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gameofmana2016-09-30 11:07 pm
npcsofmana) wrote in gameofmana2016-09-30 11:07 pm
[Event] Pumpkiller
Who: A very big and magical Jack-O-Lantern and you
What: A giant pumpkin is trying to take over Domina... or something like that.
Where: West Domina, past the residential area
When: Day 33
Other: Likely some violence. Check the post for more info and ask any questions here.
At least, that's what the usual mail pelican is frantically squawking about on the front steps of home with her feathers going everywhere as she flaps her wings.
And.... there are some very disconcerting dark clouds gathering around Domina that haven't yet started intruding on the sky around Home. Perhaps this merits some checking out.
To those that venture forth, they'll notice that Domina is eerily quiet as they step into it from the road. Both Domina's tavern and inn seem empty, which is a strange thing in itself. Anyone who's visited the town regularly will have noticed that those two places, for good reason, are often the most lively places in town.
Just where has everyone gone....?
What: A giant pumpkin is trying to take over Domina... or something like that.
Where: West Domina, past the residential area
When: Day 33
Other: Likely some violence. Check the post for more info and ask any questions here.
At least, that's what the usual mail pelican is frantically squawking about on the front steps of home with her feathers going everywhere as she flaps her wings.
And.... there are some very disconcerting dark clouds gathering around Domina that haven't yet started intruding on the sky around Home. Perhaps this merits some checking out.
To those that venture forth, they'll notice that Domina is eerily quiet as they step into it from the road. Both Domina's tavern and inn seem empty, which is a strange thing in itself. Anyone who's visited the town regularly will have noticed that those two places, for good reason, are often the most lively places in town.
Just where has everyone gone....?
Sam and Dean Winchester (two for the price of one!!!)
Dean has a sword. Acquiring a weapon had been on the top of his to-do list after arriving here, just as it had been for Sam.
Winchester priorities.So Sam had taken him to Domina the day after his arrival and Dean (who is in actuality more of a geek than Sam, at least in regards to things like this, Sam's pretty convinced) had to have a sword. Unfortunately he hasn't had as much time as Sam has to practice with it so he's pretty much swinging it around like a buffoon in an effort to hit things.It's still working better than Sam's strategy, though, because close-range combat and archery don't mix well, and he keeps getting gnawed on by the smaller pumpkins before he can take them out, trying to kick them off and stomp on them and cursing all the while.
All in all, it's kind of a ridiculous spectacle and probably high on comedic value but they're trying.]
[ ooc: tagging here will start tagging order of you -> sam -> dean (
+ 1 judgmental teenager
[If Sam- let alone Dean- don't recognize the lanky mess of a teenager currently watching all of this mess from the safety of a tree on the outer edges of the clearing, well, that's understandable. Chikusa and Ken seem to only come to Home when they need to sometimes, and that's usually for sleep.]
[Also what are social skills? We just don't know.]
[Either way, enjoy the peanut gallery you didn't ask for, boys.]
oh boy just what they need lmfao
So, yes, he recognizes Chikusa by sight but not by voice, nor have they ever really met. Which means the first expression Chikusa ever garners from Sam is a disgruntled, slightly bitchy look. He's still concerned when he discovers the words are coming from someone young and who doesn't immediately appear to have any sort of weapon or way to defend themselves, though. Not currently in any immediate danger either, but Sam would feel better if he were over in the park and away from these antics entirely.]
What? Fighting sentient vegetables? Yeah, this is a new one even for us.
[He has to turn his attention back to the task at hand though because his legs are now completely entrapped in vines. He's about point two seconds from being felled like a tree.
TIMBER.]thems fightin words
[ Dean is a little preoccupied here but that doesn't mean he doesn't hear the comment come from off to the side, the one that screams that he and Sam suck at this, don'tcha know. And really, Dean's not in the mood. He's not in the mood for a lot of shit right now but none of it is anything he's talking about. But at the very least, he's got something now to take his emotions out on. Granted, it involves swinging his sword like a maniac, but he doesn't really care too terribly much about his style so much as what he's trying to chop to pieces. The important part here is destruction and demolition, and that's all Dean cares about while he tries to spear a pumpkin and then shake it off the point of his sword. ]
Skellington a little too much for you to take on, huh- Christ, Sammy-
[ And then Dean's trying avidly to wrench around behind himself to loop an arm around Sam's bicep to keep him from- oh god, please don't fall on him, PLEASE DON'T FALL ON HIM. He cannot untangle you from the vines if you fall on him at the same time!! ]
can you even fight him when pumpkins are kicking your ass tho
[The two people he's watching, however? Well. There's no good way to spin being felled by tiny pumpkins, no matter how many there are.]
[Chikusa stays riiiiight where he is. Still too much effort, still too much danger when there's a pair of weirdos flinging their weapons around.]
[...Although.]
