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the_isle2023-10-07 09:03 pm
elvendryad) wrote in the_isle2023-10-07 09:03 pm
Chell intro ★ OTA
Open/locked?: Open!
Who: Chell and an ent, to start with
What: New to the Isle! Come say hi?
Warnings: He may be a bit prickly, depending on who approaches. It has to do with grudges from very bad past experiences, not the thorns present there on the Isle....
So the Isle now had two very obviously living trees... though it wasn't necessarily immediately apparent that both were trees. They were at the edge of the graveyard, about as far out as they could get.
The first tree was much thicker than one might expect, of a tree only about six or seven feet high; the contours of its trunk looked almost like it might have actually been several smaller trees that were melded together somehow, with distinct shapes that ran vertically, wrapping around one another. The bark was smooth, all soft browns, with a few interruptions along it that looked a bit like someone had taken black beads or tiny marbles and pressed a couple of them into the tree here and there. Its foliage, dark and vibrantly green and bushy up at its top, looked entirely out of place there in the Isle. If anyone knew enough about tree species, they might actually be able to identify it as possibly related to figs. Those were trees that grew into one another, conjoining over the years, weren't they? They were popular as houseplants; people could braid their trunks and branches together, and they would reinforce such connections over time, incorporating them into their designs. So what was this one doing here? It wasn't even potted; the lack of much of a root system above the ground, and lack of disturbed ground under it made it look as though it were already well and truly established where it stood, having been there for perhaps a good many years, instead of only just having appeared.
The second tree was less obviously botanical in nature. A humanoid figure was standing near that first tree, inspecting the perimeter, trying to make sense of the area or perhaps find a way out. It looked to be a knight in full platemail -- dark, blackish armor with brown visible in the gaps between the pieces, a dark brownish-greenish cape that fell from the back of his pauldrons, and no helmet, but matching black wrapped around his head, leaving a hole for his face.
On closer inspection, there were tells that this was probably not actually the case: the suit was far too thin for a normal human form to be able to fit inside very comfortably, more likely some sort of exoskeleton than conventionally-worn armor. His face was a bit mask-looking at first, with solidly black eyes, but his ears weren't covered, sticking back with subtle points to them. The rest of his head may not have actually been covered either after all, with how the wood-grained brown of his face faded swiftly into that darker color to frame it, a short but wild little handful of twigs adorning the back of his head, almost crown-like from the front, a couple tiny bright-green buds peeking here and there like jewels. But it was definitely a veneered appearance, the subtleties of the grain flowing around his features as though it had grown into that face, rather than having been carved. A closer look showed a couple of tiny bumps here and there on his armor, one near his elbow even tipped with a tiny spot of green, another leaf bud. But he moved as a person did, head tilted back as he tried to peer over the wall there, and then took another step, still uncertain, frowning....
Behind him, the more obvious tree did not simply get left behind. Its roots quickly proved that they weren't actually buried deep, but were rather a whole lot shorter than expected, and had been holding onto the uneven ground. It let go, lifting itself up a little, and stepped after the armored figure....
They would be exploring around the outside of this new environment, trying to see what there was to see, trying to find a way out to somewhere else. Apparently, even attempting to enter the building nearby wasn't on their To Do list, but they might just manage to find their way down to that fishing spot out on the shore....
Approach them?
((If you'd rather catch them out at the shore/have him find yours there, that's cool too!))
Who: Chell and an ent, to start with
What: New to the Isle! Come say hi?
Warnings: He may be a bit prickly, depending on who approaches. It has to do with grudges from very bad past experiences, not the thorns present there on the Isle....
So a knight and a tree walk into the Isle... stop me if you've heard this one....
So the Isle now had two very obviously living trees... though it wasn't necessarily immediately apparent that both were trees. They were at the edge of the graveyard, about as far out as they could get.
The first tree was much thicker than one might expect, of a tree only about six or seven feet high; the contours of its trunk looked almost like it might have actually been several smaller trees that were melded together somehow, with distinct shapes that ran vertically, wrapping around one another. The bark was smooth, all soft browns, with a few interruptions along it that looked a bit like someone had taken black beads or tiny marbles and pressed a couple of them into the tree here and there. Its foliage, dark and vibrantly green and bushy up at its top, looked entirely out of place there in the Isle. If anyone knew enough about tree species, they might actually be able to identify it as possibly related to figs. Those were trees that grew into one another, conjoining over the years, weren't they? They were popular as houseplants; people could braid their trunks and branches together, and they would reinforce such connections over time, incorporating them into their designs. So what was this one doing here? It wasn't even potted; the lack of much of a root system above the ground, and lack of disturbed ground under it made it look as though it were already well and truly established where it stood, having been there for perhaps a good many years, instead of only just having appeared.
