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"How did I even end up like this...? Where am I..." Riina slowly regained consciousness. Her last memory... "No!" Riina's eyes snapped wide, shocked back to full awareness as she remembered, she'd fallen while adventuring in a jungle that everyone told her not to enter. Vellicatias: The Howling Basin. Most feared of all the regions in the world Haeru. It was a region long lost to mystery, a few relics had been uncovered from the fringes, and even those endeavors had seen many archaeologists, dragged swiftly into the dense wall of undergrowth screaming with the beginnings of the laughter that gives the jungle its name. A ticklish fate for any to suffer! It was in that moment she realized her nudity, her attire had been ripped away in the fall and she lay fully exposed in a foreign environment. "Not good!" she thought to herself...
It wasn't known at first that this was what awaited those captured by the strangely sentient vines, seeking towards prey with an almost malicious inevitability. It wasn't so much that they had some swift or menacing faculties, they didn't strike swiftly they possess any sort of herculean strength or dexterity. The did however have one particularly vicious trait... They had some means of inflicting a strange mood or state that affects each victim differently. Some are forced into a state of whimsy and find everything ridiculously funny, a state that is darkly ironic for the outcome they suffer. Others are forced into a malaise, a sense of nihilistic doom often evidenced by angry mutterings "why bother, its all meaningless, whatever..." These victims very quickly find something to care about. Still others are stricken by a catatonic stupor, left unable to move, for a time... The last typical condition is a numbing fear, a terror and a sense of impending doom, though it never triggers a flight response.
There may be more behind the foreboding wall of flora, but what lies beyond is unknown, the only who successfully pass beyond are already in the grasp of the vines, heralds of a soon to be suffered, unavoidable demise. After these phenomena were observed by those who were wise to listen to their intuition, a potent and determined signal from the pit of the stomach, a promise of doom, wisely heeded. Reports came back, efforts to recover those lost invariably resulted in more losses, their voices joining the shrieking cacophony from behind the brush.
In spite of these dangers, or perhaps because of them, rumors spread. Occasionally an artifact or lump of precious metal would be discovered at the edge of the strange biome. They were always left overnight, though only when not observed. When cameras, or individuals endeavored to watch through the night, it was invariably still, sullen and threatening, but with no signs of the treasures often deposited. It was those seeking to reclaim these tempting pieces in which the observations of the various effects produced near the vines were first observed. Strangely, the wall of brush was completely opaque to xray, infrared, visual light, and even seismography. Science was unable to find any answers with all the usual means.
Nonetheless, the promise of treasure was enough to cause many to ignore the dangers this place posed. Some wrote them off as tall tales, myth and ghost stories heightened in multiple re-tellings. Some minimize the effects, "surely they aren't that bad, I'll be fine." Though perhaps the most ironic or tragic, depending on your viewpoint, mistaken belief is that "It won't affect me." They are always wrong. One pattern noted with unerring accuracy is that any enticed by the treasures are always vulnerable to the emotional phenomena that accompanies the slithering vines.
For all of these reasons, and a myriad of others unknown to the world of Haeru, it was inconceivable that any Haeling should find themselves beyond the barrier of the jungle, let alone free and in possession of their faculties, nonetheless Riina was there. Diminuitive, even for the lithe Haelings. Her raven black hair, contrasting with her vibrant blue skin, was cut short; uneven fringes playfully dancing about the tips of pointed ears. Her glistening amethyst eyes, normally twinkling with mirth, as though she was always privy to a hidden joke, now matte and serious as she became aware of her predicament. She had entered the jungle on a night of observation, theorizing that the inactivity forced by prying eyes might buy her precious time as she sought to enter. Oddly, the jungle didn't seem to react at all to her presence until she was close to the edge of the foliage. She had no idea why and no time to think as she was sprinting for her goal, hoping within was safer than without. She had almost reached the brush when the vines started reacting, creeping towards where she sought to enter, seemingly aware of her trajectory and moving to intercept. As she came within 30 feet or so she began to be assailed by various feelings. She shrugged off a wave of fear, and reasoned her way through the trap of nihilism, she took longer to dispense with the giddiness, as it so closely mirrored her natural state. She did so, however, it was not a time for games, her family were depending on her success.
