Flowers of Heaven 2: LiliS + Heart Soldier Senshi + WILD CITY
There’s a chirruping and giggling from around you; a peeping and chattering overhead; a clattering of hooves on the flagstones.
Gathering around you all are strange creatures. Materializing around LiliS are tiny people that have the look of being grown from plants and flowers: petal-colored faces, with leaf dresses and tunics that look as if they grew onto them, and blossom or dandelion-fluff hair. Another flock—a number of small and colorful creatures—almost like fanciful stuffed animals, except definitely fully alive and somehow capable of flight despite most of them not being winged, not unlike Aibous—gather around Heart Soldier Senshi. Then, approaching WILD CITY is… one extremely tired-looking definitely-human man who is definitely riding a horse and who is absolutely not actually a disguised centaur. The Definitely Human Man curtly introduces himself as Sheriff Pferd, and gives a stiff "welcome back," but any further questions just make him shake his head and give a long-suffering sigh.
Apart from him, none of the creatures speak, but they chitter and nudge at you like they're greeting old friends, and usher you towards a gap that's opened in the thick curtain of kudzu vines and onto a winding path beyond.
Once you cross through, the vines grow rapidly to cover the open space behind you, and the voices of your fellow idols fade from your ears. It seems as if you’re on your own, now.
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Here, the vines that surround your path are dotted with bright-blooming flowers, and some of the leaves seem to be brightly-colored plastic instead; the air echoes with occasional birdsong and the growls and yips of animals, though no other living creatures are anywhere to be seen.
The little creatures are carrying some things for you—the flower fairies carry a wreath of wild oats, chamomile, and hollyhock flowers, the colorful cute creatures a wreath of clematis, chamomile, and oak, and the man who is definitely not a centaur a wreath of clematis, wild oats, and mimulus. As they approach you, the air shifts in a strange way, and suddenly they have one wreath between them—all those flowers woven together into one, which they offer to you. They also have for you a collection of sixteen different flowers, and a small lantern of blue flame.
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Gathering around you all are strange creatures. Materializing around LiliS are tiny people that have the look of being grown from plants and flowers: petal-colored faces, with leaf dresses and tunics that look as if they grew onto them, and blossom or dandelion-fluff hair. Another flock—a number of small and colorful creatures—almost like fanciful stuffed animals, except definitely fully alive and somehow capable of flight despite most of them not being winged, not unlike Aibous—gather around Heart Soldier Senshi. Then, approaching WILD CITY is… one extremely tired-looking definitely-human man who is definitely riding a horse and who is absolutely not actually a disguised centaur. The Definitely Human Man curtly introduces himself as Sheriff Pferd, and gives a stiff "welcome back," but any further questions just make him shake his head and give a long-suffering sigh.
Apart from him, none of the creatures speak, but they chitter and nudge at you like they're greeting old friends, and usher you towards a gap that's opened in the thick curtain of kudzu vines and onto a winding path beyond.
Once you cross through, the vines grow rapidly to cover the open space behind you, and the voices of your fellow idols fade from your ears. It seems as if you’re on your own, now.
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Here, the vines that surround your path are dotted with bright-blooming flowers, and some of the leaves seem to be brightly-colored plastic instead; the air echoes with occasional birdsong and the growls and yips of animals, though no other living creatures are anywhere to be seen.
The little creatures are carrying some things for you—the flower fairies carry a wreath of wild oats, chamomile, and hollyhock flowers, the colorful cute creatures a wreath of clematis, chamomile, and oak, and the man who is definitely not a centaur a wreath of clematis, wild oats, and mimulus. As they approach you, the air shifts in a strange way, and suddenly they have one wreath between them—all those flowers woven together into one, which they offer to you. They also have for you a collection of sixteen different flowers, and a small lantern of blue flame.

IC RULES
Included, too, is a list of sixteen flowers, each with an associated meaning.
THE FIRST OBSTACLE
The various fairies go into a flurry of distressed activity at the sight... Sheriff Pferd just looks resigned and nods to them, and then they pass you the collection of flowers, the lantern of blue flame, and the wreath.
Make your choices.
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The fire has an unnatural feeling to it; when it leaps to the brambles blocking your path, they aren't so much burned as unmade.
And the path carries on. ]
@GENTIANA
And then it’s gone. ]
@WEI WUXIAN
And then it’s gone. ]
@CAELI
And then it’s gone. ]
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So we have one shield in which we might protect ourselves.
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List of unclaimed flowers
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You're not sure how long you've been walking when you reach the iron doors. They have a heavy, defensive feel to them. At the center of the doors is what is probably a pair of massive handles... but the doors have been densely overgrown with vines to the point that they grow back faster than anyone can break them.
The various fairies and colorful plush creatures look upon the doors mournfully, inspecting them for any way to pull away the vines, and Sheriff Pferd gives it a try himself, but it seems beyond their ability. Once again, they offer the blue-flame lantern, the collection of flowers, and the wreath: something must be sacrificed.
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THE THIRD OBSTACLE
Can flame really take care of this…?
—actually, as you approach, fire is running along the sides of the path following you, and catches upon the stakes, setting them alight into a bright blaze and clearing your path. You may progress.
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To your left is a gate of ivory, polished to a shine so bright that it refracts a brilliant rainbow of chaotic light.
To your right is a gate of twisting black horn, beautiful and unapologetically fierce-looking.
Between them and a bit further back is a gate of pure white flame. Even from here you can feel the searing, purifying heat of it.
Which gate do you take? Each of you may choose separately, if you wish; you feel instinctively that, whatever the significance of this choice, if indeed it means anything at all, it has no bearing on your connection with your unit. ]
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Any votes?
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[After his flower burned, his back became a writhing mass of flesh; now the wings that were trapped beneath the skin have burst free, more red than white]
[Heroes never die, though, so at length, he gets to his feet -- approaches the gate of pure white flame]
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