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 puffs up a bit when Maiden Magjilou calls him a "dashing knight." But when Maiden Maya speaks... ]

A healer and a thief! Maiden Maya, I'm astounded. Ha ha ha!

[ Meanwhile, his puppet isn't idle. He's been at Maya's house before, so he at least knows what to expect: a mess. The puppet, bends down and starts picking things up off the floor. Clothes, dishes, books are hung up or taken to the kitchen or closed and put away. ]

[witchual]

[ The Guardian doll spins faster above Magilou's fingertips as she focuses her magic. Wind rushes beneath her, blowing her hair out behind her; energy snaps in the air, and Magilou smirks in her concentration. ]

I've got no idea how resistant these trees are to burning. What a shame.

[ She sighs, focusing on casting a water spell instead. With a wave of her hand and a few seconds of anticipation - the monsters still haven't looked over at them, the fools - a wall of water surges up in the middle of the monsters' cookout, catching a fair amount in its wake. It rushes up like a powerful wave; the monsters she's caught cry in surprise. ]

Flank 'em and pick off the ones that're left.

[ He'll need to avoid the water while it's rushing, but thankfully it's magical, so it won't stick around for too long. ]

[usedlick]

[What does she mean, above them? Just because he doesn't have... a heart? Feelings?

But...]

How can I be above them? I'm just a tool. An object.

[He's at their command. Like a hammer, a screwdriver, a knife.]

[pyrafect]

And so am I.

[ She stops in front of him, dropping his hand... only to lift hers up to him, so that her fingers might brush against his cheek if she can. Her fingers are warm from the energy within her. ]

But what are we to do to help them, when they are miserable and self-destructive? Ruthless towards each other, conniving, manipulative, detestable, carving their path towards their own doom in such a jovial way, purposefully ignorant.

You deserve so much more than to be under their command. You deserve the right to slaughter them without consequence.

[superioritis]

[ the crease in his brow lessens, replaced by a look of subdued confusion. why the thanks? all he can do is give a short hum in response, acknowledging dextera's departure, and he'll watch him go afterward.

it doesn't make sense.

after another beat, he puts it out of his mind and leaves in the opposite direction. ]

[artorian]

[ She notes his reaction and neatly sets it aside. She can't blame any of her subjects for being surprised at her indifference toward other people's treatment of her. After all, back home she had to work with an iron fist to ensure she received her due respect as Britain's ruler. But here, she doesn't mind being a simple resident. It's a novelty, and she's quite content to be left alone rather than fawned over. ]

No, I am satisfied with Lan Wangji's cooking. He prefers vegetables, but he is adept at creating hearty dishes even without meat. It is really quite eye-opening.

[ She might even be able to stomach eating another potato if Lan Wangji prepared it. ]

... Tristan, tell me truly. What did you think of Gawain's cooking?

[usedlick]

Slaughter them!?

[It's illegal. It's wrong. It's... it's wrong. Right?

They kill androids too. No, not kill. Destroy. Because androids aren't alive. So it's okay. It's okay, right?

He stares at her, then reaches up and grabs her hand where it's on his cheek. But it's not a kind grip.]

Miss Pyra. You sound like what we would call a deviant android.

[And deviants must be eliminated.]

[pyrafect]

Humans kill other humans.

[ She seems not at all threatened by how he holds her hand, her smile saccharin. ] Are they deviant to, or is it just their nature?

Those humans are you gods, Connor. You can only hold yourself up to their standard; and if they murder each other, you can justly do the same.

[espritdecorpse]

[ "You have praised me before" just sounds like an embarrassed denial. He puts his arms behind his back, gripping his elbows, and leans in too close to the man. ]

You've got very nice eyelashes, did you know? They're so long and so thick. I'm quite fond of your eyes, they look like jewels or pieces of glass, lit by the sun.

[queenofminiskirts]

[Considering she's convinced Luo Binghe is already in love with him she'd say that's accurate.]

Because it's embarrassing!

[theshowsover]

[He chuckles.]

Yeah, it's part of the Persona thing. But only I can do it... It was a gift. To help me be a better thief.

[He doesn't know how to explain who the gift was from, but hopefully Lupin will accept that answer.]

[theshowsover]

[He feels... something, at that. A small twinge, deep in his heart, because... he doesn't really like that. Doesn't like seeing someone he cares about hurting.

But... Dextera did terrible things. And for that, he must be punished.

It's not quite enough to break through the town's spell. And so he only watches, impassive.]

Good. Suffer.

[decapitated]

An...

[ she hadn't gathered that from him in the least. he looks so human-like... and without any sort of magic she can discern, androids are something completely out of her expertise. ]

Right. I suppose you wouldn't know, then. [ she looks a bit disappointed. ] Would you be interested in learning about it?

[ maybe if she talks about what used to give her hope, it'll spark something in her. ]

[uuuh]

[That must be what it is, in the end. There's so little of any signature, any emotional feedback, hitting her from Magilou, that it isn't enough to exacerbate her own emotions. Except for what she said about the flowers initially, there's been nothing else to add to Berserker's frenzy.