They had approached in anonymity, trenchcoats, hats and glasses, they showed her vid feeds of her 4 sisters, all trapped and bound, with threats of what would befall them should she refuse their request. She'd scoffed at first, thinking them bluffing. They shrugged, and almost apologetically, hit some buttons, one screen widened and portrayed her oldest sister, Iraea, bound in a silken, translucent shift, her bright green skin somehow enhanced by the gauzy material. Riina could see arms and legs spread wide and restrained by a myriad of three pronged grasping hands all clasping along her shoulders, elbows and wrists, with similar graspers at her hips knees, and ankles. As a result she was unable to move and the filmy shift was pulled taut in places, tracing the outlines of her curvaceous form, the body that so allured many and so perfectly matched her beauty of spirit. Riina could imagine her turquoise eyes, now darting back and forth in fear underneath the mask blindfolding her sister.
Riina realized immediately what was about to happen just as it did. Additional graspers appeared out of the table Iraea lay helpless on, twitching and jerking in a clockwork manner as they drew closer to her bare soles. As the finely tipped graspers reached the soles, they began to scribble back and forth. Tracing little bright lines of pressure back and forth. The effect was immediate, Iraea arched her back and began howling with laughter, whipping her long mane of mercurial, silvery hair about. The tablet was displaying video only, but Riina knew well from experience the helpless hysterics that her sister was in the throes of. Haelings are all quite ticklish, but Riina and her family seemed blessed (or cursed) with an extra dose of sensitivity. Riina watched, entranced, ever since she had been taken in off the streets, she had been fascinated with this family and these new sisters who had welcomed her with open, if tickly, arms. Riina was of course just as ticklish and so the inevitable slumber parties of sisters bonded so closely they insisted on sharing rooms and sometimes snuggling in the same bed on the coldest winter nights were often heralded by and concluded with a great deal of hysterical laughter. Sometimes the shrieking attracted their mother, Yessa, who would dive over them, nimble fingers deftly seeking out all the tickle spots she knew so well on her daughters. She soon learned Riina's as well. Of course the flip side of that was that as the daughters grew, they soon began to give as good as they got and many of the tickle fights that their mother interrupted soon had her the sole target, ten hands worth of fingers questing into Yessa's best spots and leaving her shrieking and writhing, breathless and begging for mercy as her daughters took revenge for years of mischievous tickle attacks Yessa had seized.
Tickling was always a sign of closeness and friendship amongst the Haelings, even more so amongst Riina's adoptive family. The tickling that Iraea was undergoing, that was different, sadistic, brutal, ruthless. It continued uninterrupted, varying the patterns across her smooth soles, dancing along the arch and into the instep, before spiraling across the ball and heel, Iraea's laughter hit a new octave each time the devious mechanical fingers worked their way too close to the toes, now pulled back and spread by more of the merciless hands. As the tears began to flow Riina had shaken herself out of her stupor *I wonder what it's like to be tickled that way,,,,* briefly crossing her thoughts accompanied by a warm flush deep inside her stomach. Her cheeks darkening to a dark violet at the feelings hitherto unthought of.
She frantically nodded to appease the anonymous haelings, their skin almost slate grey, who nodded back, hit a button and the graspers stopped tickling, poised near soles rendered almost a bright white from the pressure and friction. Iraea collapsed in her bonds, having ripped away much of the shift in her struggles. Her taut tummy was now exposed to view with her outie navel that her other sisters teasingly called her 'giggle button' heaving with each gasping breath, every exhale bringing definition to the bottom of the ribcage. The haelings then gave Riina her task, penetrate the jungles and retrieve an item they knew to be inside. "How do you know its there..." she asked, quirking an eyebrow but trailing off as the one moved to push the button again. "There will be no questions. Only action." He had an odd speech pattern that she felt was familiar, but couldn't place in the moment. She nodded "ok, ok," holding her hands out to indicate her acceptance, "I'll get your item. What is- right.. no need for more tickling, I won't ask more questions" The men nodded, "good, here are the coordinates you must locate. The item is there. You have 10 solar cycles, after that your sisters will all receive this same treatment, one hour for every cycle you are late." With that, a bell sounded, signaling the end of a work cycle and hundreds of haelings poured forth from various factories, offices, clinics, all routing to pubs, spas, libraries, cafe's as their leisure needs dictated, before heading home to bond with family units and rest for the next cycle.
