awashlogs | Event Twenty-Five.

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Event Twenty-Five.

I'd like to creep into the wood
And see the bonnets blue,
And hear the bluebells ringing loud,
I wish I could -- don't you?

t's another day, another month, and another time for people to show up in the well. You'd better go rescue them! Never mind the fact that you woke up with a flower in your hands.

It's probably fine. Don't mind it at all. It's not like it's hard to ignore a little flower.

(At least, not until the effects start to kick in. Better go rescue the people in the well before they do.)

Oh, right. Even the people in the well have flowers, so... things are going to be a little ridiculous very quickly, when all of those side effects kick in. Have fun!

Welcome to Awash's Twenty-fifth 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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"Well, first off..."

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"... What was your name again?"

He blinks roundly at her, astounded by that question. But that blush shows him that she must somewhat realize her situation.

"You are cursed by a flower too, aren't you. I am called Tonbokiri. I live in the same house as you..." And thinking of the lady's particular attitude towards certain situations, "I shall have to be particularly cautious for the next few days, won't I."

Actually, finding someplace to be alone for the next few days is sounding better and better.

She slaps a fist to her hand, relieved. "Yes, Tonbokiri! Of course! For the life of me, I couldn't remember your name...

... or why came I out here." Dang it.

"I see. Perhaps it would be best for you to remain inside, then."

An idea occurring, he taps his fist to his palm. "Find something to write with, and make yourself notes so that you don't forget in the midst of what you're doing."

"Oh, yes!" A wave of relief momentarily flows through her. "A brilliant idea! Thank you ever so much, sir..."

She trailed off. Having forgotten his name, again. Would she even remember what he told her to do?

Sir? ... Did she forget already?

Tonbokiri frowns slightly, the magically-induced desire to be alone warring with his personal good-sense to help her. The fact that he is being reluctant is so unlike him, he can only hope that that will be one thing she won't remember when this is over.

"I... will help you, Maribelle-dono. Please, start by walking home." He'll trade the hoe for his spear and start walking behind her.

"... Which way is that?"

At least she's clearly embarrassed by all this. Her memory may keep vanishing, but her pride is there! ... And dying a horrible death.

Well, they didn't get far, did they.

Looking at the expression on Maribelle's face, Tonbokiri knows to not say anything... Not that he would, but he'll be doubly cautious now.

"The house straight ahead, over there." He points out their house, rests his spear on his shoulder, and takes the lead.

"This is a terrible curse we are afflicted with this time, isn't it." But he can't help but feel proud, and relieved, that he can help someone even while in this condition.

"We've been cursed before?" But at least she's heading in the direction he pointed, so it's not entirely hopeless.

"Yes. This town inflicts such trials upon us. Your healing abilities have been essential to getting us through many a pinch."

A compliment never goes amiss with her, certainly. Perhaps it will cheer her up.

"Oh, yes, I'm certain it has." She does take the compliment, smirking... Even if she doesn't remember those exact pinches.

Yep, other than her forgetfulness she seems to be fine.

Lifting a hand to his chin he muses, "While you are normally more than able to deal with any situation, I worry about leaving you alone in this condition, Maribelle-dono. It would do neither of us any good if you think me a strange man in your home. However you might unintentionally put yourself in danger if you are alone."

"That is a good point." Maribelle copies his gesture, hand to chin. "Maybe if we left a series of notes in places I would normally look...?"

"That seems to be a reasonable solution."

His concern for her is staving off his own magic curse for now, but he worries if he'll eventually be driven to leave her alone... Would notes be enough?

"Though perhaps you would be more at ease to stay with another, lady, comrade?"

"Are there other ladies here in... wherever we are?"

More questions pile up in her head, getting worse and worse.

"Yes, many. Although it seems that if you try to think of them, you cannot bring them to mind."

He gives her a sympathetic smile.

"Do not press yourself too hard, Maribelle-dono. Just concern yourself with the task in front of you for now." And as they have now arrived home, that task becomes- "Let us find some things to write with."

"... And I'm Maribelle-dono, correct?" Just to be sure, pointing at herself with rapid blinking.

He can't hold back his surprise at that question! "Eh-- You're starting over from there?"

His hands instinctively start reaching out towards her shoulders to stop her, but he draws back and speaks instead.

"Yes. You are Maribelle. '-Dono' is a term of respect in my country. Now, hold there a moment and face me." He weighs his tone with the utmost seriousness, so that hopefully she will not question him. Because, shamefully and unfortunately, he is afraid to confront her so directly.

"We must rid this house of all flowers. Including this one you have on your person." He indicates the flower in her hand.

Maribelle blinks at, what she thinks is, an odd request - fortunately, the 'term of respect' gives her such an ego boost that she's willing to obey, holding out her hand for him to take the flower! Good on him.

"I can't imagine why you want it, but all right." Yep, she's forgotten what the flowers do.

Tonbokiri takes a quick step back, and for once today it's not because of his lack of courage. If he were to take on this forgetfulness curse, what would become of them?

Holding out his palms towards her he shakes his head. "I do not want it either, actually. But if you would, please place it outside. If you do so, perhaps your memory will improve."

He suspects it will not cure the curse, if his own experience is much to go by, but at least the effects might lessen to the point she will not forget her own name so easily...

"All right. I shan't be but a moment."

He means planting it in the garden, right? That shouldn't take too long! She walks on ahead...

... And within a few seconds of putting it in the dirt, she slaps a hand to her face. "My word, what have I been doing all day? I sounded like a complete fool!"

Tonbokiri quietly watches from the doorway as she deals with her flower.

At her exclamation he sighs in relief, even as he worries- she will remember his hesitation, then.

"You were clearly not your normal self, Maribelle-dono. Please do not dwell on it."

Says the spear who wishes to be broken over the shame of his cowardly behaviour today.

She returns to his side, cheeks flushed with humiliation. "You don't understand... I've been like this all day, asking all sorts of people obvious questions! I might as well be the village idiot."

She might harp on this for a while.

Usually he would stay and listen to her harp away, but he's still contending with a solitude curse.

"Not at all. I'm certain everyone will realize it was simply the flower's curse. Now, if you are feeling better, I shall have to excuse myself and return to the field."

Alas...

"Oh, of course. Allow me to help you out there, to make up for this waste of time!"

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