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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[shizun]

[ He blinks at the snarling, at how she turns her head away and clenches her jaw. ]

Are you mad that I'm worried about you? [ Filling his mouth full of air, he tucks the air bubble into one cheek. It makes him resemble a hamster shoving food in one side of his mouth. Turning his head, he lets out a loud sigh. ]

Well, too bad. I'm worried. You got a problem with it! Too bad! This is the kind of setting that we're in!

[uuuh]

[He looks like a petulant child, but she just looks more like a cornered animal the more he presses the subject. They're in the setting of some melodrama, at the very least.

Especially in the state she's in, words are just amorphous shadows in her brain. It's hard, it's hard, but he won't stop, and her teeth clench harder until finally --]

Don't...!

Mo ck.... me.....!!

[With how tired he's already seen her to be, he'll notice that just that much winds her. Who would be worried about her? Why won't he stop tormenting her?]

[shizun]

[ His brows furrow as he looks at her. She really does resemble some cornered beast, and he doesn't understand it. Does she think that he's some villain that's going to hurt her? As if! You don't even know me!

The original occupant of his body may have been scum among scum, but Shen Qingqiu thinks that he's, at least, a decent person. Or I try to be. Don't confuse me for the villain that used to be in here, okay?! He moved and I rent and own this place, okay?! ]

I'm not. [ Jeez, is she really okay? ] Have you been acting this way to everyone? No wonder you're almost about ready to collapse.

[ Why is no one taking care of themselves! Also, her fear of people really is concerning. Shen Qingqiu frowns before he holds his hands out, palms up. ] Look. I'm not going to hurt you. See? [ How does this show anything?! It is the first thing that came to mind -- to show that he's completely unarmed. ]

[uuuh]

[She doesn't want to be treating everyone like this. Maybe that's obvious in how she sags a little bit, letting out a tired little growl as she does so. Most of the people she's met and interacted with this week are not threats, not opponents, not enemies.

Maybe there's a part of her that understands so many of the people here do not deserve to be on the receiving end of her of her rage, maybe even feels guilty about it, but logic isn't something that can quell madness.

She holds her open hands, palms down, over his, visibly shaking a little bit, not sure what to do with the gesture.]

[shizun]

[ He carefully takes her hands, giving them a small squeeze.

Shen Qingqiu wonders why it is that she's so afraid. He would like to pat her head, but he feels like doing that would be a little too forward. Right now, holding hands seems like this is a good step. ]

You were just scared, huh?

[uuuh]

[Oh, that might not have been a good idea.

He doesn't mean her any harm. He doesn't, he doesn't - but the minute he grips her hands, Berserker tries to pull away.

Is it true what he says? Could her rage have any grounding in fear, or is it just anger, only pain?]

Auuh...!

[It's apologetic: She can't stop it. She wants to. She can't.]

[shizun]

[ He lets go of her hands as soon as she tries to pull away.

Already, he is starting to frown as he wonders what kind of life that she has had until now. Hey! I'm getting really pissed about authors who think it is okay to bully others with shitty pasts, all right?!

But he, at least, recognizes the tone that she uses. ]

It's all right. It's not your fault.

[ His shamelessness spikes as he decides that he's just pissed! ] Listen! This isn't your fault! [ He says again in a stronger tone! ] It's fucking bullshit is what it is! And if I happen to find out the author of yours, I'm going to kick him in the fucking dick for you! You feel me?! This shit won't stand!

I won't stand for it!

[uuuh]

[Yelling definitely just fuels the lack of calm she's experiencing right now.]

Uuhh...!! [She takes a step back, surprised by his shift from quiet to loud. Her...author? Could he mean the man that brought life to her? Berserker herself feels adoration and contempt for that man in equal measure, and so her own emotions are complicated.

But she can tell that Shen Qingqiu in incensed now, and the energy feeds her own. She responds to his yelling with even more of the same.] OUUUAHH!

[shizun]

Right! Exactly!

[ If he had a table, he would be beating his fists on it. ]

You're definitely deserving of better! [ Shen Qingqiu may not fully understand the situation, but the signs are enough to warrant his upset. Why is it that authors seem to enjoy torturing their characters!? Nobody really wants that! They want them to be happy, okay?!

He breathes in deep, anger fueling him for a second, before he realizes that there isn't anything they can take it out on. They could go into the woods and unleash Hell upon everything, but -- well, why don't they?! ]

Wanna go beat the shit out of some things?!

[uuuh]

[Looking back on this day, Berserker will likely think about how strange it all turned out. To go from almost attacking this man for his obnoxious music to...being invited to destroy things alongside him?

But for right now, she's just fired up. The mace, Bridal Chest, reappears in her hands again, and she lets out another fierce cry.

She absolutely wants to go beat the shit out of some things. In fact, it's the only thing she can think of to do with all of this energy she's built up with no outlet, a self-contained storm.]

[shizun]

[ His arms lift up in the air -- a "V" for "victory!" ]

Let's go apeshit!

[ After this encounter, Shen Qingqiu is going to sit in a corner and contemplate his life choices. He will think of how he just swore and yelled a lot of nonsense in the face of a pretty young lady. He will poke the wall and think about how he claims to be an elegant, righteous cultivator and should really try harder to maintain that image.

But at the moment!! He grabs his fan, clenches it in his fist, and lifts it up in the air like it is their battle standard!! Energy crackles around him as he makes a sprint for the forest! ]

To battle!!

[uuuh]

[There's really no one who knows better how to go apeshit than a mad warrior. Except maybe a mad warrior who has lost any restraint she might have had.

Shen Qingqiu's war cry is met with one of Berserker's own, and her own energy flares up in crackles of bright green lightning as she dashes on his heels, easily keeping pace with him and perhaps even drawing ahead as she increases speed. It's almost as if she can taste blood on the air.

... If nothing else, it'll make for a good outlet of the emotions that can't control or regain this week.]