The men vanished before Riina's eyes into the sea of people and she lost them. She'd immediately set out, her chosen illicit profession of smuggler and cat burglar meaning she had all the equipment she needed and, opting to travel light, she'd set out to penetrate the jungles in a skintight zephyrsuit, a marvel of tech that, among other things, kept her balanced, comfortable, and lightly armored. It's best feature perhaps was that it was all one piece. She stepped into it and her small feet up to her neck were completely covered in the one suit. it also had a hood she could pull up and over her head for anonymity. She affixed a cutting blade to one forearm for the undergrowth, and slung on a haversack to carry the item back when she found it. She always loved to travel lightly, wearing as little as possible. When her sisters had first caught her sunbathing naked in their favorite meadow, she had feared judgment and shaming, instead they had all stripped down and joined her, perfectly comfortable with each other's nudity. Her last calm thought at that moment was how touched she was to be so fully accepted, of course her acceptance was confirmed when her sisters initiated a manic tickle fight that left them all giggling and trying their best to cover their exposed ticklish spots while striking out at perceived openings.
Riina smiled to herself at the memory and steeled herself to do what needed to be done. Standing to an alert crouch, her supple form ready to bat away any encroaching vines. The jungle was surprisingly serene. An occasional cry of some creature, a babbling brook nearby, and aquamarine light from their star lancing down through the canopy. She sat down again on a spongy patch of very soft moss... In another time, another place she could almost slumber.... "and why not..." she thought to herself, "I need to recover from the fall... make sure I'm not... " With that, her angular eyes fell shut and she lay back, sprawling comfortably on the bed of moss, sleeping soundly... An unreported fifth affect, irresistible peace and comfort, and the need to slumber. Riina slept soundly, unaware of the vines already slowly creeping towards her motionless limbs....
It wasn't known at first that this was what awaited those captured by the strangely sentient vines, seeking towards prey with an almost malicious inevitability. It wasn't so much that they had some swift or menacing faculties, they didn't strike swiftly they possess any sort of herculean strength or dexterity. The did however have one particularly vicious trait... They had some means of inflicting a strange mood or state that affects each victim differently. Some are forced into a state of whimsy and find everything ridiculously funny, a state that is darkly ironic for the outcome they suffer. Others are forced into a malaise, a sense of nihilistic doom often evidenced by angry mutterings "why bother, its all meaningless, whatever..." These victims very quickly find something to care about. Still others are stricken by a catatonic stupor, left unable to move, for a time... The last typical condition is a numbing fear, a terror and a sense of impending doom, though it never triggers a flight response.
There may be more behind the foreboding wall of flora, but what lies beyond is unknown, the only who successfully pass beyond are already in the grasp of the vines, heralds of a soon to be suffered, unavoidable demise. After these phenomena were observed by those who were wise to listen to their intuition, a potent and determined signal from the pit of the stomach, a promise of doom, wisely heeded. Reports came back, efforts to recover those lost invariably resulted in more losses, their voices joining the shrieking cacophony from behind the brush.
In spite of these dangers, or perhaps because of them, rumors spread. Occasionally an artifact or lump of precious metal would be discovered at the edge of the strange biome. They were always left overnight, though only when not observed. When cameras, or individuals endeavored to watch through the night, it was invariably still, sullen and threatening, but with no signs of the treasures often deposited. It was those seeking to reclaim these tempting pieces in which the observations of the various effects produced near the vines were first observed. Strangely, the wall of brush was completely opaque to xray, infrared, visual light, and even seismography. Science was unable to find any answers with all the usual means.
