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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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Oh, I-- um. Thank you. [She gives him a hesitant smile.] I'm a little worried, but you're helping me, so I think I'll be okay. But I don't know your name yet, Mister...?
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What about you, bambino? [ Not that it matter too much, considering the fact he was a creature of habit and would probably just end up sticking to "bambino", unless Namine told him to knock it off. ]
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[She won't tell him to stop, mostly because it sounds like a pet name and nobody's ever given her a pet name before. It's nice.]
My name is Naminé.
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[ He hasn't exactly made headway for any directions in particular, though he did seem to meander more towards the forest than he did the harbor. ]
The pleasure's all mine! Did you see any of your friends go by? If not, we could always try to find somewhere to dry off. I'm sure there's bound to be towels in one of these buildings...
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No, I didn't see any of them. [A tiny sigh, but she looks up and nods.] So let's go dry off. It'd be bad to catch a cold.
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[ He seems to be mumbling this more to himself than Namine. He snaps out of it when he realizes there are more pressing matters at hand. This poor child was all alone here. Granted, she was taking it well.
Better than you did to being alone, anyway.]Ah, but, don't worry. Once we're dry, I'll stay with you until we find a way to get home, okay?
[ He gestures towards the forest-y area of Flavo. ]
We could probably make a little fire for ourselves there.
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Do you have fire magic we can do that with, Caramia?
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[ Almost instinctively, he puts his hand over his chest. Or, more specifically, against the pendant attached to his tie. ]
But, there should be some stones we could use. Especially since this place seems so lush. [ What garden didn't have some flint stones in it? ] Bambino, do you think you could collect a pile branches for me?
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