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Intro Log.

It's raining, it's pouring.
The old man is snoring.
He bumped his head and went to bed
And he couldn't get up in the morning.

ou wake in knee-deep water, cold as ice and stagnant, in a space that is far too echoey and spacious. It feels like a massive cave, but looking up... there's only one small, circular opening that shows grey sky and shines any sort of light.

It looks like a long trip upwards, a small cylinder with walls of brick that's just a little too high to reach, even when jumping. Getting out is probably going to be a bit of a task, especially considering the water is more than cold enough to make limbs go numb.

The dark makes it impossible to see much further, but the space seems large, all filled with water, but with no other way out, stone walls the only thing for an intrepid explorer to find. Oh, and to make things even better, it's raining today. Water from below (though thankfully only like, knee-deep), and water from above... how fun.

But most importantly of all... you're not alone.

Welcome to Awash's second intro log, everyone! Please review the FAQ and rules before playing. New characters have all woken at the bottom of the well in the middle of the town (which seems a lot bigger on the inside, somehow), and it looks like they'll have to put in some work to get out. Thankfully, they have some friends on the outside, this time.

Once out, they'll be free to explore the various locations the Town has to offer at will. Just try not to die on any of the far-too-rickety walkways.

Please feel free to ask any questions here and don't forget to greet your fellow players here!

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Then shut up.

[Because obviously they're going? Obviously Greed is going to lead them there, let him be a leader, he's a great leader, GOD. Look, here they are, standing in the rain, all damp hair and scowling expression.]

Here. Climb on.

[You shut up!! Ling would glower if he wasn't still sniffling, shut up Greed, this is terrible leadership.]

Hey, this idea is ridiculous enough that I still know where it's going without asking...

[The opposite of which is an issue that will have to be addressed later, but for now he'll do as he's told. It doesn't really occur to him not to.]

[Damn right he does as he's told. Greed sighs pointedly, despite the fact he's the one who told Ling to do this, but like . . . the kid should at least realize what an honor this is. Normally nobody gets this kind of treatment.

Nails change into claws, there's a moment of tension, and then Greed just fucking Black Panthers it on up, hand digging into the wall, arms moving as he hoists them both up and out of the well.

Later, losers!]

[Ah yes, very exciting, only a little stupid looking with Ling clinging onto his back this time. Being two people is sooo inconvenient.

It should go without saying that Ling isn't going to do something like let go when they get out of the well. He will have to be pried off.]

Off. Off, off, come on--

[But though he says that, he isn't actually making much of a move to pry him off. He isn't really supporting him much, Ling is going to have to cling like hell, but he shoves his hands in his pockets and heads forward. Where? Who knows.

The world is very odd like this. He keeps blinking, sure that there's something off with his eyes, before realizing that no, it really is all grey. People are moving around, which is somewhat assuring; this place would be really creepy if it was empty.

He can feel Ling's breath hitting his neck, warm and even, timed to the way his chest rises and falls.]

How old are you now?

[Greed shouldn't doubt his ability to actually cling onto him like an upset koala; it's not dignified at all, but then, he doesn't feel up to doing much else besides this anyway and that includes being embarrassed by his own behavior.

Greed is here, solid, complaining about Ling clinging to him but not actually doing anything about it—typical. He'll focus on other things in a moment.]

Eighteen. [and he took over the world!! almost.] How did you come back?

[Three years, then. Less time than Greed had been estimating, but still a pretty long time. Long enough that Ling had more than enough time to heal from the hurt of Greed's last (and first) lie, but not long enough that the bitter sting will have faded.

Three years. God.]

I don't know.

[He admits it grudgingly, his head tipping back to stare up at the sky for a few minutes.]

I don't know how the hell I came back in this body, either. You'd think it'd be with you if anything.

[But here he is, with his leather trousers and fur vest, his hair soaking wet and sticking to his forehead. They're definitely heading for a house in Ruga, because this is getting gross, he wants to be dry.]

I didn't regenerate, though. The last thing I remember is your sorry ass bawling over me, you and the runt and Lan Fan, and then . . .

[He gestures grandly with one arm, throwing it out.]

Ta-dah.

[The true proof of Ling's devotion here is the sheer effort he has to put in to stay attached to wet leather and nasty wet fur. This is gross and Greed's bad taste will be the death of him one day.

He hums, because he doesn't have any better guess than Greed does; they're both here somehow, with three years between them and Greed in a completely different body, one that already died for real before... The details aren't going to be filled in; somehow, he can already tell that much.

It's alright, probably. It's something.]

Strange, [is what he manages, finally peeling his face off the nasty-ass wet fur and daring to look around. Strange, probably no clear answer to any of this, and they're in this... only half-colored in town? It's like a bad coloring book.]

Lan Fan isn't here. [She'd have found him already, certainly--] This place... is a little uncomfortable, isn't it?

It's something.

[It's fucked up is what it is, and the little splashes of color amid the grey only make it worse. He scowls as the road changes to cobblestones beneath his feet; the first empty-looking townhouse he finds he tries the door.

It is, by great coincidence, the house he was assigned.]

Off.

[That's a real order, because all this leather and fur is coming off. Which is why it's good they're in his house, because no one deserves to walk in on that on their first day.

Is there a fireplace around here? There better be, he's gonna poke around for one, with or without Ling on his back.]

[Fine, fine, Ling peels himself off and drops lightly to the floor, watching Greed for a moment before he turns to look away and poke around himself. This sure is a house...]

