Mad Plans: Freestyle RP!

[Preturbed]

Eli Revelin:

Having seen more or less exactly what I expected during my meditation, I stand and face the man in the tree. I shout at him, trying to get his attention.

"Oy! You stuck in the tree! You're not going to be able to pull that branch out of your arm! Its not pierced, its meshed with the wood!"

To help explain my point I weave my fingers together. Part of me hopes that everyone else is able to hear and understand this as well, since any plans to free him probably involve simply sliding the branch out in the end.

Something crashes to the ground very near me. A branch the size of a young tree has landed in a manner that was less than graceful. Far above, someone dangles whole-heartedly by his arms. It looks like he'll be able to make it, but just to be sure I prepare to catch him.

At the same time, I gather quite a bit of the burning, numbing fungus from the tree and put most of it in my pouch. Shouting once again, I call out to the one who looks most comfortable in the trees.

"Hello! Cat person! Will you help me?"

((OOC: Is non-turn based IC conversation allowed here, or should we put that elsewhere?))

[42PETUNIAS]

(OOC: wow, my bad, for some reason i thought the cat had gone up into the girls tree, this calls for a contrived explanation!)

As Ataska swung to another branch, he got a look at the... mans... face. Then he realized that humans often did that with their hair and clothes, and if he hadnt had such controls over his emotions, he would have blushed.

(OOC: Yahtzee!)

"My apologies miss..ter, i had mistaken you for someone of the opposite gender. Now, you must be in a lot of pain, and i cant imagine getting your arm out of that position would be easy, might i provide a blade to cut the branch, and perhaps some... anasthesia?"

He gritted his teeth at helping a filthy human, but the man was in trouble, and he might be persuaded to provide a reward.

[Ogianres]

The green man looked at the commotion, which before had seem disjointed and spread, but now appeared to be focused. He walked over to where, curiously, a young man was dangling from a tree, with what looked like a branch impaled in his arm. However, there was no blood, so the arm could not have impaled. He pondered about what may have happened, If the branch did not wound the man while entering, it had to enter in a way that completely avoided any and all blood vessels. That branch, however, is far too large to have done such a thing, and could not even have pushed all the flesh out of the way to avoid actual damage. It would have to shrink, contort, then reenlarge and push everything out of the way. Or his arm would have to somehow morph itself around the branch. Curious.

He walked over to the... "People"... watching the strange phenomenon and asked, to nobody in particular, "What has happened to him?"

((OOC: I know what happened, but Agrerius wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention, and I like to think that he was a couple dozen or so yards away anyways.))

[xravi]

Roy Studied the presentation demonstrated by Eli. "Ok so we don't mess with the branch then. How about just cutting it so he just off the tree and the part that he has somehow fused with is not messed with? Can we do that?” Roy glanced at the Dark elf. “Careful now you just might damage him permanently and that would not be cool.” He then looked over the person who walked over. "Don't worry the guy up in the tree is just tapping into his inner self and communicating with nature." He said it in a ironic voice.

[hastur]

"Obviously he has been at the recieving end of a major problem in space time. That branch probably was teleported into his arm. The only way to get it would be amputation and restoration. Someone really should cut him down."

[Myst]

Lindo nodded at "A," and smiled now that he could see the dagger that had been held behind his back. "I'm Lindo Myuso, Pleased to meet you." Sticking his tongue out he added, smiling, "Told ya the branch wouldn't hold us all."

Listening to the conversations below, Lindo came to a conclusion. While he didn't know about communicating with nature or space time problems, clearly the guy growing from the tree needed help, and he was the only one to do it. The red haired guy asking him as much just reaffirmed this, of course.

"Sure thing," Lindo shouted down to the people under the tree. He then proceeded to climb up the tree until he was positioned above the branch that the guy (Dragoon) was stuck to, and pulled his legs up under him. "You might want to catch him, I don't think he'll land well." With that out of the way, he leapt down towards the branch (casting extended pounce to add enough force to break the limb off) and kicked off of it, landing lightly a few feet away on the ground (cat person racial ability).

[Selfish]

Azza had heard high meyhem further on in the forest, and with quick padded feet, raced to the source. Nothing that loud was good, nothing that rumbly was safe.

But try telling that to her curiosity.

With a swiftness ordinarily used to track small woodland creatures to their untimely end, she hovered at the outskirts of the blast zone, gingerly gathering information.
Voices, movement, the smell of powder heated and cooled too quickly. There was also a bitter taste in the air, one of...magic?
Everything told her that this was not the place to be, but still she snooped around... Her part of the forest, hers to discover.
She stumbled onto some sort of clearing, with strangers standing or milling as the case may be.

There was a guy, with an arm sporting a branch therein, and everyone seemed to be looking at him.
Pity she was not a pickpocket at a time like this, she thought, for indeed with the air of bafflement resting on these people there was none *completely* aware of where she stood, she was almost certain of that.

