Open Post - Ever Forest

[serotinously]

One would think as one walked into these woods, that they'd been transported back in time. The very air around it breathed ancient without the gloom and dust that often accompanied it, instead the air was just heavier and a bit more solemn. Trees were not placed tightly packed but close enough that it gave the feeling of being enveloped in a warm hug of nature. And the fauna of the forest helped in that matter, the songs of songbirds high above and the soft chittering of squirrels that hid the quiet footsteps of nearby deer. It was if all technology had been washed away... There were no sounds or signs of humanity anywhere in this forest, only deer paths.

As one walks further in, the light remains constant as though time has also frozen in its old age. There's a brook or a small river nearby, you can just barely make it out over the stones in the waterbed. And a soft humming. Perhaps there are humans in the wood after all, or a fae.

But no, should the curious mind follow the source of the sounds they'll find a small clearing. There's what looks to be a fire pit well away from the main structure, indeed quite a few of them. But when looked at more closely one would see that the ground was freshly turned in the middle of said patches and the fire ruptured after the fact. The rows of crops leading up to the house tell a slightly different story, they seem to have survived any sort of burning. Though honestly they look like they're in need of a decent watering, the corn not quite ready for harvest.

The structure itself is rather...well, almost like a homeless person had slapped together a shack and supplied it a thatched roof. (X) And out of it pops a modestly clothed woman though the clothes look like they'd seen better days and better mending but they're serviceable still. With her is a bucket and ladle, she seems intent on not sloshing it on the ground that doesn't need water as she heads towards the field.

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A little late, but... hi.

[herpetreaper]

"Virginia?!" Not again. He could see not far away that the truck had hit someone. That there was blood smeared across the ground. He knew from his internal clock as well as the pocket watch, that she would be dead. Again. Still he had grown so used to following her that he felt a moments... panic? He ran through the small town towards her, pocket watch in hand, watching it.

Just as he rounded the truck he herd her coughing. The watch ticking again. He stumbled to a stop and--

There were trees. Death straightened up and looked around at the sudden change. "Not this again..." He sighed, reaching a hand up to comb through his hair and ruff it up a little all at once. This was happening more often then he liked.

The wooded area was calm at least, and his pocket watch ticked along just fine. He put it up in a breast pocket and started to wander. Sometimes his job took him places he didn't expect. At least not in this vessel. Still, he wandered until he found the little shack and saw the woman leaving it. Curious.

He pulled the watch out to get a read on her time left, but it didn't give him anything. Death wasn't here to collect, then. As the woman moved off towards the field, he followed, watching her for the moment.

"Excuse me, miss?" He called out as he got closer.

o/ Take your time~

[serotinously]

Seems like someone else is playing "yank around the supernatural" and see how long it could take them to get back to where they were. At least if it was long enough you might be able to escape any kind of retribution. But he could rest easy as it wasn't the brunette. At the sound of his voice she jerks, the bucket sloshing but the water thankfully hitting cabbage she intended to water. The yelp that escapes her sounds rusty, as she hasn't spoken in months. There wasn't much need to when you were the only person around for miles and miles. Most folks avoided the forest and the eerie feeling that it gave off, which was why it was the perfect place to make home. She whirls to face him, more water spilling (thankfully) on other thirsty plants, "Wh-who?" Fye squints at him, "How did you..." ...What are you wearing? Is he a fae come to kick her out of the forest? But he doesn't feel like the forest. Still strange, but not the same strange. Drawing herself up and squaring her shoulders, "Who are you and what do you want?" Hefting that poor, beat up ladle.

<3

[herpetreaper]

This has happened to him a few times now, so yank around the supernatural is starting to become a trend. Sadly. At least it let him keep his vessel. Malach winced as he seemed to startle the young woman anyhow, a splashing of water as she turned. This entire area seemed to need water. As for his own attire, it was a bit out of the usual for her, wasn’t it? Jeans with small tatters in them, a white button up and a black vest with gold buttons. Over that a blazer that had seen better days. At least it wasn’t one of Virginia’s band shirts. That would have been hard to explain. He lifted a hand, palm out, to show he meant to harm. “I’m not quite sure of the how I got here, but I can answer the who at least. My name is… well, I go by Malach, and, and I don’t want anything, other than to know where I am?”

omg it would help if i was on fye instead of lavi

[serotinously]

Can't really blame her for being startled, it's not like these forests are heavily populated. If he's at all able to read tracks he'll see that all of the ones here aside from his fresh ones were made by the same boots. (Does he even leave footprints as Death?) But yes, vastly outlandish fabric at the very least when everyone is still wearing woven clothing. Even with the outstretched and empty hand she shows an unusual amount of suspicion, which, given the environment of her home...still an acceptable reaction. Her eyes narrow at the 'not quite sure' part because that should be easy to explain. Unless the fae dropped him off, he was dropped off by bandits, or he is the fae. Fye keeps to herself still, "Everyone knows of the Ever Forest, even if they're not brave enough to walk it."