Look at this!

[It's a laptop, whatever that is!! He probably shouldn't be holding it up by its corners, but look at it!]

What the hell is that?

[Bad news: no fireplace. Good news: the fur vest is off, draped carefully over a chair. He's still got the leather pants on . . . for now. But the laptop is distracting, and he comes over, frowning at it.]

A box? Open it.

[Bossy!]

[Baby steps. Ling motions for Greed to come over and look at this while he opens it, since he's not going to carry it around and also might have forgotten for a moment that Greed can't see out of his eyes with him. Get over here.

He cracks it open. It's not a box? It's kind of a box.]

I don't know what we're supposed to do with this.

[He ends up behind him, plunking his chin down against Ling's shoulder, arms snaking around his sides so he can reach the box too. Which is . . . both a very bizarre position to be in and also very much right, all at once. Of course he and Ling ought to be pressed together, that's simply how they function, but at the same time, he doesn't care for the way Ling is his own separate entity.

Odd.

Whatever.

He pokes and prods at a few of the buttons, tapping random letters, and suddenly--]

Hah!

[--it turns on. He is the computer master.]

[Breaking: 2 idiots from the 1910s discover computers. Ling leans back in the little space left to him and lets Greed do his thing without objection. He doesn't know enough about this mystery box to do anything else, and he's idly thinking most of the same things. It's strange to be two separate people, but - all things considered, including but not limited to Greed not being dead now, which is delightful now that he's not crying sloppily everywhere - well, it's also a little delightful!

Now what the hell does this box do.]

Huh! Now what? [impress him, computer wizard.]

[Master, computer master . . . it takes a bit more poking and prodding before he finds the trackpad, and a bit more time before he realizes the correlation between the moving mouse and the trackpad.

Clicking takes a while.

But! Eventually he gets it. Isn't he smart? Praise him, as he drapes all over Ling and does all this. Which is sort of uncomfortable, so--]

C'mon, let's go sit.

[He will, if allowed, yank Ling into his lap. The laptop's on Ling, Ling is on Greed, it works out beautifully.]

[Wizard sounds more fun! Ling is... not as fascinated by this as he was at first, the longer it goes on. His only contribution is holding up the mystery box and getting more and more bored, until Greed rearranges both of them to be furniture at once. Okay, okay. This is less holding effort now that he's got an available lap.]

So what does it do? What's this?

[He points at the screen so Greed knows which fun icon out of all like 2 or so he wants to see, by which I mean he pokes his grimy finger right up against the screen because he doesn't know how to respect a laptop. Anyway, show him MS Paint.]

This was a lot easier when I could just control your hands.

[He smacks his hand away as he says it. There's a hideous little smudge left behind on his laptop (his laptop!), and he'll have to clean that, or at least get someone to clean it.

But slowly, wobblingly, he heads over to Paint.]

What the hell is it, a paint box?

[Sort of. But he laughs as he draws a line, because that's kind of cool. And then the world's shakiest smiley face, that's sort of cute, in a stupid way.]

You wanted me to sit here.

[So it's his own fault that Ling is here and readily available to get his hands all over this screen. As for this paint box thing, he's much more interested than he was in the random typing. This smiley face... jesus. It's very stupid and very cute.]

Is that going to be me?

[where's the ponytail and the charm?!]

Hmm . . .

[There. There is the ponytail and the charm, and also the giant-ass grin.]

Now it's you.

[God it's atrocious. He loves it.]

I see it, I see it. This one is just for drawing? [Hmm, the inevitable,] My turn.

[He at least clears his hands away, though he hasn't the faintest idea how to get a new canvas. Instead his hands settle on Ling's hips, keeping him put, as Greed shifts and squirms and readjusts. This couch is, frankly, kind of shitty, and there's no fireplace, and he hates it already.

He definitely needs an upgrade.]

You even remember how I look enough to draw me?

Maybe I'm not drawing you, [he says, as he literally twists around to look at Greed over his shoulder and studies at his face. He does this several times while he works on his masterpiece, which is just down a little ways diagonally from Greed's artwork because they're both too dumb to use MS Paint properly...

It's a good one. He added the terrible fur collar because it haunts him.]

There, what do you think? [he draws this and just grins perfectly innocently about it.]

[To be fair, he absolutely bares his teeth at least once as Ling glances back at him, for no other reason than he's delighted to have them back. But he watches this masterpiece unfold, and it's . . .

Actually kind of accurate, honestly, and he barks out a laugh.]

At least you drew clothes. What the hell is wrong with my nose?

[Yeah, of course it's good. He should have been an artist instead of an emperor.]

That's how it looks— big.

[He's been twisting around so much that now, when he moves again to bop Greed on the nose, the laptop slips off his lap and he has to make a sudden lunge for it instead. Nothing but slapstick in this household.]

Oye, oye--

[FOR FUCK'S SAKE LING at least they both end up grabbing it, it's fine, they don't break his laptop on the first day they're doing just fine. All that extra strength (and Ling holding onto it too, that helps) means he only needs one hand to keep a grip on it, which is good, because his other hand is absolutely coming up to smack Ling's cheek.

It's not quite a slap. Just sort of . . . scolding.]

Careful. You break it and you're gonna have to learn enough alchemy to fix it, kiddo.

[But that being said . . . he sets the laptop on his lap, scowling at the back of his head.]

It's proportional. My hands are bigger than yours too, because you're like a size smaller than me.

Edited 2018-05-16 20:58 (UTC)

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