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Event Six.
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Your first choice should always be to run Otherwise you had better hope You have silver bullets in a gun. | |
Welcome to Awash's sixth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. | |
he full moon hangs brightly over the Town, hovering so low that it almost feels as though you could reach out and touch it. It should be comforting.[ dextera is sorry, and he’ll do what he can to apologize to her later properly, but for now his only option is to catch her when she stumbles. he’s still holding her hand, but now he wraps his other arm around her shoulders.
he trusts her not to bite him, even if she’s this close now. they’re friends. ]
he trusts her not to bite him, even if she’s this close now. they’re friends. ]
I know Caramia! [Except...] I don't know where he lives....
[Ha... Minato is more than content to tuck his Evoker away into its holster as he looks up at Summer, one hand neatly back in his pocket pretty much immediately.]
It'd be a pretty bad joke, right...?
[He definitely wasn't kidding about it.]
That was my Persona, though. It's sort of like... a part of me that's meant to help me face hardships.
[Which is still kind of vague, but they're hard to explain.]
I use my Evoker to summon them.
It'd be a pretty bad joke, right...?
[He definitely wasn't kidding about it.]
That was my Persona, though. It's sort of like... a part of me that's meant to help me face hardships.
[Which is still kind of vague, but they're hard to explain.]
I use my Evoker to summon them.
[Dextera grabbing his hand does surprise Minato a little, though he pauses willingly, blinking quietly--but the squeeze of his fingers is gentle and kind, and while Minato can't understand exactly what's going through Dextera's head, he's pretty sure he understands enough.
Dextera is truly kind, isn't he? Even when this scared... he still reached out to Minato to wish him well.
It's something Minato admires--he hasn't been truly, properly scared of much in a long time, but it's the people who fight through that fear to do what they can anyway who are really amazing. Like Dextera, reaching out to him even though he's terrified.
So Minato just meets his eyes firmly, nodding--message received, and appreciated--and when Dextera lets go, he turns to finally go. He has work to do, if he wants to be able to keep his promise. But... he feels a bit more rejuvenated now, and a bit more sure--everything's going to be okay.]
Dextera is truly kind, isn't he? Even when this scared... he still reached out to Minato to wish him well.
It's something Minato admires--he hasn't been truly, properly scared of much in a long time, but it's the people who fight through that fear to do what they can anyway who are really amazing. Like Dextera, reaching out to him even though he's terrified.
So Minato just meets his eyes firmly, nodding--message received, and appreciated--and when Dextera lets go, he turns to finally go. He has work to do, if he wants to be able to keep his promise. But... he feels a bit more rejuvenated now, and a bit more sure--everything's going to be okay.]
Probably, yeah.
[He shrugs one shoulder. More interesting is that snippy tone; he hadn't known she'd been able to talk to someone like that.]
I don't care, you don't have to lie.
[He shrugs one shoulder. More interesting is that snippy tone; he hadn't known she'd been able to talk to someone like that.]
I don't care, you don't have to lie.
[ Gorm came into the forest so Crowley can teach them how to nya. ]
Understandable. [ That is what the vampire had been doing even after he had been bitten; killing wolves, ridding them from the town, possibly making more enemies within the pack that had attacked them than friends. And while there's an itch in the back of his head that tells him to stalk and prey in a similar fashion the coherent side of him -- the side that wins, ultimately -- keeps Crowley within the forest. ]
They were aiming to attack a human, so it was either them or me... so I just thought it'd be for the best. [ But there's no emotion behind his voice, as if being the sacrificial lamb so a human doesn't have to go through the frustrating process of become a werewolf isn't even worth noting. If anything he's more or less confused as to why he didn't just let the monster sink its fangs into their neck. ] You'd do the same thing, wouldn't you? The most you'd lose is an arm but that's not terrible!
Understandable. [ That is what the vampire had been doing even after he had been bitten; killing wolves, ridding them from the town, possibly making more enemies within the pack that had attacked them than friends. And while there's an itch in the back of his head that tells him to stalk and prey in a similar fashion the coherent side of him -- the side that wins, ultimately -- keeps Crowley within the forest. ]
They were aiming to attack a human, so it was either them or me... so I just thought it'd be for the best. [ But there's no emotion behind his voice, as if being the sacrificial lamb so a human doesn't have to go through the frustrating process of become a werewolf isn't even worth noting. If anything he's more or less confused as to why he didn't just let the monster sink its fangs into their neck. ] You'd do the same thing, wouldn't you? The most you'd lose is an arm but that's not terrible!
[The nudge makes Rin's tail twitch, a slight startle after being lost in his thoughts. He tries to give his own reassuring smile like he isn't absolutely wrapped up in his own worries and fears about the situation. Demons were what he knew how to deal with, not the shit this town kept throwing at them.
The smile wavers before the expression is fully realized. He sighed and dropped his head, shaking it slowly.]
You're efficient. I barely know what the word means. I'm just some dumb kid with a sword who's way in over his head in this place.
The smile wavers before the expression is fully realized. He sighed and dropped his head, shaking it slowly.]
You're efficient. I barely know what the word means. I'm just some dumb kid with a sword who's way in over his head in this place.
I'll manage...
[With his stupid paws. He sighs and steps in to take the glass, carefully, managing not to drop it. He even gets a sip of the water, but.
That's not what he wants.
