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Event Eight.

To thee I'll return, overburdened with care;
The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there.
No more from the cottage again will I roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.

he Town is quiet this week. No sudden quests on the forum post, no roars of werewolves in the distance... just peaceful, peaceful quiet. Of course, it's hot as hell right now, but that aside, it's pretty pleasant. You probably don't want to wander around the Town right now, but...

Naturally, now's when the Town is going to start thoroughly encouraging you to do just that.

You do want to find your doorway back home, don't you?

Better get searching! And don't mind the other worlds you might end up stumbling into first.

Welcome to Awash's eighth 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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[ dextera shakes his head. it sounds like a nicer thing than either of them have had to deal with, so he picks his face up, looking at joshua properly. even joshua seems a little lighter, just for mentioning it. ]

It’s here?

[It's probably a good thing Sora isn't vocalizing all that. Comfortable isn't how he'd describe it, especially when he was trying to navigate everything himself alone. But maybe more acceptance, of himself and the dark.

He squeezes that shoulder he's grabbed, smirking and raising an eyebrow.] Couple of screws missing, huh? I'll remember that for the next time you forget something.

[The smile fades somewhat, looking more seriousness, and he sighs.] Well when you put it that way, then I need to know.

[ well, he should have expected that, but he didn’t.

as soon as she touches the building, what’s going to appear to her is this—a normal day, a blue sky and tall buildings that wouldn’t look out of place in shiho’s own world, before a blast of pure heat washes over the entire expanse of land. the buildings twist, the people deform, and all life disappears from the planet in an instant. what’s left is exactly what she sees before her.

a red sky, a tall tower, and an air so dry it feels like it’s drawing moisture out as they simply stand here.

just about any building she touches will retain this exact memory. ]

Heheh.

[ dextera smiles, at that, his shoulders perking slightly in a quiet laugh. it’s breathy as ever, but his voice is hiding somewhere behind it—the more relaxed he is, the closer his voice comes to breaking through that mental barrier he has.

for now, though, a laugh with the ghost of a sound. ]

What’s your favorite piece?

[ they’re… kind of precious, actually, and cairngorm is precious for having them. dextera hesitates to touch them, but he can’t resist after a pause, and he takes one into his arms while he bundles up to make himself comfortable, albeit upright, on cairngorm’s bed. he’s never been in this position before, even with guren. just sitting on someone’s bed while they do work and look busy just a few steps away. ]

Are these yours?

I'm not fluent, but I can speak some Turkish. [Which seems to explain the truth of Damian's somewhat darker skin and more Egyptian and Eastern features. He definitely favors Bruce, but anyone who knew Talia would say he's his mother's son for sure.] My grandfather and mother are Arabic.

[The horse gets an appraising look. He's glad she has a name at least.] This way. [He'll let Mahmut lead her, obviously. The eagle is fine to follow after them, too, but Damian isn't aware of its presence yet despite speculation.]

[ It's so interesting to her in a way that she really wouldn't have guessed. She's read about school, naturally, since Elizabeth tried to read about everything to make sure she knew exactly what was outside her Tower (more or less), but it's still different to hear someone actually talk about it. There's definitely a part of her that's sad to hear this, because it highlights what she's missed out on, but mostly? She's excited. It's the same excitement she felt when she could wander other worlds. Her captivity was forgotten in the face of something new.

She almost teases him for not having a favorite subject, since that's definitely something she doesn't understand, but as they get to the classroom, it's forgotten in the face of looking at the room. She walks inside to take in the surroundings. ]

Oh, I can't even guess what Japanese literature is like. There weren't exactly many books about the East in my library...

[ Because Comstock is a big ol' racist so don't ask... She takes a seat in one of the desks and frowns lightly at the fact that it's not exactly... comfortable... But before he asks his question, she shoots one back to him. ]

Where would you like to go? I dream of traveling all the time, so I can understand that. Well, mostly. [ She laughs ] I don't think I would be going with a girlfriend.

[ She sits back a little in her chair as if she's pretending to be a student while Keigo is lost in his imagination, so she doesn't mind it. His question makes her consider it for a moment, then she nods. ]

Mostly, I think. There's a lot I don't know, but if there was one thing I had in the tower, it was free time. I doubt I know it as well as someone that was actually taught, but science, mathematics, language—I studied it all. And anything to do with the arts, I really practiced. It's easier to spend time painting than something like memorizing anatomy.

[Regardless of Guren's dodge, Damian continues to retain the smug half-smirk. It was fun to try to annoy and inconvenience the man.]

We're aware of your reasonings behind our pairs. At least, some of us are. I'll still win even if Midoriya puts up a decent fight because I've had more training. [Sorry, Guren... He'll forever be this cocky, probably even a little when he's older.]

I'm curious, not enthralled by the idea. [He's interested.] Why is an empty school the destination for your wormhole? Was it one you attended?

[ dextera would never be able to find it on his own, frankly. he’s grateful for mutsu’s instructions, but “right in front of one of the staircases” sounds like setting dextera up for an afternoon of searching. he smiles, soft and grateful and a little exasperated. ]

Are you busy now?

That's true. [ She looks up towards the sky, but weirdly, almost directly up. ] It was only good luck when Mr. Dewitt and I landed here.

[ Which might have been a comment to herself, since she sure doesn't explain it further. Though it could also be that whatever explanation was coming is put off by his offer and she looks down to Percy with an excited little smile. ]

Oh... Could you? You wouldn't mind?