Nonetheless, the promise of treasure was enough to cause many to ignore the dangers this place posed. Some wrote them off as tall tales, myth and ghost stories heightened in multiple re-tellings. Some minimize the effects, "surely they aren't that bad, I'll be fine." Though perhaps the most ironic or tragic, depending on your viewpoint, mistaken belief is that "It won't affect me." They are always wrong. One pattern noted with unerring accuracy is that any enticed by the treasures are always vulnerable to the emotional phenomena that accompanies the slithering vines.
For all of these reasons, and a myriad of others unknown to the world of Haeru, it was inconceivable that any Haeling should find themselves beyond the barrier of the jungle, let alone free and in possession of their faculties, nonetheless Riina was there. Diminuitive, even for the lithe Haelings. Her raven black hair, contrasting with her vibrant blue skin, was cut short; uneven fringes playfully dancing about the tips of pointed ears. Her glistening amethyst eyes, normally twinkling with mirth, as though she was always privy to a hidden joke, now matte and serious as she became aware of her predicament. She had entered the jungle on a night of observation, theorizing that the inactivity forced by prying eyes might buy her precious time as she sought to enter. Oddly, the jungle didn't seem to react at all to her presence until she was close to the edge of the foliage. She had no idea why and no time to think as she was sprinting for her goal, hoping within was safer than without. She had almost reached the brush when the vines started reacting, creeping towards where she sought to enter, seemingly aware of her trajectory and moving to intercept. As she came within 30 feet or so she began to be assailed by various feelings. She shrugged off a wave of fear, and reasoned her way through the trap of nihilism, she took longer to dispense with the giddiness, as it so closely mirrored her natural state. She did so, however, it was not a time for games, her family were depending on her success.
They had approached in anonymity, trenchcoats, hats and glasses, they showed her vid feeds of her 4 sisters, all trapped and bound, with threats of what would befall them should she refuse their request. She'd scoffed at first, thinking them bluffing. They shrugged, and almost apologetically, hit some buttons, one screen widened and portrayed her oldest sister, Iraea, bound in a silken, translucent shift, her bright green skin somehow enhanced by the gauzy material. Riina could see arms and legs spread wide and restrained by a myriad of three pronged grasping hands all clasping along her shoulders, elbows and wrists, with similar graspers at her hips knees, and ankles. As a result she was unable to move and the filmy shift was pulled taut in places, tracing the outlines of her curvaceous form, the body that so allured many and so perfectly matched her beauty of spirit. Riina could imagine her turquoise eyes, now darting back and forth in fear underneath the mask blindfolding her sister.
Riina realized immediately what was about to happen just as it did. Additional graspers appeared out of the table Iraea lay helpless on, twitching and jerking in a clockwork manner as they drew closer to her bare soles. As the finely tipped graspers reached the soles, they began to scribble back and forth. Tracing little bright lines of pressure back and forth. The effect was immediate, Iraea arched her back and began howling with laughter, whipping her long mane of mercurial, silvery hair about. The tablet was displaying video only, but Riina knew well from experience the helpless hysterics that her sister was in the throes of. Haelings are all quite ticklish, but Riina and her family seemed blessed (or cursed) with an extra dose of sensitivity. Riina watched, entranced, ever since she had been taken in off the streets, she had been fascinated with this family and these new sisters who had welcomed her with open, if tickly, arms. Riina was of course just as ticklish and so the inevitable slumber parties of sisters bonded so closely they insisted on sharing rooms and sometimes snuggling in the same bed on the coldest winter nights were often heralded by and concluded with a great deal of hysterical laughter. Sometimes the shrieking attracted their mother, Yessa, who would dive over them, nimble fingers deftly seeking out all the tickle spots she knew so well on her daughters. She soon learned Riina's as well. Of course the flip side of that was that as the daughters grew, they soon began to give as good as they got and many of the tickle fights that their mother interrupted soon had her the sole target, ten hands worth of fingers questing into Yessa's best spots and leaving her shrieking and writhing, breathless and begging for mercy as her daughters took revenge for years of mischievous tickle attacks Yessa had seized.