He's standing close to Hunk. He can hear his heartbeat. Should he be able to hear his heartbeat? WHh is it so loud suddenly? It's deafeningly loud, and that seems strange]
[With his stupid paws. He sighs and steps in to take the glass, carefully, managing not to drop it. He even gets a sip of the water, but.
That's not what he wants.
He's standing close to Hunk. He can hear his heartbeat. Should he be able to hear his heartbeat? WHh is it so loud suddenly? It's deafeningly loud, and that seems strange]
[ Maya sucks in a quick breath, her cheer dimming into a more controlled expression. ]
I think you're right. I can hear them.
[ because the werewolves are helpful enough to announce their arrival with a singalong. ]
I think you're right. I can hear them.
[ because the werewolves are helpful enough to announce their arrival with a singalong. ]
That's true! No wonder they're trying to bite us-- they want new recruits!
[ Hoo... ray... ]
[ Hoo... ray... ]
... You know-- that's the other thing I was looking for.
Right!! We've only just begun our counterattack!
[ these poor wolves. ]
[ these poor wolves. ]
[Keith sips at the water again before frowning at it. No. That's definitely not it. He looks up at Hunk, and something in his eyes change, and maybe it's the wolf thing or maybe it's the wolf thing amplifying his Galra heritage but his eyes flash yellow, pupils slitting.
The glass drops, but before it even hits the floor, Keith is on Hunk, snarling, lunging, teeth bared, leaping and sinking those teeth right into Hunk's neck, hard enough to break the skin. ...probably harder if it didn't hit him all at once what he's doing.]
The glass drops, but before it even hits the floor, Keith is on Hunk, snarling, lunging, teeth bared, leaping and sinking those teeth right into Hunk's neck, hard enough to break the skin. ...probably harder if it didn't hit him all at once what he's doing.]
[Hunk wouldn't notice if he weren't, well, doing the fretting thing. As it is, he sees the exact instant those eyes change and he freezes, startled, his hand still hovering in mid-air ready to do something.
Except, holy--
He now knows what it's like to be too shocked to make a sound because he vaguely hears the shattering of glass before his body jerks, reacting to the pain instinctively. And, well, in his haste to do something, he falls back, the chairs behind him clattering every which way as, yeah, he hits the floor with a thud.]
Except, holy--
He now knows what it's like to be too shocked to make a sound because he vaguely hears the shattering of glass before his body jerks, reacting to the pain instinctively. And, well, in his haste to do something, he falls back, the chairs behind him clattering every which way as, yeah, he hits the floor with a thud.]
[Keith follows him down, so that he winds up more or less on top of Hunk, pinning him down, drawing back with blood-dripping teeth still bared. But as obvious as it was when his eyes shifted, it's just as obvious when it hits him what he's done.
His eyes widen and he chokes on the sound that tries to escape, scrambling back and away from Hunk, staring at him in horror.]
...I'm... I didn't... I'm sorry...
[That's all he's got. He's too dangerous to stay here. He can taste Hunk's blood and he wants more of it, and that's all there is. He's making a break for the door and won't stop running until he's reached the woods.]
His eyes widen and he chokes on the sound that tries to escape, scrambling back and away from Hunk, staring at him in horror.]
...I'm... I didn't... I'm sorry...
[That's all he's got. He's too dangerous to stay here. He can taste Hunk's blood and he wants more of it, and that's all there is. He's making a break for the door and won't stop running until he's reached the woods.]
[It's still kind of processing, between the pain and the falling and the uh everything and Hunk gasps as Keith pulls back. He stares up at him as his neck throbs repeatedly but--]
Ke--
[He coughs mid-forming of the word, rising quickly as his head spins, floor lurching under him. Oh, dammit! What did he just say! Talk before making any hasty decisions!
...But, by the time he gets to his feet, hand holding a cloth to the bleeding bite marks on his neck, Keith is long gone.]
Ke--
[He coughs mid-forming of the word, rising quickly as his head spins, floor lurching under him. Oh, dammit! What did he just say! Talk before making any hasty decisions!
...But, by the time he gets to his feet, hand holding a cloth to the bleeding bite marks on his neck, Keith is long gone.]
[Shouto would only look like a clam werewolf. He'd be stressed out right under the surface, but years of repressing his feelings might trump instincts.]
We don't have doctors here.
[Because it's true. Besides, what doctors would know about werewolf diseases?]
It's not. Nothing about this is fair.
We don't have doctors here.
[Because it's true. Besides, what doctors would know about werewolf diseases?]
It's not. Nothing about this is fair.
Right? It must be really hard to come up with a cure out of nowhere! It takes years and years to find cures for diseases. And that's with labs and...other science stuff!
[Disabling still sounds a little too close to killing.]
Can we lock them up somewhere? Like putting them in jail!
[Disabling still sounds a little too close to killing.]
Can we lock them up somewhere? Like putting them in jail!
[ Unsurprising, really. Nights have gotten very busy recently! ]
Are you at least getting the chance to rest up during the day?
[ It's far from ideal (Joshua, himself, runs on high-level paranoia at all times, even if this particular ordeal seems to be confining itself to the dark hours), but nobody can keep this up 24-7 without burning out sooner or later. ]
Are you at least getting the chance to rest up during the day?
[ It's far from ideal (Joshua, himself, runs on high-level paranoia at all times, even if this particular ordeal seems to be confining itself to the dark hours), but nobody can keep this up 24-7 without burning out sooner or later. ]
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