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jack_inthegreen) wrote2012-10-22 03:42 pm
jack_inthegreen) wrote2012-10-22 03:42 pm
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not-an-OOM: a gathering of heroes
"Thank you all so much for coming.
"I should begin by introducing myself, as some of you know me but most of you don't. I'm called Jack Green. I'm also called Green George, the May King, Jack o'the green, and a great many other things--but most importantly, I am called the Green Man. I am guardian of all things that grow.
"The creature that is now stalking the bar is like me, yet not like me. Some old gods have managed to move into the modern world, to make niches for ourselves, make lives--while some festered, bitter and forgotten, in the dark. I believe this creature is one of those old gods, half-forgotten except as the 'tree man.'
"Someone remembered an old story of a village in the dark forests that sacrificed their children to this hungry god. This someone gave the old god a shape, a name, and a story, and as stories often do it grew and grew until it became not just a tale told to frighten misbehaving children but into an entity with desires and a will and, most dangerously, hunger.
"It has found an excellent place to feed here at Milliways."
He falls silent.
[ooc: Please see the back_room post for details.]
"I should begin by introducing myself, as some of you know me but most of you don't. I'm called Jack Green. I'm also called Green George, the May King, Jack o'the green, and a great many other things--but most importantly, I am called the Green Man. I am guardian of all things that grow.
"The creature that is now stalking the bar is like me, yet not like me. Some old gods have managed to move into the modern world, to make niches for ourselves, make lives--while some festered, bitter and forgotten, in the dark. I believe this creature is one of those old gods, half-forgotten except as the 'tree man.'
"Someone remembered an old story of a village in the dark forests that sacrificed their children to this hungry god. This someone gave the old god a shape, a name, and a story, and as stories often do it grew and grew until it became not just a tale told to frighten misbehaving children but into an entity with desires and a will and, most dangerously, hunger.
"It has found an excellent place to feed here at Milliways."
He falls silent.
[ooc: Please see the back_room post for details.]
Re: Pie denies discordia
"As far as we can tell, they're not conducting the same kind of experiments anymore," she says. "But the people involved are still alive."
Re: Pie denies discordia
"I'm just a soldier," he says. "Not an agent like you. I figure you probably have all kinds of investigative stuff I've got no clue about."
Beat.
"But when you find them, you ever want backup... keep me in mind, okay?"
Re: Pie denies discordia
"The complications go deeper than that," she admits. (Like, for instance, how one of the men is now her brain-damaged colleague and the other lives in a parallel universe.) "And I'm not looking for revenge, Sergeant. But if they ever start up any trials like that again..."
A grim smile.
"I'll remember you. Thank you."
Re: Pie denies discordia