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farsickness2020-02-08 06:00 am
realmjumper) wrote in farsickness2020-02-08 06:00 am
Down the Rabbit Hole
WHO: Eufemia and OPEN
WHEN: 2/7 - 2/12
WHAT: Arrival and hunting
WHERE: Outskirts of Gazin, Outside Vasari Forest
WARNINGS: Nada
I. Arrival
It happened again it seemed. The sensation of changing worlds was always the same, but the lead up had been different. There wasn't a fire or explosion this time, no folding in on herself, only waking up in a new place and being fully aware that this wasn't the world she knew before. Even the aftermath was different, with clothes actually on her back than burning away along with the ground under her. There were no wounds, no blood and gashes, as though she had just woken from a dream.
It seemed strange to Eufemia that she could actually get to her feet without pain. Her muscles didn't ache and there wasn't any sign of cataclysm around her, which might be a blessing. Whatever happened, it didn't attract attention and gave her a chance to get her bearings. But without the storm that often accompanied this, she could only gather there was something different about this...less her cause and more something else's.
There was a sign at least, something to give her a clue where she might be.
"Gazin," it meant nothing, but that wasn't exactly a surprise by now. "What world is Gazin in?"
II. Vasari Forest
Given how dense and vast the forest was, Eufemia was careful not to venture too far without some sort of life line. She had managed to haggle for some rope along with the makings of snares and traps. She tied the rope to the tree closest to the exit, knotting the other end around her waist. She ventured in, looking for signs of animals and disturbed foliage, remembering the lessons she had learned from the hunters of her tribe. She was still an amateur, but still knowledgeable enough to set a decent trap.
There was no knowing what sort of animals lurking inside, but so long as they had decent meat, it didn't really matter.
She waited outside the woods, not bothering to remove the rope just yet. She had gathered some reeds and started to weave a basket for herself, watching as some others approached, ready to brave the woods for exploration. "I wouldn't go too far in. It's thick in there."
WHEN: 2/7 - 2/12
WHAT: Arrival and hunting
WHERE: Outskirts of Gazin, Outside Vasari Forest
WARNINGS: Nada
I. Arrival
It happened again it seemed. The sensation of changing worlds was always the same, but the lead up had been different. There wasn't a fire or explosion this time, no folding in on herself, only waking up in a new place and being fully aware that this wasn't the world she knew before. Even the aftermath was different, with clothes actually on her back than burning away along with the ground under her. There were no wounds, no blood and gashes, as though she had just woken from a dream.
It seemed strange to Eufemia that she could actually get to her feet without pain. Her muscles didn't ache and there wasn't any sign of cataclysm around her, which might be a blessing. Whatever happened, it didn't attract attention and gave her a chance to get her bearings. But without the storm that often accompanied this, she could only gather there was something different about this...less her cause and more something else's.
There was a sign at least, something to give her a clue where she might be.
"Gazin," it meant nothing, but that wasn't exactly a surprise by now. "What world is Gazin in?"
II. Vasari Forest
Given how dense and vast the forest was, Eufemia was careful not to venture too far without some sort of life line. She had managed to haggle for some rope along with the makings of snares and traps. She tied the rope to the tree closest to the exit, knotting the other end around her waist. She ventured in, looking for signs of animals and disturbed foliage, remembering the lessons she had learned from the hunters of her tribe. She was still an amateur, but still knowledgeable enough to set a decent trap.
There was no knowing what sort of animals lurking inside, but so long as they had decent meat, it didn't really matter.
She waited outside the woods, not bothering to remove the rope just yet. She had gathered some reeds and started to weave a basket for herself, watching as some others approached, ready to brave the woods for exploration. "I wouldn't go too far in. It's thick in there."