Tickling was always a sign of closeness and friendship amongst the Haelings, even more so amongst Riina's adoptive family. The tickling that Iraea was undergoing, that was different, sadistic, brutal, ruthless. It continued uninterrupted, varying the patterns across her smooth soles, dancing along the arch and into the instep, before spiraling across the ball and heel, Iraea's laughter hit a new octave each time the devious mechanical fingers worked their way too close to the toes, now pulled back and spread by more of the merciless hands. As the tears began to flow Riina had shaken herself out of her stupor *I wonder what it's like to be tickled that way,,,,* briefly crossing her thoughts accompanied by a warm flush deep inside her stomach. Her cheeks darkening to a dark violet at the feelings hitherto unthought of.
She frantically nodded to appease the anonymous haelings, their skin almost slate grey, who nodded back, hit a button and the graspers stopped tickling, poised near soles rendered almost a bright white from the pressure and friction. Iraea collapsed in her bonds, having ripped away much of the shift in her struggles. Her taut tummy was now exposed to view with her outie navel that her other sisters teasingly called her 'giggle button' heaving with each gasping breath, every exhale bringing definition to the bottom of the ribcage. The haelings then gave Riina her task, penetrate the jungles and retrieve an item they knew to be inside. "How do you know its there..." she asked, quirking an eyebrow but trailing off as the one moved to push the button again. "There will be no questions. Only action." He had an odd speech pattern that she felt was familiar, but couldn't place in the moment. She nodded "ok, ok," holding her hands out to indicate her acceptance, "I'll get your item. What is- right.. no need for more tickling, I won't ask more questions" The men nodded, "good, here are the coordinates you must locate. The item is there. You have 10 solar cycles, after that your sisters will all receive this same treatment, one hour for every cycle you are late." With that, a bell sounded, signaling the end of a work cycle and hundreds of haelings poured forth from various factories, offices, clinics, all routing to pubs, spas, libraries, cafe's as their leisure needs dictated, before heading home to bond with family units and rest for the next cycle.
The men vanished before Riina's eyes into the sea of people and she lost them. She'd immediately set out, her chosen illicit profession of smuggler and cat burglar meaning she had all the equipment she needed and, opting to travel light, she'd set out to penetrate the jungles in a skintight zephyrsuit, a marvel of tech that, among other things, kept her balanced, comfortable, and lightly armored. It's best feature perhaps was that it was all one piece. She stepped into it and her small feet up to her neck were completely covered in the one suit. it also had a hood she could pull up and over her head for anonymity. She affixed a cutting blade to one forearm for the undergrowth, and slung on a haversack to carry the item back when she found it. She always loved to travel lightly, wearing as little as possible. When her sisters had first caught her sunbathing naked in their favorite meadow, she had feared judgment and shaming, instead they had all stripped down and joined her, perfectly comfortable with each other's nudity. Her last calm thought at that moment was how touched she was to be so fully accepted, of course her acceptance was confirmed when her sisters initiated a manic tickle fight that left them all giggling and trying their best to cover their exposed ticklish spots while striking out at perceived openings.
Riina smiled to herself at the memory and steeled herself to do what needed to be done. Standing to an alert crouch, her supple form ready to bat away any encroaching vines. The jungle was surprisingly serene. An occasional cry of some creature, a babbling brook nearby, and aquamarine light from their star lancing down through the canopy. She sat down again on a spongy patch of very soft moss... In another time, another place she could almost slumber.... "and why not..." she thought to herself, "I need to recover from the fall... make sure I'm not... " With that, her angular eyes fell shut and she lay back, sprawling comfortably on the bed of moss, sleeping soundly... An unreported fifth affect, irresistible peace and comfort, and the need to slumber. Riina slept soundly, unaware of the vines already slowly creeping towards her motionless limbs....
