Intro Log.

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Ding, dong, bell, 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.

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. It looks like a long trip upwards, a small cylinder with walls of brick that's just a little too high to reach, even when jumping. Getting out is probably going to be a bit of a task, especially considering the water is more than cold enough to make limbs go numb. The dark makes it impossible to see much further, but the space seems large, all filled with water, but with no other way out, stone walls the only thing for an intrepid explorer to find. But most importantly of all... you're not alone. 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. Once out, they'll be free to explore the various locations the Town has to offer at will. Just try not to die on any of the far-too-rickety walkways. Further information can be found here at the OOC post, and don't forget to greet your fellow players here!

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Ekko NO

[crowsigliere]

One second, he's fine. Lifted into the air, carried up to freedom--

And then suddenly his eyes widen as he's falling, and his only saving grace is that he hadn't gotten very far, because there's some brat grabbing onto him from below. The crows holding him release their grip in a startled croak of noise and, in an instant, the two of them go crashing back down into the water.

In the same instant--or at least shockingly quick given the situation--Kyrie shoves himself away from the boy and draws his pistol from beneath his jacket with practiced ease, tsking under his breath as he pulls the trigger...

...to nothing more than a faint squirt of water. Wet powder's a bitch, ain't it?

"Tch..."