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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[passio]

[ dextera doesn’t mistake it for anything else but a threat, because he’s prone to reading cairngorm’s flat tone as always being just a little caustic. he’d rather take it that way than assume the best of them and find out down the road that he’s actually hated. ]

…

[ dextera tenses, aware of why that threat has been made, and he nods. ]

Leave it to me.

[unghost]

[ No matter how confident he seems, they just physically cannot leave this task in his hands. Not only because it would be completely irresponsible, but also because they don't have complete faith that it'll work - they're a skeptic, they can't help it.

So when the wolf leaps out from it's hiding spot, clearly charging towards the blood-covered and very alive Dextera with a speed too quick for them to ask him what he needs to do, they don't hesitate to swing the blunt side of their blade right into it's mouth, matching it's strength with ease. ]

Ugh-- gross... [ They keep one hand on the handle and the other flat on the blade to hold back and immobilize it's jaws, making a face all the while. It's almost a comical display of nonchalance, given how the wolf is viciously snapping at the two of them. ] You better stay back there while you do whatever you need to do.

[passio]

—!

[ dextera is grateful, if not shaken by how close the wolf came. usually, the monsters in the neuro tower don’t move with such speed or aggression, and it’s not every day that dextera goes and fights a werewolf. it’s big and too powerful, and in a one-on-one fight, the chances that he would turn or die are quite high.

with cairngorm holding it off, though, dextera nods, and bumbles around behind the wolf to place his hands on its… hips? its middle? he doesn’t know the anatomy of a werewolf very well, but either way, he did just tell cairngorm to let him take care of this. it would be embarrassing, if he couldn’t. so with a deep breath, his hands suddenly flare in that same white, nearly-too-bright light that flashed in the well before, and the werewolf’s growls turn to pained yelps that dextera would feel guilty for if it weren’t a wild animal intent on killing them. doing it to someone might be a different story, but this is just—an animal.

it writhes, scrabbling against cairngorm for purchase as its form twists unnaturally. ]

[unghost]

[ They definitely make a face while the wolf squirms and bats at them, shifting their grip on the flat slide of the blade to hold the fur on it's head in case it gets any funny ideas. The sound of things in pain is really foreign on their ears, and definitely not a pleasant sound, so they grimace, tilting their head far to the side so they can make eye contact with Dextera himself. ]

You are freaking me out. Does this mean it's working or not...

[passio]

[ it’s funny, how much cairngorm reminds him of people from home. not human but close to it, underreacting to things that most people overreact to, but it’s the kind of funny that doesn’t make him laugh. ]

…

[ he just nods, which is not especially helpful, and then the wolf drops to the ground with a thump and a rustle of nature underneath it—it’s still a forest animal, but it’s clearly not a werewolf anymore.

it also isn’t dead, because another burst of light gets it to scramble to its feet and run away from the source of pain. no animal likes to hurt, after all. ]

[unghost]

[ They just... stare, completely bewildered by the events that just transpired. It's not really clear what just happened, but they guess whatever he did is good enough if it got it to back off. Maybe they underestimated his capabilities and reliability, too. ]

Huh. I've never seen anything like that before. Not to that extent.

[ It's a little similar to something they witnessed only once, more than a hundred years ago, but - clearly Dextera is not from the moon, so they convince themself it must be different. Now that their hands are free, they just rub the back of their neck while they set their blade in the earth, trying to shake off the awe. ]

That power doesn't make it die or anything?

[passio]

[ or is he?

but really, no, he’s not from the moon. he’s from an apocalyptic wasteland where he was forced to inherit the power of god, and the light he just exerted over the werewolf was only a small taste of that ability. ]

Not these. [ a beat. ] It can.

[ it would, under any other circumstances. ]

[unghost]

Hmm.

[ Is all they can muster to that response at first. Gems didn't generally kill anything; if they saw jellyfish that had been washed up they moved them back to sea, they were gentle with insects they came across, and never hurt each other purposefully (with Cairn being the sole exception). So his ability is definitely the better alternative to what they were doing, which was either 1) punching out their teeth or 2) killing them if it got too hard to control - they relax a little, their sense of trust in the other growing a bit. ]

I think what you were just doing is more useful than just feeding them. [ They start taking steps in their intended path again, looking back at him curiously. ] That method will definitely go wrong sooner or later.