(attempting to hide amongst trees, nearby enough to see folk, not to be seen. - cmon natural er, 16! lol)

[Bisected8]

After hiding for a moment I decided to get a bit closer, hide in the shadow of a tree and see if anyone had something worth stealing.

[Khael!]

(OOC: IC talk? No problem. There really isn't a turn system active right now; my schedule won't allow me to post at regular intervals yet. It will be most important when we do battles anyway.)


Eli, you take four chunks of the fungus; each is a bit smaller than the size of your hand. The catperson happily agrees to help, and positions himself above and to the right of the stuck man. You watch, a little confused. He jumps, firing himself like an arrow toward the branch. It breaks cleanly.
...Oh.
Though prepared to catch the brown-haired man, he lands a lot harder than you anticipate. You sort of catch him, but immediately buckle under the force. You wind up on the ground, sore but unharmed. The man grumbles and grabs his forehead. You see some blood on his fingers.

Ataska, you also notice Dragoon's goatee. Definetely not a woman. You apologize, he grins crookedly accepting it. One of his lower teeth is oddly... a fang? Taking a better look at his face, you catch a glimpse of his eyes under those now-crooked shades. Last you knew, Humans don't have eyes that yellow.
He gladly accepts the first half of you offer, and seems to be declining any anaesthetics when Lindo flies down and severs the branch with a clean kick.

Agrerius, you question is promptly answered by an elven man standing by. Another man, human, makes a very cheesy joke at the expense of the stuck stranger. Seems like he knows the guy.
The question now of course is what the hell was the tree-stuck stranger trying to cast?

Roy, you listen in the hope that Dragoon heard that joke. A second later, you hear a good old "I heard that!" from above. You weren't expecting the snap and loud thud that followed it though. Looks like that nature-y guy broke his fall.

Aramil, in perfect timing with your words, the man falls out of the tree. It's easily evident to you that he has little training in how to safely land. The feline on the other hand... he lands with natural grace a second later.
Despite having someone to break his fall, the stuck-guy's head hits the ground. You hear a clumsly shout of "I'm free!"
Sounds like it could've been a lot worse.

Lindo, you call upon your memories as a cat, your skill and balance... and totally break the branch with awesome precision. Pushing off from the tree's trunk, you land silently on all fours. You look up, admire your hadiwork, and spot a nice little stub of the branch. You also see 'A' peering down with interest. Smiling to yourself, you turn to see the red-haired guy didn't... quite catch the man with blue glasses. He looks okay though. You notice an Orcish looking man has joined the group.

Azza, you think you could have done a much better job at hiding. Even so, nobody is even looking in your direction. Watching them, you're convinced that not all of them were together originally.
You notice a bit of singed burlap by your foot. It has that metallic bitter smell too. You turn your attention to the group again in time to see the stuck guy fall.

(OOC: Okay, I'm alive again.)

Hakiver, you spot the Orcish man who passed you a moment ago. There are several interesting flasks hanging from his belt. Looks like they're tied on there pretty good though.
After moving closer, you also see the red-headed man pick up a bunch of some weird fungus... for whatever reason. Many of the people here seem to live modestly, judging by their apparel. A lot of them are carrying backpacks; this leaves you hopeful.
You see, not too far off (5-10 yards), a lady who's also hiding. She's watching the events with evident curiosity not unlike yourself.
D'oh! A split second later, and she sees you.

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Dragoon laughs slightly as he sits up, grasping his forehead with his good hand. He moves off of the one who broke his fall. "Sorry about the whole, y'know, falling on you thing. Thank you. Thanks too for getting me down, Lindo!"

Adjusting his glasses, he blinks in bewilderment at the number of people present. He fails to take notice of Safra, Hakiver, nor Azza.(Wow what a crappy spot check I made.)

"Wait, when did all of you arrive? Last I was aware, it was only Roy and I making that bet," he winces at his blatant reminding of certain money owed, and reaches for his backpack. He pulls out a small steel mirror, inspects it for cracks, then pokes through some paints and art materials. He puts both away again with a look of relief.

Next he pulls out a small box with a simple latch on its side. Scrambling urgently through the contents with one arm, he unravels a balled-up roll of bandages. A brown dropper bottle falls free onto his lap, thankfully unharmed.

Daubing his head injury with a wad of gauze, he peers back inside the box. "Nuts, some of the sewing needles are missing... uh, anyway. Who are you guys? I think we need some introductions here."

He absent-mindedly extends a genial arm as if to shake hands, quickly returning it to the cut on his head. "...The name's Dragoon."

[42PETUNIAS]

Ataska shinnied down the tree, then came up to the group forming around the man with a branch through his arm, keeping his short sword drawn after seeing the mans strange eyes and fang.

"Still need a blade to remover the excess branch?"

He then took a better look at the branch, how thick it was, and at what part of his arm (forearm, bicep) it had gone through.