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Invasive, a story for the Summer Giraffe Call Round 2
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aldersprig

Written to rix_scaedu' prompt here to my Summer Giraffe Call Round 2

The sun was up. It had been raining for a week, and the plants did not need any more water.

Patrice suited up in leather, long gloves and shit-kicker boots, and risked stepping out onto her front porch.

She could hear sirens in the distance. She wondered if they'd cleared Main Street yet. She wondered what had happened with their "controlled burn." She'd told them it was too wet for that. She was told them they needed to find the source, but the thing was too good at distracting them from the core.

The vines had grown up all around her fence, sealing it shut. Fruits the size of a mango hung off it, dripping tantalizingly. She could smell the magic from here. And that was the problem.

It had been a bad summer after a bad winter, and the economy was so far in the basement it was digging to the core. People were hungry. People were tired, desperate, and lost.

She grabbed a fruit, keeping the rest of her body far from the vines, and bit into it. They would not starve... if they could remember not to let the vine get them.

The vines had shown up where it was needed - abandoned lots and crack houses in the worst parts of the city. The fruit was rich, tasty, fatty like an avocado and just sweet enough to want you to eat more and more.

And then normal people started seeing the sideways world, the magical. And then normal people starting vibrating with power... exploding with power.

Patrice stepped back into the center of her yard and let the power wash over her. It was a rush, no matter how bad it was. It would keep them fed... and it would keep them happy.

It had been two weeks before the vines were found cradling the husk, barely alive, of a witch. Of a goblin. Of a werewolf. Or someone that was, as far as anyone could tell, human. The vines had been found reaching out for people, snatching them off the streets.

The fruits were richer, sweeter than they had been, and as the vines took over the city streets, they grew even tastier. Fire wouldn't kill it; you couldn't burn the thing without burning the city down. And it set down roots everywhere it could find dirt.

The power roiled through her. Patrice rolled her shoulders and unsheathed her machete.

They were running out of space. They were running out of time. She let power tingle down to her fingers and through her blade. She was going to chop down vines until they killed her or she reached the center.



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Does this mean she's currently wielding a +1 blade of cutting back and pruning?

O_o

Going after that thing with a machete, even a magical one, even with the fruits right there to provide more fuel, seems like trying to get oneself snagged and drained.

But ... barely alive? Did the people it snagged get any better after being retrived from it, or die, or ...?

<wonders about its origin>

ETA: why "misc: verse: modern" rather than "misc: verse: urban" or "misc: verse: fantasy" or multiple?

Edited at 2016-07-06 06:29 pm (UTC)

heee.

Yeah, I don't think she has a tree pruner in her garage.... <>

Re. your ETA

They're horrible categories?

I mean, it could be Verse: Misc: Apoc, too.

It's not an apocalypse *yet*, I think, though it has that potential.

To me much of the point of tagging things would be to be able to find them again later, and i'm not sure what's useful for that.

Yeah, I really ought to sort out the Verse: Misc things.

.... AFTER I finish the Aunt Family Tree project. <.

The plant version of Soylent Green, with a magical kick (especially if that "exploding" is literal, the way I think it is). I am dubious of the wisdom of using the power granted by the fruit to go after the plant which produced it. That just seems like asking for trouble, and I wonder if that's why people have had so much trouble getting to the center.

Ooh, I know, I know! :-D *giggles*

This one came straight out of a plot I ran in Changeling once...

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