The men and women mindlessly following a certain someone had reached deep inside the jungle. With pin-point accuracy, they navigated through the lush vegetation, oddly aware of any tripping hazards, and perhaps even more oddly free of any attention by the more carnivorous wildlife home to the jungle. A quiet chain of what might as well be hypnotized fools at this point, leaving a trail to follow for the makeshift duo of Dee and Kallain.
Perhaps in stark contrast to Kaito, the graceful navigation of the jungle quickly mirrored his accident, as an elderly woman appeared from the left. Her movement had the same wobbly, dreamy quality as the people that had formed a line to pass through the jungle, and though she, too, had no issues with the vegetation, Kaito seemed to be an obstacle that wasn't detected by neither her surprisingly confident footwork, nor her surely awful eyesight. Instead, she merely continued to walk into Kaito, her face bumping against his chest, setting her a few steps back, only for her to repeat the process over and over again.
Meanwhile, much further towards the end of the pilgrimage, Kallain and Dee's surroundings were slowly consumed by the twilight of the jungle. The sand of the beaches fizzled out in favor of earth and grass, and the rocks and houses that were scattered all over even the outskirts of Basar Stitch's village had disappeared entirely. The change was subtle, maybe even moreso in part because of the hypnotic unison with which the people in front of the couple continued to venture deep into the jungle.
However, there was one pair of steps that was out of line with the crowd Dee and Kallain followed, that did not belong to either of the two. A shadow stretched out behind the two, occasionally waiting for a few seconds, pausing entirely, then resuming his pursuit. The man behind him was of average height, and without a build out of the ordinary, but his face was completely out of sight. His already lowered head was further shielded from any curious pair of eyes thanks to the wide-brimmed cowboy hat he wore; It didn't seem to bother him, however, as he made up some of the distance he had kept, before he murmured with a deep voice, vaguely into the direction of Kallain and Dee.
"Today's not your time, is it? But you don't belong to them either. So... who are you, is the question."
"Oh, come on, will you stop being so worried already?" Vivahoja complained to Jamal, a single hand waving quickly, dismissing his caution as well as his remark over her mental state. Rubbing the side of her nose with a single index finger, she grinned towards Peri, nodding cheerfully.
"I'm Viva." Her reply was short and factual, leaving little room for any questions about her family name, but her tone remained friendly. Thanks to Jamal, the girl was a little pre-occupied with the mental image of a wanted poster with her face on it, the bounty containing more than six zeroes, luring a giddy giggle out of her, before she forced herself to pay attention once again.
"So..." she began, giving the shortest of the three strangers that made up their group a soft push, putting him on the spot.
"What is your great plan to comb through the woods so fast?" A negligible film of oily residue clang to Jamal's exposed shoulder, where Viva had layed her hand on.
"Oops, sorry about that. Don't worry though, it's not dirt or anything bad," she assured him, smiling.
"You'll get my name once this is all over. For now, just call me…" Jamal began in response to Periwinkle introducing himself. It was clear he was lacking creativity:
"...Guy." He paused, memorising Viva's name too, before making some sort of intense snort when he felt something cold and sticky wipe against his shoulder.
"Dafuck--?!"
Furrowing his brow, Jamal clawed his shoulder, examining the mixture that'd been wiped onto his shoulder. ...More of that black gunge? Thankfully, from the signature smell crude oil had, he could tell it really wasn't anything bad, or he would've been more than mildly disgusted.
Spreading out his hand and staring further at the mixture, whilst Jamal seemed slightly fuming at first, the young man now looked a mixture of curious and concerned.
"You'll see, but… first, y'need to tell me why and how you're wiping all this shit everywhere." Jamal grumbled, his shades staring up from Vivahoja to her arm, face dead serious.
"All I know, could be venom or some shit. And you're actin' the goof on purpose. Just to catch me off guard. Plus, trackin' you is s'easy as trackin' a wounded animal."
His words seemed to be filling with more and more tension as he talked, and the longer he examined the girl's sludge-covered arm. It didn't seem to be losing any of the mixture that came off it. Was this some sort of…
"Don't tell me that's…" Jamal began, before waiting until the trio had left public view, before rather suddenly grabbing the girl's blackened arm.
"This is… you're…"
He suddenly looked up, an intense reflection sparking off from his shades.
"You're a card user…!"
Viva had rolled her eyes at the man's secrecy, pouting just a bit, before she decided it wouldn't be worth being pushy about it. In fact, the girl's attention seemed to fizzle out rapidly, and a bored expression overcame her face, pulling at the corners of her mouth and her eyelids.
"Yikes! Calm down, it really isn't that big of a deal, she replied apathetically upon hearing Jamal's vulgar shriek.
"It's not like I'm leaving a trail or anything like that. See?" She asked, and immediately wiped off the smudge of oil from Jamal's skin without so much as a trace, the oily liquid seemingly being absorbed by the girl's pores.