[Raising a hand to his mouth, he raises his voice a little more.]
If they kill you, I'll take your weapons.
[It's not even a request.]
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You're not actually helping! You shouldn't be here anyway, go wait with the others in the park, we'll-- [He's about to say "we'll take care of this," but he realizes how ineffectual that would be given their current predicament, so he bites it back down and shoulders his bow, pulling Avandrel's knife from its sheath on his upper arm to slice the vines well enough he can kick the pumpkins back.]
Dean, will you just focus on covering me instead of going after everything tooth and nail? [He seems focused way more on pure destruction than on any sort of strategy, and Sam can tell.] I'll aim for the Pumpkin King.
[Because yes, he had actually gotten that Jack Skellington reference. Not that he really thinks shooting the largest one full of arrows will take it down quickly or anything, but it's worth a try, right?]
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He's dealt with more irritating things lately - having a teenager wheedle insults against them is hardly as bad as having his liver t-- Nevermind.
Focused on the task at hand, his own task of slashing and hacking, his attention whips around when Sam makes the demand to be covered. It makes Dean's expression scrunch for a moment, not exactly wanting to be covering Sam, when he should be protecting him. He should be the one leading the way - he didn't sell his soul so that Sam could get himself killed by the Giant Pumpkin and it's oddly nerve wracking, more so than usual, but he at least tries to keep his hackles down as best as he can. ]
What're you gonna do, Sammy- beat it to death with your bow?
[ .... okay, so he could have thought of something more inciteful to say, or at least encouraging but, he nods his head up towards the Big Boss before glancing back around, which is the best he's gonna give. ] You know I got your back.
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[Still, at least it looks as though they’ve got things a bit more under control now. There doesn’t seem to be as many tiny pumpkins now trying to tangle around them, and there might actually be a plan going into action. He shifts from where he is, glancing over the chaotic battle scene.]
It’s not going to do anything, you know.
[Yeah, the peanut gallery is still in full affect. And, no, he’s not helping still.]
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He's tempted to respond to Dean's question with "No I was thinking maybe I'd sing it a lullaby" but now's not really the time, so he keeps his snark in check and settles for a slight roll of the eyes and then a nod at the rest of what he says. He does know that Dean's got his back, it wasn't and has never been in question. Sam just needed him to be more focused and less bent on hacking things to pieces.]
Try and keep me clear of the smaller ones while I'm aiming?
[Then their audience is speaking up again and Sam sets his jaw, grits his teeth, trying not to lose patience. If this guy had actual suggestions, Sam was willing to listen, but so far it sounded like he was only having fun by distracting them with rude comments rather than anything useful. So Sam's outright ignoring him now, lifting his bow and setting an arrow before taking aim and firing at the largest pumpkin in the lot...
...And hits one of the large vines around the thing that quickly gets in the way instead. Sam curses under his breath.]
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Keep 'em coming buddy, he just doesn't give much of a shit. Hell's got one up on you when it comes to making him feel like crap, even if his temper is a thing that's easily spiked right now. It's just-- complicated. ]
You say that like it wasn't what I was already doing.
[ Okay no that's kind of a lie, Dean was just going to town because he could, but now he's got his gaze scouring the vicinity, looking hither and to and jabbing the next pumpkin that even dares to cross the invisible threshold that Dean's created in his mind, the one that deems that they've gotten too close to his little brother and deserve to die. ]
There's gotta be a source for the thing- something that's beefing it up. [ Dean's words come grumbled under his breath as he spears another pumpkin and shakes it off his blade, giving it a hard throw and watching the pieces splatter satisfyingly. ]
For Dean, post-battle??
Sam barely notices the broom he just caught in his hands that had come flying at him because all of a sudden a light is streaking towards Dean, and Sam reacts on instinct by closing the distance between them... to push Dean out of the way or take the hit himself, he doesn't really know, but neither action winds up being needed when the little elemental spirit doesn't hit him but instead bursts forth in front of them. It does it's thing, both Winchesters sort of staring until out pops the amulet and it hits Dean in the chest.
Sam's actually the one who catches it before it falls, turning it over in his hand between them so Dean can see it too, the familiar piece of metal with a sweet memory held in it. It looks the same as it always has to him, not damaged at all by the fire creature that brought it to them. Sam's smiling instantly, and he looks up from the item to his brother's face.
"Guess someone or something around here grants wishes." Not specifying which one of them would have made a wish for it. Maybe they both had.
He leans the broom against his side in order to lift the necklace by its cord with both hands, holding it so he can slip it over Dean's head if he lets him.
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Yeah, okay- that's not weird at all.
"Uh."
Real verbose there, Dean. He sort of stares at the empty space of where it had been for a good few seconds, blinking before his brow furrows into utter confusion and he waves a hand forward as if trying to capture what had been there only seconds before. "Did you- the fuck kinda cutesy bullshit was that, I think I just got beamed by a flaming tribble."
