Posterific (Part 1)
Who: Wildflower.Where: PlebeWhen: 21st March ;)-----------------
Wildflower opened her eyes slowly, the light filtering through and causing her to moan pathetically. She gingerly touched the side of her head, which appeared to be bleeding. Regaining enough energy to get to her feet, she shakily stood and looked at the surrounding items in more detail. 'Why on earth am I standing here?' she thought to herself, gazing around at the scenery. 'More importantly,' she thought. "WHERE AM I?" Wildflower was in a forest, but not just any old forest, this one was filled with pink coloured trees. All of a sudden, a wave of panic overcame her. Where was Sarah? Why were these trees pink? Was she still on Plebe? How on earth did she arrive in this forest? What if the crew had already left? She began pacing back and forth, muttering and worrying. What was she to do? she looked up once more at the trees and squealed in horror. One she could deal with, but a bloody great whacking forest, that was entirely different. She sighed, and sat down against a particularly large oak tree, one of the brighter hues that her eyes were having to deal with and drooped her head, tears rolling out of her eyes and forming a small puddle by her feet. There was a loud sigh of annoyance from in front of her, followed by a voice that she'd not heard in a good while. "Oh for god's sakes woman pull yourself together!" it said, impatiently. Wildflower's head immediately rose and she stared in horror at the figure in front of her. "You?!" she said, leaping to her feet and running forward. The figure had enough time to look disgusted before Wildflower threw her arms around him and squeezed. "I never thought I'd be happy to see you alive!" she screamed, elated. "It's most certainly not mutual," the figure replied. "It's really you?!" she asked, looking him in the face. He rolled his eyes. "Yes, it's really me, Lawrence Trisees. Who did you think it was?" he asked, more rhetorically than expecting an answer. "Well, I'm not sure, but it sounded almost like Keto," she replied, shrugging. "Anyway, I'm not really me..." Trisees explained. "You're a figment of my imagination?" asked Wildflower disappointed. "No, what I actually am is..." "You're a dream?" interrupted Wildflower again. "NO. I'm here to tell you..." "You are some weird hallucination come to bug me for the rest of my life?" Trisees growled and threw his arms up in the air, exasperated. "I don't know why I bother, I honestly don't. I'd be better off talking to that infernal bard!" "Ok, you must be some kind of..." started Wildflower. Trisees, patience at a very low point, grabbed her arms and shook her forcefully, causing Wildflower to stop her mindless ranting. "Look you stupid woman! If you'd just shut up for one second I might be able to explain that I'm very real, and from exactly one day in the future!" he shouted at her. Wildflower was silent for a second. "But you're dead. I killed you." "Yes, I'm fully aware of that, but you also resurrect me," explained Trisees. "I do?" "Yes, however something goes hideously wrong," he said. "What?" Wildflower asked her concern suddenly piqued. "You resurrect Shakespeare too," said Trisees sadly. Wildflower's mouth dropped open with delight. "Don't start!" he warned. "Look, I'm here to give you the instructions that you need to perform this very simple task. Got that?" Wildflower nodded and watched as Trisees pulled out a small black box, and a piece of paper. "Read this and do NOT deviate from what it says. Understand. Follow the instructions letter by letter." Wildflower nodded. Trisees took a couple of steps back and pressed a small black button on his lapel. As he faded from view, Wildflower heard him say in a weary voice: "Whatever possessed me to come to her for help? A lemon would have been more reliable." And then, Wildflower was left alone. - To Be Continued -
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