Event Six.

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If you see this hairy creature Your first choice should always be to run Otherwise you had better hope You have silver bullets in a gun.

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. But as the howl of wolves fills the air, it's anything but. There are werewolves on the prowl, and their target is very clear -- the Town won't be able to last without your help. Welcome to Awash's sixth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[thriftea]

[Luckily for Minato, she isn't, you know, a full werewolf; she's still Ochako, which is why, as she turns his way, she's trying very, very hard to ignore the un-Ochako-like urge to close the distance and chomp down on his arm. The sword he's holding definitely helps with that. When did he get a sword? Goodness.

Asking her if she's hurt, though... oh, Minato. She isn't doing great, that's for sure, and she feels a flash of something—resentment? annoyance? both?—before she throws out a simple—]

No!

[That came out a little harsher than she'd intended, and she instantly offers him a tiny smile. Ignore her extra sharp teeth.]

...I mean, I'm not hurt badly. I'll be okay, Minato-kun.

[Being a half-werewolf brings all kinds of new aches and pains, but like. It's fine. She's fine. She definitely isn't annoyed at herself, or at him, or at the world in general!]

[messianic]

[Whoa.

That was a lot sharper than he was expecting from Ochako, and he pauses...though the smile gets him to walk towards her anyway, frowning a little.]

Not badly...? I'm still worried, then.

[That means she's still not doing so hot, is she?]

Is there anything I can help with?

[thriftea]

[Coming closer is exactly what she was hoping her smile would prevent! ...Well, half of her was hoping that, at least; the other half of her is thrilled to see that her smile actually lured him in, and that is yet another thing she finds incredibly annoying. She's not going to bite him! She absolutely is not going to bite him, even though he looks, you know, kind of tas—oh, no, no, no.]

I-I'm fine! [Looking at him is incredibly difficult, and she hurriedly buries her face in her hands.] You shouldn't worry about me. I'll be okay!

[And you shouldn't get any closer, she almost adds, but... she doesn't. Only an idiot would take another step toward her, right? Right.]

[messianic]

[It's fine. Minato is exactly that sort of idiot.

Which is why he's definitely coming closer; the more she tries to blurt out that she's fine while clearly flustered and uncomfortable, the more concerned he is.

Sure, she's got werewolf features, but...

This is more important.]

Ochako-san... is it hurting you? The werewolf thing? Is there anything I can do?

[He is, in fact, top-notch Fool.]

[thriftea]

[Ochako doesn't need to look up to know that he's closing the distance between them; it isn't surprising to find him willing to take such a risk, but she's so, so angry that he is. Why can't he think about himself for once?]

Minato-kun—

[This time she means to sound sharp, and she snaps her head back up to glare at him... but oh, he's just so close? She could reach out to touch him if she really wanted to, and suddenly that ever-present urge to bite is even stronger than normal. It would be so easy to give in... so easy...

What she does instead, however, is pull a hand away from her face, clench it into a fist, and swing it right at his nose as hard as she can.]

Stay away!

[Going straight for the face is usually a big no-no, but dang it, this is serious! She is not about to bite her friend!]

[messianic]

[It doesn't matter how good Minato's reflexes might be when he's in the middle of a fight; he wasn't expecting Ochako to suddenly be that aggressive (even though by now, he really should know the signs, the traits of those who are infected).

So really, he's helpless to do anything about it.

Ochako clenches her hand into a fist, and nails him right in the nose.

Minato makes a startled, muffled noise of pain (there was definitely a crunch there, he heard it), and then he stumbles back, hands clutched over his bleeding noise, wincing as he retreats a few paces on automatic. Ow, shit. He let his guard down, and he knows Ochako is a proper hero; she may as well be a pro.

He should've known she'd pack a punch, right?]

[thriftea]

[He wasn't the only one who heard that crunch! It's a strangely satisfying sound, and Ochako feels a flash of pride as she pulls her fist away. A solid hit, huh? Nice. She isn't the slightest bit surprised to see the blood start flowing, and it smells—

Okay, so it definitely smells delicious, and therein lies the problem. Blood... is gross? There is absolutely nothing tasty about blood, especially when it's the blood of a friend that she injured, and it's this thought that causes her brain to completely reboot. Give her a second here; let her process everything that happened before—]

I-I— [Now she looks back at Minato, and her brow furrows with clear concern. Oh, shit.] I didn't mean to—

[But she did? And she knows that she did, which makes this whole thing even worse.]

I'm so sorry!

[messianic]

[In truth, this sort of injury is nothing new to him; he's experienced similar plenty of times, with Akihiko being charmed and socking him in the face, or a Shadow flinging him against a wall. Similar things are just to be expected when brawling the night away.

What he wasn't expecting was... Ochako.

He makes a quiet protesting noise; he's not sure why she punched him, but it's Ochako, so he feels as though she must have had a pretty good reason. But he can't quite manage words with his hands covered in blood in front of his face, wincing at the stinging pain of his nose.

He could heal an injury like this without too much trouble, but he doesn't want to exactly point a gun at his head in front of Ochako either. Hm. Quandary.

It seems as though everyone's panic over the Evoker has finally sunk in at the worst possible moment, so there's that; he's going to grope in his pocket for anything to staunch the bleeding, finding nothing and using his sleeve instead for lack of anything else. He's going to have to trash this shirt anyway--it's probably a good thing he's taken to wearing whatever clothes he can find in this place, rather than his school uniform.

But that aside, he's stuck in place, concerned about Ochako but unable to really...vocalize it...

Awkward.]