Hedge Patrol IV
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The treetops sway, whatever was moving in them continues growing more obvious in their movements when Liam's voice raises in greeting.
It starts slowly, then happens all at once.
A flurry of shadow black and gore red feathers, five eyeless vulture-like birds, the size of kindergarteners resting now on bending limbs. One of the five croaks, in a high nearly shrill voice, "He is dying. Spring will speak."
Y'all can roll Perception!
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MantleSonnie didn't spend any time answering Circe's quips. Being in this thicket, surrounded by weird animals... it all was too much. It reminded her of the Screaming Jungle.
Thank fuck it wasn't quiet.
The Monkey eyed the vultures suspiciously, but she kept her staff shouldered, appearing non-hostile for the moment. "Well, howdy there. So, the metal man's still alive? Can he be saved?" She wondered if she was the Spring to speak, or if they meant Liam. Or something else entirely.
Health: 8, Glamour 7, Willpower 4
Gear: Hedgespun Staff (+1 DMG), Hedgespun Boots (+1 SPD), Hedgespun Coin Pendant (+1 DEF), 3 throwing knives (concealed), a bottle of water, a baggie of trail mix, smartphone, plastic keychain of a cloud blowing wind, Goblin Fruit (1 Coupnettle Tea and 2 Ertwen).
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Circe hums and holds her tongue. The birds have asked for Springs to speak. Extrovert she was, but not a Spring. Circe keeps her eyes upon the figures, though her ears are bent outwards. She is confident in her reflexes if they get violent.
Ah, tunnel vision focus.
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Spring MantleThese strange creatures aren't too far what Liam recognizes to be scavenger birds. Carcass eaters. But the fact they refer to the rusting Changeling as 'dying' and not 'dead' gives him a brief surge of hope. He's not all gone! Perhaps he'd walk out of the Hedge with one less dead body on his watch this time?
"And Spring thanks you for the opportunity to speak." He nods to the speaker-vulture. "We aren't looking to encroach on your turf, but this little guy still has some spark in him so we'd like to get him someplace safe to care for his wounds." There's genuine concern in Liam's voice, even as he keeps his smile intact so as not to let on that he or his crew were easy targets for the vultures. "If there's something up with the fruit he's interacted with, we can discern what's going on and prevent your ecosystem from suffering further damage. Keep other, easier prey from leaving." He speaks to the creature's guts, hoping they'd skip out on one possible meal to secure others in the future...
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(Fast Reflexes 1 via Pledge)
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Sonnie and Circe see it, attached to one of each of the bird's legs is a metal cuff. A sort of bronzey colour, except for the one that first spoke. That one is wearing one that's more golden.
The gold cuffed speaker bird tilts it's head, feathers ruffle, "He will not be saved. Springs will speak - will speak." croaking out a laugh as Liam's smooth words wash over the hedgey corridor, the head nods towards the still metalflesh, "And learn. Learn."
It seems the Lost are free to move towards the metalflesh and free his body from the vines.
Oh! I totally forgot you guys can roll Int+Occult to try and see if you can tell what exactly the Birbs are
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"Huh. So, like a radioactive waste deal. Dead, but not fast about dying." Well, that sounded like the metalflesh's only help could be a bullet to the head. And those weren't cheap. Well, they were, but the birdies might be more deserving of the lead. In theory, enough healing fruit juices COULD save you from anything.
Though it was really hard to go full tube Luke Skywalker due to the rarity of the fruit.
Though more importantly, what were these red vulture? Crimson maybe? Blood? That'd be spooky and scary sounding. Though a long burst would probably drive them off.
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MantleSonnie didn't trust the vultures. Because, you know... they were freaking vultures. Well, Hedgebeast vultures, which was probably worse.
She looked towards the dying Elemental, wondering how she'd get him out of the rough without wading in there. "My staff lacks a hook, so if anyone has a bright idea on how to pull that dude onto the path, I'm all ears."
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"I've got duct tape, a knife, and a tool. Could rig something," Circe tells Sonja Wu.
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Spring Mantle
For scavengers, these critters are articulate. Or maybe they're like parrots who only know certain phrases? Either way, Liam thinks he's got an idea of what they might be.
Whatever they were, their uncaring nature was starting to grind Liam's gears. The Giant winks down to Circe and Sonnie as they talk grabby options and looks back up at the speaker-bird. "Spring begs to differ." His smile is still there, but Liam's branch-bone and bark-flesh begins to stretch and lengthen as he calls upon his Kith's strength to tower over all those present. And, more importantly, give himself some reach. "Heeeeee'l beeee fiiiiiine." Liam's voice stretches in a rumbling bass, labored as vocal cords strain to make legible sound. He reaches out to gingerly grab the Metalflesh and pull him into the Giant's chest.
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Liam is now Size 8 for the rest of the Scene
(Fast Reflexes 1 via Pledge)
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Each of the lost wrack their brains and remember these hobs, are creatively called blindbirds, carrion eaters, some call harbingers of bad luck, and only appearing when death is nearby. There was also something that was nagging them, something they couldn't quite remember, something important about the way they speak...
Liam makes the how to get the Metalflesh out of the vines conversation moot, by leaning into his Blessing and streeeeeeeetching. Growing double his normally great size, into something that puts the giant into gentle giant. If before, his shoulders were brushing up against the cordoned off vegetation, they were now pushing it back.
The Hedge around the changeling gives easily as Liam reaching towards the Metalflesh, pulling him out of the wall. Once out of the wall, it is very clear that Sonnie's original observations are true. This man is very, very dead.
"You'll free him of the vines - the vines - " comes the croaking voice, very obviously after Liam has already pulled the metalflesh out.
If you wanna roll another Int+Occult to figure out the trick about they way the blindbirbs speak, you can do so! If you don't, that's cool too
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