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[not_that_lockon]

[Well, some time during his previous wanderings in the forest Lyle happened to come across a dagger and he's now sitting pretty in some get-up that looks a little like this. He's also since discovered that he's suddenly a lot more agile - which explains why he's now sitting comfortably in the branches of one of the trees.

... or at least, he was until a group of archers suddenly started shooting at him, almost making him tumble from the tree in surprise. And they don't look very friendly.]

What the hell--?!

[okay, better plan. He'll just be shimmying down this tree really fast now and running away, with the sphere happily recording every detail of this misadventure. There is no shame in running from a group of archers when you are one man with a dagger!]

Okay, the running from people I've done before, but they didn't have arrows. [As if to illustrate his point, one of the aforementioned arrows whooshes over his right shoulder. Yep, he'll just be running until he finds a place to lose them or he finds something in these new clothes that'll help him get out of this situation!]

Comments

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

[oh well, when in a living forest, talk to the trees...]

Hi there.

[mr-dynames.livejournal.com]

Hey.

[the tree waves eagerly at them]

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

[aww, now that's cute]

So, we seem to be a little lost. Any chance of some help?

[mr-dynames.livejournal.com]

[the tree bent in a few branches in a thinking pose before perking up and beckoning excitedly]

I think it wants us to follow it.

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

Follow the leader, then, I guess.

[mr-dynames.livejournal.com]

Follow the leader, it is.

[And so, it leads on through the woods, waving around to some of its friends, who wave back.]

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

Looks like we've found ourselves a whole group of these... [things? trees? ... people?] people.

[mr-dynames.livejournal.com]

[nodding and staring around, as their guide leads on]

Looks that way.

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

At least they're friendly.

[mr-dynames.livejournal.com]

[nods and grins in agreement]

You can say that again.

[and if you look over your shoulder too, you'll find that its friends are starting to follow, making some kind of bizarre forest parade]

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

[Lyle does indeed look over his shoulder and spots the parade]

... well that's something you don't see every day.

[mr-dynames.livejournal.com]

I doubt I'll ever forget this.

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

... me neither.

[mr-dynames.livejournal.com]

[He grins over at him but fails to notice the tree in front of him stopped as he promptly walks right into it and falls on his ass.]

Ow! Could you give a little warning next time, please.

[The tree twists around a little and makes a shushing noise before pointing to a meadow of some sort with a little pond that interrupted a river. Nothing seems to be going on so he looks over at Lyle in bewilderment as the other trees gather along the treeline.]

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

[looks at Neil and shrugs, whispering]

I guess we just watch now and see what happens.

[mr-dynames.livejournal.com]

Works for me.

[Staying as still as he can, he watches intently when something small and bright catches his attention. Then more of the same small somethings come into view and once they get towards the center of the meadow, their figures become apparent as he realizes they've been led to see a bunch of fairies.]

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

[bliiink] Are those...?

[mr-dynames.livejournal.com]

[staring]

...I think so, unless we're imagining all this.

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

[reaches over to pinch his arm] So, are you?

[mr-dynames.livejournal.com]

Hey! [pauses and rubs where he had been pinched for a moment] So we can rule this out being a dream or my imagination.

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

Well, I'll be damned.

[mr-dynames.livejournal.com]

Huh... it's not your imagination, is it?

[reeeeeeeaching over~]

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

[swats his hand away, laughing] Get lost.

[mr-dynames.livejournal.com]

You sure you want me to do that? [grinning broadly]

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

Oh, shut it. [grinning back - as one of the fairies in the distances motions towards them and starts flying in their direction, curious as to what all the disturbance is]