[ At least Elizabeth isn't the kind of person to point it out, though she was also so occupied with her own game that she really wouldn't notice anyways... She turns the mallet in her hands, then smiles as she nods to the machine. ]

Well, again? We know how it works now, so we might be able to beat it.

Nah! ( He has plenty of free time right now which is why a lot of it is going into finding these portals.... ) And even if I was, I still got plenty of time for ya!

( And all of his friend and everyone. But a beat passes and he follows up, )

You?

[ If nothing else, she's getting used to Minato's lack of expressiveness... It's not like she's ever been given a reason to take him at anything but his (flat) word. ]

Even better. I had sort of dreamed about doing something like that, but I didn't expect it to be real. That's not usually how people sing, I thought.

[ She's kind of right, at least. Singing was always a performance, especially when your context is more from the point of view of how it was portrayed in books or on records. She'd considering the idea of singing with other people a bit fanciful, since it was too impulsive for a performance, so she's glad to hear it's an actual thing. ]

Lead the way. Though I'm going to guess that I won't know a single song.

[ Not that she seems bothered by that in the slightest. ]

[Like Zelda, his gaze falls over each of the trophies. She isn't wrong. They're large trophies, but they had been important in his father's combative history. A momento.

His eyes lower to the floor of the trophy platform, but don't skirt to anything in particular. He's not sure whether it would be ideal to make a relationship between him and Batman apparent... despite the implications of him having the cave as a wormhole destination, him knowing how everything works.] One thing. [It'll be alright, he thinks. To build a Damian who knows Batman, but not a Damian that's Robin. He could just be some kid let in on Batman's secret, not Batman's son.

He leads her across the walkways to the platform with the cylinder showcases, the ones with the prototype suits, the Robin uniforms, other trophies or items. In the midst is one encapsulating an elegantly ornate, three and a half foot sword. It seems to be a mesh between a scimitar and something like a katana--a bit thinner and gently curved, the hilt lacking a guard but also not quite koshirae.] This.

[Damian rests his palm on the glass of the case.]

It belongs to my grandfather.

[ It pulls a thoughtful noise out of her, but she's still relieved to hear it. It's a whole part of Columbia that she was surprised by when she first came to this very spot, but she wasn't sure how to feel about it beyond "it's wrong." It was enough, she guesses, but she also knows that it's something she can't speak to.

that and I, christy, am screaming inwardly that the conversation would even veer this way LEAVE ME ALONE PROBLEMATIC CANON ]

Oh. Um—

[ She's pulled out of her thoughtfulness as she looks around, then starts to trot to the opposite end of the arcade. ]

There's a boardwalk that's nice- [ She reaches up to touch the cage brooch on her necklace ] --But I wasn't able to go to it when I came here alone. Maybe now that you're here, we could?

[ dextera should let the conversation stop there, but curiosity gets the better of him before long. small talk is fine, but… ]

Who are you?

[He'll get there if Dave doesn't stop him tbh.] I have only talked to Kanaya, like, once and it was to troll her instead. She and Rose are actually happy and stuff? Anyway yeah we had enough trollmance with the girls anyway.

[Patron trolls can be a nightmare.]

[ The temptation to Not Help is definitely there. He's not really the hero type and Ryo's appearance is working against him. Being torn apart by the Meta-Beings is just a consequence of coming into the tower unprepared. XIII is not particularly tied to the idea of living, but going through pain for a total stranger is...

But he wants to be better. He wants to do better, and that's the only thing motivating him when he strikes one of the Liars in the back of the head with his sword. If he distracts them, that guy will make a break for it, or that's what he plans on. Fighting alone is what they're used to, anyway, so it doesn't matter to him. ]

[ Ah, he backed away. He's not surprised. He supposes it will be like this forever until one of them disappears. It hurts just a bit, but his expression stays even.

He pinches at the skin on his own arm curiously to distract himself, watching the color of it change under his thumb. ]

I am his older brother. I was born just a moment before him.

...I think they are. Kan kinda gets the drinking is - was? - a problem and she looks out for Rose, you know? Rose was so nervous about their first date. She got all dolled up. [ dave's hands hover above his turntables. ] I never worried about her being bad for Rose.

[ dextera shakes his head. he needs it, he thinks. he needs to get out of his head for a little while and go into someone else’s memories—to see what a happy life looks like, before he forgets people can be happy at all. ]

Show me.

Exactly, especially if this place really is starting to shape itself around us and the stuff we're bringing here. I'd like to learn what I can until we get a better idea.

[There's a slight grin.] Some of them are, yeah. Nymphs in general are nature spirits but there's a couple of different kinds? Wood nymphs and naiads and dryads are probably the most common around camp. They're not hard to find if you know where to look, but most mortals can't see them.

dude I didn't say it was going to work, just to try it? but that sucks maybe there's something in the portal you're supposed to do in order to change it

[ If most of his attention weren't on the Liars, Ryo might've noticed that something about 'Dextera' seems a little different. He knows Dextera's brother came with the most recent batch of arrivals, but it's still easy to mistake XIII for his brother.

He watches him strike the Liar and briefly does consider making a break for it and leave 'Dextera' to take care of the problem on his own. Guren would probably punch him again if he did that though, and he figures he should try helping at least a little before fleeing—so he brings up the rifle again, firing off two bullets into the creature's head. ]

Of course I wouldn't mind. It's a skill everybody should have anyway. [Also she's nice and he figures it won't be that big of a deal.] We can start whenever you want.

[He also looks up, but he's not sure what she's seeing.] Who's Mr. Dewitt?

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