"If I wanted to poison you, there'd be much better ways, you know?" she stated, her tone remaining awfully nonchalant, suggesting neither sarcasm nor intimidation, as if speaking about poisoning one another was a wildly acceptable topic of conversation.
She trotted next to her two new travelers, when suddenly, the shorter man yanked her arm with an unusual sense of urgency, so much so that it snapped Viva out of her mumbling indifference.
"Huh?" Raising an eyebrow, she froze in place for just a second, before quickly pulling herself away from Jamal.
"Well, so?" she asked defensively, resting her arms behind her back this time.
"You're gonna freak out now and run, or what?" Her question was clearly some sort of challenge, her voice trailing towards a kind of… upset tone, almost, as if she was insulted.
"No, it's…" for a second, Jamal's tone seemed apologetic, before it quickly went back to its usual tone. The paths of the town beginning to crumble off into little but deep brown dirt, the expansive jungle coming closer and closer towards the trio, Jamal gave a quiet sigh. He supposed nobody else was around to hear.
"I've never seen another one of my kind before. ...In the flesh, you know? I've heard stories upon stories bout' all sorts of card users, but… I've never actually met someone like me. Thought I was the only one to have this… [glow=red]curse[/glow]," Jamal whispered, his voice softer than usual as his sunglasses pointed towards the ground.
"Though… I suppose for you, havin' a card's convenient, huh? Convenient when you're lookin' for big em's."
Hands in his pockets, Jamal gave a hoarse sigh as he looked towards the skies, obscured by the green of the leaves.
"Look, just… forget all that, alright? You're just the first I ever met, yeah?"
As he paused, there seemed to be a sudden, high pitched, ethereal sound; one that hummed through the air and vibrated through the thick foliage of the jungle.
"Now…"
The lightning-bolt designs around Jamal's hair quivered slightly with a rich, green light, before a pulse of energy seemed to ricochet from his head through to his extended arm.
"My card."
Jamal explained, his eyes shining such a vibrant green, they pierced through the blackened rims of his sunglasses. "[glow=gold]
'THUNDER ROAD.'[/glow]
"
A long, floating 'road' - not obvious at first - had formed from thin air in front of Jamal, leading up into the canopy of the jungles. The platform was translucent - like a sheet of glass - and seemed to reflect green light when sunlight reflected off it. Completely unaffected by gravity, the ethereal construction simply hovered, forged from nothing but that bright green
light that had bounced from Jamal's arm.
"With these 'roads', we'll find clues in no time, take to high ground, and ignore all the shit in our way on the jungle floor," his green-shimmering shades glanced from Periwinkle, to Vivahoja, gesturing to the upwards-sloping road he'd created.
"Try setting foot on one. Get used to how it feels. Just make sure you walk to start with; fallin' and snappin' yourself s'the last thing a man needs."
Vivahoja grunted, not even answering his question, before watching Jamal's powers unfold. With crossed arms and a craned neck, her eyes kept flickering back to watch the man's eyes light up, creating what looked like a sort of film, covering the air? No, more like hazy glass, perhaps. Something, in any case, popped up right before her eyes. A Moirae Card power, no doubt. An involuntary gasp escaped her lips, as she turned her body to fully appreciate the subtle yet impressive sight of... roads?
"As if," she yapped, breaking out in a sprint towards the summoned construct.
"So what do these dooooooooooo~"
Her scream trailed off as quickly as she had stepped onto the road. Her body was flung deep into the jungle, a smudge of blue disappearing in the thicket, leaving only the two young men behind.
"By the Gods, I fucking hate the jungle..."
A young man with an almost childishly scrunched up face, bright red-brown hair, and his hands in his pockets, turned around, his ears perking up as he heard a peculiar sound. Admittedly, the jungle was noisy and filled with whirs and whiffs, and yet, this was different. It almost sounded as if it came... straight for him?
"WHAT THE-"
Before he could finish his no doubt vulgar sentence, a heavy object crashed into him, sending him flying--the object still pressed onto his midsection. With a painful thud, their flight found an end as the young man's back was nailed against a giant palm tree, the trunk not giving an inch against the weight. A pathetic moan lingered, as the hurting youth crawled away from his assailant, confused and angry.
"f-fuck..."
Vivahoja had tumbled back to her feet. Still seeing stars, she teetered back and forth right in front of her unintended victim, a dazed smile on her face.
"So... S-so... S-so-sorry..."
A vein seemed to bulge on the man's temple, his hands balling into fists.
Though Viva had been catapulted deep into the jungles, it seemed as if a loud male voice sounded closely to Jamal and Peri. The voice distinctly yelled an incredulous and extremely angry
"SORRY?", as startled birds ascended from somewhere within the jungles.