Event Twenty-One

[awashmods]

Sometimes I feel happy, Sometimes I feel sad. Sometimes I feel curious, Sometimes I feel mad. Sometimes I feel silly, Sometimes I feel surprised. How many feelings, Do I have inside?

t's another regular, normal day in the Town. There's absolutely nothing to show that anything could possibly be wrong; the birds are chirping, the sky is bright, and everything is absolutely, entirely wrong. This time, though? The problem is internal. Slowly, bit by bit, people are going to stop feeling entirely like themselves -- or maybe even stop feeling at all. And suddenly that nice, bright day doesn't seem quite so nice and not quite so bright any longer after all. Welcome to Awash's Twenty-First event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[espritdecorpse]

[ He stands there, dumbfounded, as Lan Wangji takes his hands. He has no words. His heart is trembling; it's all he can do to keep from rushing into the other's arms. But this... everything about it seems wrong. He considers what he'd been thinking about before, about wish-fulfillment and enchantment... ]

[espritdecorpse]

[ Enchantment!

The trees that have been encroaching on the town... people have been found unconscious in front of them. He himself has felt the malevolent energy surging from them. Lan Zhan cut quite a few of them down. Is this some sort of curse he's fallen under, making him act bizarrely?

Wei Wuxian exhales. He's glad, suddenly, that he didn't take advantage of the man. If, later on, Lan Zhan woke from the enchantment and felt dishonored... ah, his heart wouldn't be able to handle that. ]

[espritdecorpse]

[ He puts on a cheerful smile and says: ]

R-right. Thank you. Thank you very much. Ah—oh, by the way. Don't, er, don't cut any more trees down, near the village. Just for now.

[shizun]

[ Really!!

Why is he hugging him out of nowhere?! It does honestly embarrass him, but, well, they're just hugging each other to keep warm. The weather's been really chilly lately. There's nothing that can be done about it!

He lightly pats Wei Wuxian's head as he hugs him back. The weather's awfully cold and it's very unfortunate that they do not have the proper clothes for it! He's ignoring that it's gotten much warmer and actually well into spring. But that breeze is quite killer! It's quite killer, okay?! ]

You really are a handful...

[wordsinthesoul]

Is that so? It sounds… unlikely. But then again- it's good that you like all of the songs you play. Isn't it?

[wordsinthesoul]

Ah. [That gets a little embarrassed smile from him.]. I wouldn't have put it that way. More someone who gives assistance to those who do lead the people.

[Well- that seems like some improvement. In any case- it's fair to share a little, he thinks.]

[shizun]

[ Well, so long as his anger's on chill. ]

It isn't just your cooperation.

[ Right. Go for it while you have the chance! If he says anything about it later, say that you were still under a bit of influence!! That'll be enough to appease all people! Blame it on the supernatural! ]

I want to watch over you. I want to make sure that you are all right. This teacher realizes that you are a prince and [ Need no man, ha ha. ] can stand on your own. But I am saying... the strength I've decided to take for myself is one where I do not allow a person to have to be alone.

[espritdecorpse]

Big sister Magilou! I'm Wei Wuxian. I said that already, but in case you forgot after... you know...

[ He lifts his arm and brings a fist down to his forehead, opening his fingers at impact, clearly pantomiming a brick hitting it. ]

Anyway, the six arts are archery, calligraphy, mathematics, painting, winemaking, and necromancy!

[ wait ]

And... Prince Cucumber here knows.... hmm, I think he might be able to do a little archery. But as you can see, he's very good at princess-carrying, which deserves its own special designation. So you've got the best of both worlds: I'm holding your hand, so you've got the "warmth from another" covered, and the puppet's contributing his granny-carrying, I mean princess-carrying expertise.

[espritdecorpse]

[ .......after everything that's happened, maybe just maybe he should stop joking about marrying people. He can certainly hear how not-amused she sounds. ]

I did!

[ A beat. ]

What's a... "copyright infringement claim"?

[ Is it something to eat? ]

[alittlespicy]

[ He knows that smile. He knows that it's the smile that Wei Ying hides behind when he is unhappy, and he knows that he's the reason.

But Wei Ying's wish is to talk about something else, and WangJi trusts him.

He frowns, ever so slightly, surprised at the request, but only tilts his head. ]

They are... dangerous.

[ He's not denying the request. But he does need to try and ask. ]

[heartsteals]

[ that gets a chuckle out of him. ]

I feel reassured already.

[ a name, though... he hadn't thought about it. It's normal to name boats after beautiful women, right? Well... ]

We don't. Maybe "The Cairngorm?"

[ not a woman but BEAUTIFUL and that's what counts. Also, he loves them. The most important part.

