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!

Comments

[girod]

I come from a world with a lot of people who have abilities and a decent amount of magic users. Being 'meddled' with like this isn't something I'm unfamiliar with, no.

[ Chomp. Chomp chomp. The only thing he's eating is cookie. ]

Besides, I'm a vegetarian.

[photoshooter]

...Okay, but someone else lives here, and she probably won't come back if she knows you're here.

[He hopes "if you're here and a wolf and therefore dangerous" is implied, even if that's not actually what he means.]

And she's not safe out there.

[girod]

She and I are almost never here at the same time. That's not really something new.

[ He looks over the edge of his glasses at Prompto. ]

I wouldn't do anything to harm her, either by action or inaction. That's true of everyone and anyone in this town.

[photoshooter]

[Rumble grumble.]

That's easy to say. We have no way of knowing for sure, dude.

[girod]

Do you know that going out in the woods would help either?

[ Because they do in fact have no way of knowing for sure.]

Though... I'm just going to point out where you are at the moment.

[photoshooter]

Well--I--I'm outside, aren't I! My house is safe.

[You know, except for the other Bluohaus residents who've turned. Poor Estelle.

In the meantime, he looks Clark up and down.]

And I think I'd be a lot easier to fend off than you, big guy.

[girod]

Which is why I'm taking all steps to work on the cure and keep those impulses at bay.

[ He looks up from his cleaning again to actually meet Prompto's eyes. ]

The fact of the matter is that if you try and herd yourself off to one place, what happens when someone wanders into that place looking for part of the cure or trying to scavenge some berries?

You've just made safe and unsafe places that you have to hope other people can figure out instead of focusing on making yourself a safe place.

It's hard. And it requires concentration, but I should think the people of this town are worth it, aren't they?

[photoshooter]

...Oh.

[That's reasonable. Prompto looks at that from all angles, then nods, reluctantly but resolutely, and some of the tension finally goes out of him.]

I don't think I know how to do that, though. I mean... I still think it's a bad idea for me to be where I live. There's just--too much going on there, you know? You can't warn a chocobo chick not to startle you, they don't understand.

[girod]

And that's important, to know your limits or what might startle you.

[ Clark's voice is gentle. He isn't trying to be mean or all that critical, he just wants to make sure Prompto doesn't do something he'd regret and that no one gets hurt. ]

Maybe try staying in an empty house and keep your exposure to home low. Or see if there are people who make you feel calm and settled that you can stay around.

Find things to distract yourself with, tasks that need doing, or things you love that can be accomplished here.

[ He reaches over for the cookie jar and pats the top. ]

And keep yourself well fed. It's worse when you're hungry.

[photoshooter]

[Two answers instantly pop to mind: Noct. Iggy. He left the house in part to protect them--and he still can't bring himself to risk the animals--but didn't he already prove he would never hurt Noct, ever? Maybe they'd set up camp somewhere with him, just for a little bit.

And a third name comes. Prompto's gaze flickers past Clark towards the inside of his house, then darts away, flustered.]

...Whhhhaaat kind of cookies are they?

[girod]

Just a very basic sort of sugar cookie. We've got limited ingredients here.

[ His eyes go to the house as he considers what to say next.]

You're still welcome to some, if you like.

[photoshooter]

Mmmmn.

[They sound delicious, but some of us have to watch our girlish figures. We can't all have metabolisms of steel, Mr. Kent.

Also, Prompto's not a vegetarian, and his body's not asking him for sugar.]

They really help with the, uh. The wanting to shove an entire garula in your mouth thing?

[girod]

[ The smile he gives Prompto is controlled enough, but there's just the tiniest hint there, just the barest edge of a fang, that screams to the back of the brain that some part of him absolutely wants to shove an entire garula in his mouth but he takes another bite of cookie and part of it fades. ]

It takes the edge off, yes.