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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.
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No, not at all. I'm... [Mmmm.] I'm from a place called Destiny Island. It's a beautiful island. I've seen a place that was as colorless as here, but the atmosphere is completely different. And there was at least people living there...
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He keeps his chin up, his brows are raised, and he's glancing around every so often at small rustles or the crackle of twigs.
He halfway pays attention to what she says--that is, for what it's worth, he's giving all the attention he can spare to her, but there's. So much more on his mind, and as they scoot along and follow the path further and further out, the gravity of his predicament peeks more and more through the numbing knowledge that he should just gather supplies and necessities, for now, and maybe get his bearings.
But then, he also didn't want to wimp out in front of a pretty girl. For some reason or another, the fact that she reminded him of a pretty flower made him even moreso unwilling to back out of his offer to escort her as far as she pleased to go. Or maybe he just wanted to make himself not think about it a little while longer.
"Sounds like a dream vacation, except ah--what about that other place? Think maybe they're connected? I mean if you got outta there, that's gotta mean there's a way to get back home from here, right? Wherever here is, anyway.
"Sssspeeeeeeakin' of--" His brows knitted as he stopped and looked behind them, then forward again.
"This uh..doesn't look like we can keep goin' without gettin' lost. I mean, in a city, I'm your guy, but this is all just lookin' the same to me, Goldilocks."
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When he stops along the pathway, Naminé does as well, following his gaze and blinking.]
It does to me as well. We could try to mark the path we've gone with something, but would it be better to go back...?