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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[tendershepherd]

[Sorey smiles at that, nodding his head.]

No problem! I'm glad I was there in time to help.

[And now that they had a moment to actually breathe...]

Are you new to the town? My name's Sorey, what's yours?

[costaliris]

[Some part of him still wanted to believe they could have handled it, but after seeing the number of the creatures and realizing just how worn down he was he knew that Sorey's help had been life saving.]

I was with the last... group?

[There had been other people in that well, not that he talked to any of them.]

Gladion.

[tendershepherd]

Aah, I see. Well...I wish circumstances were better, but welcome to Chroma! Crazy stuff like this doesn't happen every day. Thankfully.

Nice to meet you!

[The buildings are getting closer.] Is this the place?

[costaliris]

I've figured out as much.

[The crazy stuff was enough of an issue to bother him, though. Seriously, who was in charge of this place?

Gladion looked up at the comment, squinting a bit through his own tired haze.]

Yes. This should be it.

[tendershepherd]

Oh, um...okay. [He's not sure what to say exactly to that.]

[He nods at the affirmation before helping Gladion inside.]

We should be safe here for a little while. I can keep guard if you want to rest. That's all I can offer, unfortunately.

[He's not a healer, so he can't help the Pokemon or any of Gladion's injuries, but he can at least protect them from any further harm.]

[costaliris]

[Sorry, Sorey. He's not exactly strong in the social department.

Gladion sighed and dug through his pouch, making a face at the dwindling number of potions and remedies. It was enough to help but not by much.]

Thank you. Some rest should do us all some good.

We can end this thread here if you want, though he'll want to check up on him post-werewolves

[tendershepherd]

No problem! It's the least I can do.

[He turns back to the door and goes outside to stand guard, leaving the door slightly open just in case.]