awashlogs | Event Seven.

The lives of men, the lives of men
With every sheaf are bound!
We are the blessing which annuls
The curse upon the ground!
And he who reaps the Golden Grain
The Golden Love hath found.

he setting is actually rather miraculous. In the center of the Town, not far from the well, there are tables set up, complete with bright orange tableclothes, and at the tables, there is a spot for each and every character, both new and old. They have a fancy placeholder with their names written at their spot, and at each spot is a meal they've been craving since they arrived. It's colorful, and delicious, and can be as fancy and spectacular as they desire.

Of course, as nice as that is... maybe they should go save the people in the well first? There's definitely some yelling going on down there. Seems like there are some new friends, and the Town's welcoming everyone in style this time!

Enjoy the feast; you made it through the Town's tests and are still here!

Welcome to Awash's seventh event log/first intro log hybrid, everyone! If there are any questions, please ask them here, and don't forget to welcome all of the new players here! Thank you!

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[Maribelle had come on over, ready to make allies and have a good meal and

and

and

is that man eating a heart

In case you were wondering, that loud THUD you just heard was Maribelle fainting. Give her a minute, she'll be back up.

Ooogh...

[ THUD

It's loud enough to get him to look up. The fluffy, lacy one at the table was suddenly gone.

Unfortunately for Maribelle, XIII is no gentleman and no humanitarian. He makes just enough effort to peer over the table to see where she's landed and that she's moving.

After that, it's back to his.... food. ]

[Okay, she's getting up, phew! With a hand to her head, she sits up, dizzy, nauseous, trying to convince herself that he's... eating a horse heart. or bear heart. OR ANY ORGANS THAT DON'T BELONG TO PEOPLE.]

I... uh... ah... p-pardon me, that is not my... typical response to... anything...

[ Don't worry, Maribelle, he'd never eat a human. An atrocity that used to be a human? Sure. But a human straight up? There's no way! ]

Ah...

[ It's a quiet acknowledgment. He doesn't know why she's apologizing in the first place. It doesn't bother HIM if she decides to pass out. ]

[Staggering to a chair and trying to sit without looking at his... meal.]

I'm fine, really, don't fuss. I assure you, I've been through worse.

[... yes she's assuming he's by himself with worry.]

I'm not.

[ She's back up in her chair and she's talking, isn't she? She seems fine to him... ]

[rude. After a few breathes, she glances at him NOT THE MEAL NOT THE MEAL-]

... You look familiar.

I just arrived.

[ He knows who she thinks she's seeing. It's going to keep being like this until he's gone, he knows. He's just starting to get impatient about it when all these people are holding up his meal. ]

Ah, my apologies, then.

[Still... who does he remind her of???]

What is your name? I am Maribelle.

Maribelle...

[ He repeats it back, acknowledging her, at least. He's quiet for a moment before continuing his response. ]

I don't have a name.

... What?

[She looks at him DON'T LOOK AT THE PLATE]

How can you not have a name? How am I supposed to address you or call for you?

I don't have one. The Order only gave me a number... a provisional title. It bears little meaning.

I won't be here long. I wouldn't worry about it.

If you have a number, it's better than nothing, so I'd like to know it.

As for your escape... don't count on it. No matter what unique abilities you posses, how confidence you are, or how "superior" you've been told you are, no one can get out of their own will. Just as simply as we were dragged here against ours.

If that's all you want, I'm the thirteenth member of the Koriel, but not officially.

So dying won't work?

Thirteen it is, then.

[A pause, followed by a sigh. Talking about death is... unpleasant.]

Yes... unfortunately, we've gotten proof of that.

[ He grunts. He's not actually ok with being called Thirteen, but it's better than hearing people complain about it. He didn't realize talking with new people was so taxing. ]

Well, I won't accept the state of things, so I won't just give up and try nothing.

Now that's a better attitude to have. Trust us, we don't want to be here either. But we'll find answers and an escape together.

Ah...

[ He's not interested. 'Escaping' doesn't make a difference to him. He just wants to find a way to give his brother back his body. He's not meant to be alive, but if he can force him back out, it'll be ok. ]

[And she's just not going to shut up.]

Now then, has anyone told you about the quests?

Quests?

[ He's listening, but he's pretty sure he wants nothing to do with them. He's watched his brother do nothing but loop the same 'quest' for countless days at home. God knows they are both probably tired of them. ]

So, no, then.

Every month, we find quests on our devices called "computers". Completing a quest can restore color and other items to the town.

Knowing my brother, he's already pulling his weight with those.

[ And when he gives the body 'back', he's sure he'll continue to diligently help. But what does that have to do with him? ]

[...!!!]

Wait - your brother? Oh, of course! That's who I mistook you for!

Yes, I am--

[ No one is believing his story about Inhabiting his brother's body right now, so he's giving up on the explanation for the moment. It's not in him to lie, though, so he goes for something that would normally be true. If they were ever normal. ]

We are twins.

I see, I see. Well then, I'm sure he'll be happy to see you.

[...right?]

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