[passio]

[ it’s… surprising, to hear cairngorm say that. it sounds like praise, even if their tone is as flat as ever. dextera doesn’t let himself get a big head about it, but he can feel something ease between them. an acceptance, perhaps, of dextera’s competence at this whole living thing, after the incident in the well. ]

It’s easier.

[ and, the gross part: ]

I must eat animals anyway. I should share.

[unghost]

[ Uh!??! Is he eating the animals raw... they don't hold back making a face at that, since they still find the whole eating thing humans do kind of gross, not to mention that it seems like most humans liked to heat up their food before eating it, for whatever strange reason. Whatever floats his boat, they guess. ]

I don't really care about all that eating stuff. [ They wave a hand dismissively, as if they don't want to be on the topic for any longer than they have to. ] Just as long as you avoid getting eaten yourself.

[ There's a tired sigh, while they stretch their free hand over their head to try and wake themselves back up now that they're back in the darkness. ]

When will you return back to town?

[passio]

[ sorry, but Hell Yeah he’s eating the animals raw. he knows that part is gross, though, so he’s not at all offended by their disgusted expression. although it’s normal for his world, he’s had people slap his wrist enough times about doing that in public that he understands most people are not down to clown with offal.

especially not rocks, who “don’t care” about eating. ]

Soon. [ that much, he can promise. ] Are you all right?

[unghost]

[ wow dex you're so metal... ]

I'm fine. It's just that my kind aren't meant to stay up during the night. [ They give a quick glance up at the full bright moon, knowing that there are many hours of nighttime ahead given it's position. ] We can, but it's tiring for us. Our energy comes from light...

[ Cairngorm elaborates a little, even if they trail off, just to make sure he gets it. They're not in danger of passing straight out, but it's definitely taxing to go against the natural way their body is meant to function. ]

[passio]

[ oh… light. dextera has plenty of that. he withdraws that crystal of his, the same one that cairngorm saw from their last adventure, and he offers it out—still holding onto it, because please don’t touch his soul, but the glow is bright enough that cairngorm can probably get what he means. ]

Like this?

[unghost]

[ Their tired eyes fall on that little crystal, blinking slowly. They linger there for a second, before looking at him, searching for any sign of exertion. ]

Yes, like this.

[ A beat. Its refreshing, and they are desperate, so they don't mind moving a little closer since its for a good reason. It's to both of their benefit the more awake they are, after all, so they go a little further to come close enough so that their face is illuminated, taking in the light gratefully. ]

That isn't tiring for you?

[passio]

[ dextera shakes his head. constantly being in attack mode with his hands glowing is a little exhausting, but the crystal is self-illuminating. it will give off light no matter what, and so dextera doesn’t mind sharing it with someone who seems to need it.

he shifts the crystal to one hand, to continue holding it for cairngorm while he signs. ]

Easy, safe. Take your time.

[unghost]

[ For now, they just give a little sigh, rubbing at one of their eyes and staying as close to the light as they can without making things weird for him. ]

...If you say so. [ A slight pause. ] Thanks.

[ See, they can be appreciative. It's a strange sense of revitalization, but they're grateful for it nonetheless as they know they'll need to stay up for quite a bit longer. At least being in the dark around a bright light makes them shine more prettily than they do in plain sunlight, their features twinkling as the pair walk towards the edge of the forest. ]

If you're planning on heading back now, I'll walk with you. [ They offer, not particularly caring because it didn't seem like the wolves were going anywhere, anyway. ] You shouldn't go by yourself.

[passio]

[ dextera feels so useful now, hearing a “thanks” that seems so genuine, even if he has to take into account cairngorm’s nature to understand how gracious it truly is. he brightens a little himself, and it’s not just from the light of the sephirah. ]

Thank you. I’d like that.

[ are they—is this friendship? ]