't just thrown in a bag.]