She might notice there's already water pooling at their feet not even 30 seconds into this journey. ]

[unghost]

No.

[ They're as deadpan as ever as they say this - it doesn't seem like they take her relative neutrality as anything worthy of concern, even if they just pointed out that she's usually smiling. ]

I haven't ever, really. I try not to make a habit of it now, either. [ Weirdly revealing, but they're just not feeling like holding back anything. ] Are you trying to say you really don't remember it?

[shizun]

I think it is, too.

[ He pauses to give finger-guns. ]

I'll be honest ... I just don't give a fuck right now. I really don't care what's my favorite song. I just wanted to play them all... or as many as I can remember.

[ Strumming the guqin, the tips of his fingers are red and slightly bleeding. ] It was just something to do. You know?

[unghost]

So you were just trying to get it to hurt enough.

[ To feel something. At this point in the week, it's pretty clear that something is going on, but they didn't think something a abstract as pain or suffering could be something that could fade or be under the influence of the town. Adding to that, they're not even sure what's going on with themself to the extent that Dextera is, but they feel a sliver of concern for him, a slight crease in their brow returning. ]

You did ask for it, so don't blame me after this. [ A pause. ] ...Is that going to heal?

[unghost]

[ Their expression softens in an unrestricted way when he suggests ways for them to come along, implies that he isn't going to leave them behind. They feel happy for that, so why should they hold back? The lack of concern for the logistics of the plan in combination with the weight lifted off their shoulders to edit themself keeps their expression serene, and they nod as if this is a good idea after all. ]

Alright. I'll do whatever, so I can follow you...

[ Surprisingly agreeable... and surprisingly devoted. They wander off a few steps to scan the next few piers for the ropes that tie the boathouses to the docks, more curious seeming than anything else. ]

If it doesn't work, I'll just swim, or do something else. I want to go with you.

[uuuh]

Hmph.

[It's a nice story. That must be why she came here in the first place, chasing a feeling that she can't even characterize. Maybe it's something she was never able to feel, a monster without true emotion.

Shoulders drooping low, Berserker looks at the ground. From that, the answer might be obvious: She really isn't feeling that way at all, and it's embarrassing to admit that she can't even if she wants to.

The sound she makes in response is strained.]

[uuuh]

[There it is again. Frustration turns back to fire and Berserker, and she snarls in response. He's mocking her, isn't he?! Calling her something like that, when she's nothing of the sort?!

The eye contact troubles her--and it's easier for him to see her eyes looking down at the angle he is--so Berserker turns her head away, jaw clenched.]

Nnnnh..o! Ouuh... [If he doesn't stop making fun of her, she really will destroy his instrument.]

[noholdsbard]

“Perhaps not.” He wouldn’t normally be this optimistic, but the situation being what it is…

“But there seems to be little point in dwelling on things we cannot change.” He cocks his head with a smile. “And I think that the company alone is worth such a trifle.”

[noholdsbard]

Why, only that of the most excellent of human beings—my lover. Ah…if only I could gaze upon her once more…

[noholdsbard]

[ All this talk of his suffering…really, are you him or what? Come on, Pyra! ]

I could simply give it to you.

[ He doesn’t care how cheesy it sounds. He doesn’t care how cheesy any of this sounds!! ]

But truth be told, you have it already. As do many other people of this realm. So if you must cut out my heart, then there are a great many people from whom you must take it first.

[noholdsbard]

[ Please teach him someday… ]

Thank you.

[ Now he just feels tired. In between his king’s orders to effectively babysit Mordred and Mordred being, well, Mordred, it’s hard to keep his shit together sometimes. ]

But I apologize. We seem to be dragging you further and further into our troublesome affairs.

[noholdsbard]

“Such kind words…” And yet… “And yet, I cannot help but feel that there are consequences behind those.”

[noholdsbard]

[ And Tristan, unable to imagine that he’d hold any sort of allure for a man, can only laugh at Wuxian’s jesting. Because of course that must be what it is! ]

Certainly, there is room here, Wuxian, if I must take you away from your canvas.

[noholdsbard]

I suppose…

[ He does get the sense that she is trying to make him feel better—somehow. But really, why are her methods always so uncouth? It’s totally not cute at all!

But sparring would be a way to get closer to her, as per Artoria’s orders…urgh. Maybe he should… ]

But there is one problem: I was summoned as an Archer. I cannot fight you on equal footing.

[wordsinthesoul]

[Thancred mimics the gesture, curious.]

Bringing all of that, all of those feelings to the surface?

[That's… definitely concerning.] I think so. Ah… how long have you been playing?