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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[queenofminiskirts]

[She should be happy to see someone she cares about. It's that knowledge that has her smiling in a way that's entirely forced. She should be happy and since she can't feel it, she'll force herself to pretend because she doesn't want anyone to worry.

But the smile disappears and her worry is genuine. She reaches out to take his hand.]

What do you mean you're responsible for those deaths?

[passio]

It’s what it sounds like. I let the world die…

[ maybe he wasn’t truly, directly responsible for the choices of the archangel, but it was dextera’s selfishness that set the plan in motion in the first place. then, as a god—there’s no telling all that he could have done. ]

[queenofminiskirts]

...but why?

[She can still hurt for him, at least.]

[passio]

Because I’m selfish. Because I was willing to let everyone die, just so I wouldn’t be alone…

[ his “sin.” ]

[queenofminiskirts]

[Oh.

She lets go of his hand and hugs him instead.]

It was wrong. [Because it was, but...] I'm sorry.

[passio]

You’re…

[ dextera doesn’t understand her words, or the embrace. he doesn’t hug her back, in his confusion, but it’s not because he hates the feeling of her arms around him. ]

Why are you sorry?

[queenofminiskirts]

[Why? She has to think about how she wants to articulate her thoughts.]

Because you did something terrible and you'll have to live with it your entire life. [And she knows what he's like, knows how kind he is.] Because it must have been painful, right?

[passio]

[ kaoru isn’t wrong. he’s been living with this pain for so long, for years at this point, for all that he’s done—all the blood on his hands. ]

It was.

[ and yet, now— ]

But I don’t feel anything. Not anymore.

[queenofminiskirts]

...what do you mean?

[passio]

Something in my chest is missing…

[ it’s not the feeling of having adjusted. he isn’t over it, as he once thought he was. it’s as if there’s a gap in his heart that he doesn’t know how to get back. ]

[queenofminiskirts]

...like a rib?

[passio]

…huh?

[ it does get his attention. ]

No… not like a rib. A feeling…