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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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All right, all right, don't cook yourself.

[He reaches for her wrist, tugging it back.]

The egg, cook the egg.

[ It'd be times like this where Mafuyu's very high pain tolerance works against her, because there's no need to stubbornly hold her finger underwater to prove some sort of point that doesn't need proving, pulling it out to be bright red and starting to blister, and her first aid measure is to stick it in her mouth and suck on it like you'd do for a paper cut.

The next hurdle is cracking an egg with one hand. Easy, easy.

Hold the egg in one hand. Crush it in your fist. Sacrifice your other hand to pick the pieces of shell out of the now furiously boiling water. ]

[Okay, see, on the one hand? Greed doesn't eat, so what the fuck does he know about food. He sure doesn't know how to make any kind of egg.

On the other hand: somehow, this does not seem to be the way.

But shit, who cares? She's teaching him her way, that's all that ought to matter. So he watches her, gaze unimpressed, as her fingers turn red as she picks up bits of eggshell out of boiling hot water.]

Hey. You human or what?

[ Why is she boiling eggs for him if he doesn't even eat, omg, she wouldn't do all of this just to feed herself--

She ignores his question for a bit, just until she plucks all the shells out before they start to sink too far and she scalds more than just the tips of her fingers, flinging the shells off to the side and then leaping over to the sink to run cold water over her hands. The eggs can do their thing, overcook or whatever. Greed shouldn't care since he's not eating them. ]

Yeah, I'm human. What's that supposed to mean?

[maybe he'll try it! who knows! LIFE IS A MYSTERY]

It means most humans don't stick their fingers in boiling water.

[Just saying . . . he glances over at her, though, flashing a grin.]

Don't get huffy. I'm not human. It's not a bad thing.

Most people's got money so they can buy their soup and don't have to. This is what you call self-sufficiency!

[ She pounds a fist on her chest, proud of everything she's done for herself. Boiling water? Done. Eggs? Cooking. Bland and tasteless unless they add stuff too it, so she goes around flinging open the cupboards to see what this house has in stock. Nothing but a whole lot of grey powders that may or may not be dust, because that's what it looks like. ]

What's your "I'm not human" thing all about? You look it.

[it's what you call something, anyway . . . no, but he's endeared despite himself. What a strange little girl this one is, fiercely independent and yet kind of useless all at once.]

Looks can be deceiving.

[But a practical demonstration is more fun. Even as he says that, black carbon spills over his arms, a shiny metallic surface that stretches from his fingertips upwards and downwards, til it reaches the top of his neck, just short of his face. And it's easy to see now that the carbon is what he'd been using as a shirt beneath his vest, because why not.]

Holy fucking shit.

[ Mafuyu stares, awestruck, as the black spreads all over Greed's body. It's enough of a surprise that it leaves her shock-still for a moment, but then realization dawns upon her and she breathes out. ]

—like a chameleon!! Do red next!

[ Cool power, bro! Being able to change color. ]

I don't change color on command.

[He doesn't change color at all, actually. But that praise is worth a lot, and he grins, semi-secretly delighted with the praise.]

It's a shield, kiddo. The Ultimate Shield, actually, there's not a thing in the world that can break through it.

[ bs

Mafuyu takes it as a challenge, stepping forward without a moment's notice and swinging her leg up in a roundhouse kick at Greed's torso, and proceeds to break her shin bone on his stomach, probably. ]

[SHE SURE DOES . . . it's like kicking concrete, honestly, there's absolutely no give at all. Greed stares down at her, a faint smile on his face, and waits until she's lowered her leg before saying:]

You break anything?

[ PROBABLY..... It takes everything she has to hold back the tears, but she wills the pain to subside even as she winces, testing weight on that foot. It's okay, she has another leg to stand on, and she shifts everything thataway so she can continue putting up a brave front. ]

Nothing cool yet. Can I stab you with something?

Sure. Knock yourself out.

[But he's reaching for the kitchen chair, pulling it over and forcibly pushing her so she sits in it. He's kneeling (and raising his shield up to his neck, thanks, he can survive a stabbing regardless but like it's not fun), hands taking her injured leg and raising it up so he can inspect it.]

[ She doesn't carry around any weapons, so she's half twisted around to grab something from the kitchen drawers when she's shoved into the chair and her leg taken and she yelps in surprise, kicking out reflexively— with that same injured leg... you know... and this time it does hurt enough to cry out. ]

Let go!! What're you doing!?!!

Shut up. What does it look like?

[His hands are large, and he sure doesn't handle her with care, but nor is he purposely hurting her. His fingers skim down the bone, and he rolls his eyes.]

Yeah, you sure fucked it up. You know how to fix it?

Is it broken?! You're supposed to snap it back in place, right?? Do that! Fix it!

[ Is that how you fix broken bones? who even knows ]

I don't know, I heal myself.

[So his usually do just snap in place, but he's also pretty sure this isn't broken? Just a little fucked up. Sprained? Fractured? He's no doctor, who the fuck knows.]

Shit, girlie, how the hell do you get through life like this? Be more careful, huh?

[But he's releasing her, poking around to see if he can make some ice pack or something. That helps humans, right?]

[ It's a good question, but with school nurses and sheer determination, Mafuyu's managed to not die so far, and she doesn't intend to do so now. There's no exposed bone, so she's got that going for her, but looking down at her bare leg, it's definitely red and swelling up and making it hard to see just how bad it is. ]

What're you looking for? A knife?

[ She hops out of the chair, leg raised like a flamingo. It hurts a lot more to hop around like this than it would be to simply drag the leg, but okay. ]

No, I'm-- sit.

[It's most definitely an order, barked out and not to be argued with.]

[ sits down right on the ground ]

YES SIR.

[Oh . . . well. Good? He didn't actually mean on the ground, but he's not going to yell at her for obeying, what kind of leader would he be if he did that.

So he leaves her there for a few minutes, until he returns with some ice in a bag. It's not ideal, but it's better than nothing.]

Here.

[He squats down next to her, setting the bag on her leg.]

Keep it on there for a few minutes, all right? And tell me-- hey, tell me how old you are.

[ There's a sharp intake of breath when the ice touches her skin, but it quickly becomes numb and the cold is appreciated. It feels nice, especially since the days have been warm. ]

Me? I'm sixteen— so whatever it is, I'll heal really fast, so you don't have to worry about this!

Mm. Probably, yeah.

[At least he knows that younger humans heal quicker, he's not that hopeless. Greed leans back, falling on his ass so he can lean his back against the cabinet and look at her.]

Bet you'd tell me you'd be fine even if your bone was jutting your leg, though, huh?

Yeah?

[ Yeah she would. He's not making it out to be a big deal, so Mafuyu doesn't either, locking her elbows as she leans back with her palms flat on the ground. ]

'cause all I gotta do is snap it back in place, right? If it's my arm that's broken and I can't do it with one hand, then I'll call you!

. . . you ever actually broken anything before?

[The more they talk, the more he is legitimately worried for this small child.]

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also just submitted this to the quest log, GOOD JOB MAFUYU you taught a man how to boil an egg

I SAW THEIR CUTE SOCKS also he'd better eat that egg before they forget and it goes bad

he won't but ling will, it's fine

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