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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[whichcraft]

[Okay. Moment of truth. The guy has been made aware of her presence, and if she bolts now, she's going to look like a neurotic idiot. Which she sort of is but like...let's just avoid coming off that way, shall we.]

...Hi.

[She peeks around the doorjamb, with her too-big cloak swishing against the floorboards all the way down from her shoulders to her feet and then some, scoping out the goings-on of the kitchen in advance before easing her way halfway out from behind the edge of the door.

Jeez. He's a werewolf, too. Yikes.]

So. I...guess you're the guy who lives here?

[girod]

[ He's a werewolf, yes. Who's... putting away a tray of cookies. Yes, cookies. ]

And you'd be the girl who lives here. Or... it's where our communication devices work.

[ He turns to look at her, and she can take in the whole picture: tall, large, a little more paunch than muscle with the way he's standing. Glasses, kind blue eyes, a smile that'd be a little warmer without the fangs in it, and dark hair. A tie that he's kept as well as one might here in the edge of civilization, as well as the rest of the office wear.]

Sabrina, right?

[whichcraft]

[You know, really? It's the tie that does it, above and beyond anything else. Warlords and generals don't wear ties. Also if he were going to kill and eat her, the tie would probably get in the way of the jaw action, somehow. Or...something.]

That's me.

[She creeps out a little more from behind the doorway, still watching him.]

A guy named Kal says he knows you.

[girod]

Yeah, we've known each other for a long time back home.

[ There's always washing to do and cleaning to work on.]

I'm glad he's here to help even if I'm sure he's missed.

[whichcraft]

Oh, yeah? Is he some kind of hero or something?

[It occurs to her, once she's said it, that a comment like that just invites follow-up questions, and so she decides to head those off at the pass by just seeking to clarify on her own.]

He kinda bailed me out of a thing. I'm just wondering if he does that a lot, or if I'm a special occasion.

[girod]

Something like that. But the catch... yes, that's pretty much what he does most of the time.

[ Nooot looking up. Just talkin' about Superman. Nothing to see here.]

Not necessarily catching people out of thin air, but he does what he can with the abilities he has to help people.

[whichcraft]

Strong and able to fly are pretty versatile skills when it comes to helping people. So I guess he's probably good at it.

[She shrugs, sticking her hands into what are probably her pockets, though it's not altogether visible underneath her cloak.]

What color is he?

[girod]

Well, the outfit looked like it had a little of all of them.

[ That's a thoughtful frown.]

I don't think I've asked and he's not really the type to go on the message board.