The second tree was less obviously botanical in nature. A humanoid figure was standing near that first tree, inspecting the perimeter, trying to make sense of the area or perhaps find a way out. It looked to be a knight in full platemail -- dark, blackish armor with brown visible in the gaps between the pieces, a dark brownish-greenish cape that fell from the back of his pauldrons, and no helmet, but matching black wrapped around his head, leaving a hole for his face.
On closer inspection, there were tells that this was probably not actually the case: the suit was far too thin for a normal human form to be able to fit inside very comfortably, more likely some sort of exoskeleton than conventionally-worn armor. His face was a bit mask-looking at first, with solidly black eyes, but his ears weren't covered, sticking back with subtle points to them. The rest of his head may not have actually been covered either after all, with how the wood-grained brown of his face faded swiftly into that darker color to frame it, a short but wild little handful of twigs adorning the back of his head, almost crown-like from the front, a couple tiny bright-green buds peeking here and there like jewels. But it was definitely a veneered appearance, the subtleties of the grain flowing around his features as though it had grown into that face, rather than having been carved. A closer look showed a couple of tiny bumps here and there on his armor, one near his elbow even tipped with a tiny spot of green, another leaf bud. But he moved as a person did, head tilted back as he tried to peer over the wall there, and then took another step, still uncertain, frowning....
Behind him, the more obvious tree did not simply get left behind. Its roots quickly proved that they weren't actually buried deep, but were rather a whole lot shorter than expected, and had been holding onto the uneven ground. It let go, lifting itself up a little, and stepped after the armored figure....
They would be exploring around the outside of this new environment, trying to see what there was to see, trying to find a way out to somewhere else. Apparently, even attempting to enter the building nearby wasn't on their To Do list, but they might just manage to find their way down to that fishing spot out on the shore....
Approach them?
((If you'd rather catch them out at the shore/have him find yours there, that's cool too!))
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Then again, he was curious to see if she was willing to speak with him. Not precisely about why she'd assumed he would hurt her. Humans -- he was going to assume this one was, for the moment -- made all sorts of interestingly paranoid misjudgments, after all, and he was rather used to that by now. But in general....
He turned and headed off to the side, to go wait nearer the other side of the thorn wall. If the smaller one continued off that way, they'd come past where he was going to sit behind one of the large stones there, presumably. And he could keep an eye on the ent, as it found a place to settle down not too far away....
Why yes, he was intending to simply wait her out. At her current pace, it wouldn't take that long, would it? Meanwhile, he was going to pick a bit at some small bit of something that was sticking to the edge of his shield, and now was on his arm, some bit of half-sticky foil wrapper or something. How had that gotten there?
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He was silent, keeping an eye on the ent, which didn't wander off out of view, thankfully... and listened.
He couldn't feel her approach, and not being able to sense others was already very much beginning to wear on him... but maybe it was like other figures in other parts of that odd dream? Whatever the case, it simply was, was something he'd have to work around, and so he listened. Listened for footsteps, quiet as they may be, listened for any little sounds she might have been making... after a bit, carefully peeked around the side to check, and then sat back again.
Well, there she was, probably within range to hear if he spoke up much... and the ent had wandered closer.
Very quietly, as if continuing a conversation with only the tree, pretending to be unaware of her, "The little one seemed certain... and if there is a danger here, I'd like to keep you safe. You've wandered off four times already, and we've not been here long. ....If you even understand me, can you... wave?"
The tree did not wave. It tried to step over a bigger rock on the ground and paused, realizing its mistake thankfully before it tipped itself over in the attempt, and attempted to step around it as it slowly explored.
"I thought so. ...Perhaps if the little one comes back, they'll be better to speak with. Perhaps they'd know something about whose place this is...?"
He was hoping that, with any luck, Xion would overhear some of it before she could figure out his position and decide to get too far away to overhear. He was talking to his tree, after all -- why should he lie to it, for her benefit, if he presumably didn't know she was present?
A little pause. "Or maybe they could use help...?"
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Ent... we end... here? Short thread?
looks like it!