It's really the best kind of explanation he's got for what just happened, and it takes him another few seconds to realize that it's Sam who's looking over the amulet like he just received the best present in the world all over again. It takes Dean another stuttered second of confusion before he finally eases off the brakes a little and his shoulders slump, chilling out because Sam's offering him his gift all over again and he just goes ahead and bows his head like it's oh so easy, like there's nothing else in the world to worry about.
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He slips the amulet over Dean's head and adjusts the cord so it's hanging straight before dropping his hands to his sides, loosely holding his new broom again.
"Looks good. Maybe it was a thank you for helping fight the pumpkins? I don't know, Dean. But I am glad you have it again."
He picks up the broom now, lifting it with both hands and laying it horizontal over them so Dean can look at the item too. "And I got this thing thrown at me."
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Not to mention, the fact that it had it in the first place? The fact that it threw it at his head, gathered it up from home, knew he wanted it-- they're all questions that need answers and it makes Dean uncomfortable, even as he lets Sam drape the amulet around his neck again. It's all a little much to take in at once (even if it's not that much, comparatively) and he stares down at the amulet for a good few seconds, pleased by its presence but not in the slightest bit mollified.
"Wanna know how the fuck it even got it in the first place--" Of course Dean's going to be suspicious about this, of course he is, and he stares off at nothing in particular for a moment before finally snapping back to attention and nodding at the.. uh, broom that Sam received for his troubles.
"You gonna reenact Fantasia? Cause I think they forgot the hat."
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It's something he's wondering about too, how that creature or whatever had ended up with it. "Yeah. Maybe other people have seen those creatures here and could tell us more about them. I've been meaning to visit the church here in Domina. It might help to know some of the religion or legends around here. Could help us figure out how we wound up here, too," he says thoughtfully before turning his focus back on the broom.
He runs his fingers over the strange markings, sort of like runes, etched into the newer wood of the handle. He's pretty sure it's not going to come to life and start moving around on its own like a Fantasia broom... Though his child self would have probably been ecstatic to see that. It still feels like it could be magic though, in the same way those pumpkins had. Enchanted pumpkins, a broom... Seemed Halloween and possibly witch related, at least in the terms of the world Sam knew.
"I don't know about that, but it might not be too far off?" He gives a shrug and starts messing with the broom then, out of curiosity, turning his back to Dean so he's pointing the thing at a nearby broken pumpkin and not at his brother.
He tries a few gestures, concentrating but feeling a little stupid at the same time. Like he's pretending to conduct an orchestra with the damn thing or something. Which is sort of Fantasia after all, he thinks.
Suddenly a straight line of flames seems to burst from the tip of the handle, shooting at the pumpkin and setting the remains on fire. Sam almost drops the broom in surprise, but turns a wide-eyed look at Dean. Because what the fuck. He'd been expecting it to a certain extent but still the revelation that it really was magic was... off-putting? Disturbing? Certainly not comforting, at any rate.
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"Put that on the to-do list. Might actually find something worth reading."
Dean's distracted enough by the thought of what could be found inside a church that he isn't wholly paying attention to what Sammy's doing with the broomstick. Maybe if he had been, he would'a popped him one upside the head just to get him to quit it, because playing around with anything inscribed with runes is a bad idea and Dean's fairly sure that Sam should know that. Even in a different world with different rules, playing with magical artifacts is just a big no-no unless you know what your'e getting in to.
And they obviously don't.
Which is probably why Sam becomes the next best pyro. Good thing it's a pumpkin and not some poor forlorn person walking by, otherwise this would be all kinds of a much bigger mess.
"The fuck, Sammy-!" Dean's alert within seconds, his attention twisted between the fire and Sam and the broom and all back again. It doesn't take him but half a second to try and swipe the broom handle from Sam's hands because can they put it down now please, this is dangerous shit, what is going on.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to play with your broomstick?"
He's very funny, everyone laugh.
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Sam doesn't laugh. Instead he responds to Dean's comedic relief not-question with some dry lines of his own. "Oh, good. You've found a new euphemism. The old ones were getting kind of stale." He points at the broom, moving past Dean's hilarity and getting back to the matter at hand. "We're taking that with us. I'd rather have it in our hands than in any of the teenagers'." Or really anyone else, for that matter.
"You know, it could also be a clue to how we got here and how to get back. And let's face it, Dean, at this point we could use any lead we can get." Whether it was dangerous or not.
However, it's still probably a better idea to head to the church as their next step. Though they could always take the broom there. He knows there's supposed to be a Reverend that's generally friendly and willing to answer questions and help. He's just not sure how much he might know about the arrival of all these different people into a previous empty giant tree, but it would make sense for him to maybe know something about the broom and its runes, and its ability.