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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[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.

[witchual]

Curiosity killed the cat, you know.

[ That might be the least of your worries goes unsaid. It's not meant to be a hurtful jab, but a playful one. Talking like this, peacefully and uninterrupted, is something she never does. It's comforting, and even if it's because she can feel that both she and Sierra are more at ease than either of them should be, she can't help but feel a bit more like herself the longer they talk.

There's something here, a connection as literal as it is metaphorical, that makes her feel like talking instead of bluffing wouldn't be the worst idea. She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees and linking her hands together in a mockery of a prayer position. She'll regret it tomorrow, no doubt, but... ]

If you're talking about combat, my skills mostly lie in fire and water spells, with healing on the side. But if you're talking about the intangible... spiritual ability isn't something you see every day where I come from.

[regrede]

[ truthfully, sierra has only the kind of reverence that a vampire could for a church. she’s not weak to holiness, as others of her kind are, but she’s nevertheless drawn to the concept of what could hurt her—and, it seems, she has a flair for the dramatic. it’s hard to resist.

all that is to say, she doesn’t mind magilou’s faux prayer. ]

Aha… I have thunder. If we could find ourselves an earth user, we would be quite well-rounded.

[ she swings her legs, her shoes only barely scuffing the floor from her seat on the pew. ]

You must be quite powerful. Spiritually speaking.