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- !event,
- akashi kaoru,
- akihiko sanada,
- akira kurusu,
- arsene lupin,
- balthazar,
- cairngorm,
- caramia,
- charlotte,
- crow,
- dave strider,
- dextera,
- eijirou kirishima,
- ekko,
- elizabeth,
- emma,
- estelle bright,
- goro akechi,
- gran,
- guren ichinose,
- henry,
- ignis scientia,
- izuku midoriya,
- john egbert,
- joshua bright,
- kei nanjo,
- keith,
- kenny mccormick,
- kyle broflovski,
- kyrie,
- maribelle,
- minato arisato,
- misaki yata,
- mitsuru kirijo,
- momo yaoyorozu,
- momosuke yamaoka,
- morag ladair,
- nagito komaeda,
- namine,
- noctis lucis caelum,
- nyx ulric,
- ochako uraraka,
- okuyasu nijimura,
- ouni,
- rex,
- riku nanase,
- rin okumura,
- ryo asuka,
- ryoji mochizuki,
- saruhiko fushimi,
- shiho sannomiya,
- shouto todoroki,
- tenya iida,
- terezi pyrope,
- terra,
- terra branford,
- tonbokiri,
- vriska serket,
- yusuke kitagawa,
- yuuya sakazaki
Intro Log.
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Pussy's in the well. Who put her in? Little Johnny Thin. Who pulled her out? Little Tommy Stout. What a naughty boy was that, To try to drown poor pussy cat, Who never did him any harm, But killed all the mice in the farmer's barn. | |
Welcome to Awash's first intro log, everyone! Please review the FAQ and rules before playing. Characters have all woken at the bottom of the well in the middle of the town (which seems a lot bigger on the inside, somehow), and it looks like they'll have to put in some work to get out. | |
ou wake in knee-deep water, cold as ice and stagnant, in a space that is far too echoey and spacious. It feels like a massive cave, but looking up... there's only one small, circular opening that shows grey sky and shines any sort of light.
LMAO IT'S FINE
No. In front of a live audience, actually. It's a much wilder crowd than this, I must say.
[ He's a fucking celebrity, you scrub. ]
no subject
[ ever led an army??? an army is WAY better than an audience. get on her level. ]
Well, if you're so inspired, how're you gonna fix this?
no subject
[ And there he is, smiling in that passive-aggressive as fuck way of his as he gloats about getting her attention, all the while calling Vriska a simpleton scrub. But at least she hasn't made it to his hit list yet. ]
Now, as for fixing this situation-- [ He motions towards the collective mass around them, as wide as the lack of space allows him. ] Look around you. Among such a diverse group, it's likely we can find a set of skills that can be put to good use. For instance, I'm practiced at bouldering; given a rope, it shouldn't be hard for me to climb out and find help.
[ Or leave y'all to rot, he doesn't particularly care. ]
no subject
you son of a. ]
Indulging me? As if I give a single shit what you do! You're just one more lame loser human in a fucking sea of them. [ gestures broadly ]
You want a fucking fix? I'll give you a fucking fix, smartass.
[ Vriska seizes one of his wrists and just
floats upwards, bodily hauling him into the air, out of the water. maybe a foot up. ]
no subject
Alas, as much he would love to incinerate her for daring to touch him, keeping his secret is more important. The next best option is: ]
This is quite impressive! Are you planning to give us a lift all the way up? I'm sure this crowd would appreciate it.
[ Perfectly pleasant passive-aggression, of course. ]
no subject
vriska narrows her eyes to slits. ]
That so?
[ and then abruptly they go uuuuuuuuuuuuuup. all the way out of the well. and then they just ... keep ascending. ten feet. twenty feet. thirty feet.
forty feet. ]
You did say all the way up, right?
[ fifty feet. ]