She picks a single flower, something she's been afraid of doing in her current state in which she might harm it, and holds the stem tightly.]

Uuuhn... [She does like them. But they aren't hers, so she can't really do anything with them. They probably won't miss just one, though.]

[decapitated]

[ do they really? she remembers speaking to Madoka about the difficulties she was having once, but for some reason she can't recall how it made her feel... when she tries to call upon the memory and the emotions she felt, only emptiness shows itself. ]

I wouldn't want to burden you. Really, it's nothing.

[shizun]

[ He turns his head the other way to scoff yet again. ]

As I said, with a brat? Do you think that you're worth it?

[shizun]

I was going to roast you, but when you say cute shit like that... it's really hard to say anything two-faced.

[ He breathes out a small laugh through his nose. ]

But ... I do think that you look very cool. [ Really, your character design is really quite amazing. It has a lot of elements to it that anyone would like! ] You really look like a BOSS character. So, it's no wonder that girls think that you look amazing.

[ His shamelessness is really quite a troublesome thing. He will look back on this interaction and feel a few hairs turn grey. ]

[unghost]

[ Well... when they think about it... shouldn't they have told him that this was obviously a bad idea way before this? Now they can't even take the high horse position and say it really is a crappy idea because they didn't point it out either (sad.) ]

I guess that's pretty bad, even for you... [ There's a happy medium if they accept that something strange does seem to be going on while trashing the idea. ] Nothing looks wrong with you though.

[ Or at least, there isn't an obvious physical indication that something is amiss, like a loss of color or something along those lines. They assume the same must be true for them. Is it worse that they can't tell if there's a sinister event going on, or better that they're at least not being attacked by something vicious??? ]

You think it's the town...?

[unghost]

I'm probably going to.

[ You know, probably. It's sort of hard to imagine what they're going to feel when they feel "normal" again, if only because they can't remember exactly what it felt like to be the regular Cairngorm. ]

Let's just hope neither of us do something worse. [ Worse than asking to be punched, or worse than punching someone without a care. ] It's going to be a pain if whatever this is progresses...

[shizun]

[ He cannot help but laugh. Reaching his hand out, he ruffles her hair. ]

I can't see anything embarrassing about it. So, if I can't see it, it isn't embarrassing.

[witchual]

[ Whoa. That's a different kind of magic than Magilou was expecting. A malak, or a spirit...? No, it's more intangible than that, and she didn't sense anything beforehand. How curious. Her eyebrows are raised, lips slightly parted, and it's more emotion than she's shown most of the day.

The pain was mostly a throbbing ache, even if it was fairly sharp - yet the moment Maya makes the connection with her head, it's completely gone. She rubs at where the bump was, but even that doesn't produce any pain. ]

You weren't kidding about that healing.

[ It comes out more muted than it would otherwise, but there's gratitude in her tone. ]

That's the healing part - but for the thief part, if you ever need someone to steal a couch for you, that's right up my alley. Seems like Cucumby over here would love to help pick anything up, too. Isn't that right, big guy? [ There's a small, coy grin on her face as she inclines her head to the puppet. ]

[witchual]

No one's really watching over them. Go for it.

[ As if to help prove her point, Magilou turns her head right and left, a stalwart watchman for anyone who might interrupt Berserker's flower picking. Of course, she already knows there won't be. They might have grown here naturally, or the seeds were planted by whoever brought them here, but what's the point in letting the garden of their kidnapper grow? ]

After all... there's nothing more pure than a flower. Left to grow out in the wild, free to pop up where they choose... There's a strange beauty in the uncultivated and wild ones. It might make for a good housemate.

[ The words come out in a whisper. She looks at Berserker, and then turns around to stand watch again. ]

[passio]

[ it’s odd, when the sadness seems to take him over so completely and yet has no distinct internal origin. he can’t place why he’s feeling such despair even searching within his heart. it’s as if the blood on his hands has nothing to do with it.

he takes a deep, shuddering breath, tears spilling out like blood from an open wound. ]

Please… take it back.

[noholdsbard]

[ Lan Wangji, is it? It’s sort of a relief to know that she has a reliable roommate, if nothing else. Though he can’t help but wonder what disaster might happen if Wei Wuxian tried to visit the man while she was around.

Although that thought’s dismissed for the moment as she broaches that question, whereupon he turns a little bit green.

Sorry, Gawain. You had that one coming. ]

Forgive me…but I do not think I should dignify his actions by calling them “cooking.”

[ He’s a superb knight, but please…have mercy… ]

[regrede]

[ sierra would take it as kindness if she thought magilou meant it that way in the least. the lack of malice does not a friendship make, but even so, as they sit here, sierra feels… comfortable with her. whether it’s the string around their finger or the atmosphere, or even this strange sincerity in sharing secrets, something is making this meeting feel important. ]

Well, thank you. I…

[ …was going to say something pretty haughty, on impulse, but she finds she’s lacking the motivation. she shakes her head. ]

I must know what is your area of expertise. You’re a confusing one, Magilou.