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!

Comments

[worlds]

... That explains nothing.

[pursestrings]

You didn't ask me to explain.

[yeah......how do you like them apples]

[worlds]

[Wow??]

Fine. Explain.

[pursestrings]

[Explaining... his weakness. How about instead of that, he doesn't explain the singular weird hand, but instead summons the whole damn thing to hover right behind him and stare down with it's weird tin face.

This answers everything. He can't do this in words, usually people who can see The Hand already know what it is they're looking at!! Ah.] This is The Hand. We fight people.

[worlds]

[WELL OKAY HE WASN'T EXPECTING THAT.

As soon as the... thing appears, Ouni's own powers flare up, markings forming over his body again—this time a darker shade than before, standing out clearly against his skin—as symbols emerge around him. He takes a step back, as if expecting a fight.

...

Once it becomes clear that Okuyasu probably isn't going to suddenly shank him or something, he relaxes, but he still looks a tad wary.]

... What is that?

[pursestrings]

[Whoa, okay, chill out!! Okuyasu takes half a step back - still close to the edge, come on, chill - and The Hand just floats there, moving when he does, definitely not attacking anybody.]

Speak for yourself, the hell are you doing? You're covered in weird stuff!

[worlds]

[He's chill!! Mostly. Sort of.]

It's called an aura, and it's no less weird than what you just did. If anything, I'd say you're more likely to catch people off-guard.

[pursestrings]

[does he still have magic tats because that seems un-chill]

I told you, you're not even supposed to see anything! Mine's way less freaky than yours.

[worlds]

[... Yes, but.]

Try pulling that thing out in front of someone and see how they react. I doubt they'll agree with you.

[pursestrings]

[chill out, my dude... and never mind the frequency at which he's startled people with his big blue tin man today, never mind that completely.]

I'm just— [hrrgh] I'm not good at explaining, so here, now you can see him. It's not that big a deal.

[worlds]

[You know how many people Ouni has startled today with his magic tats?? Just Okuyasu, so take that.]

You still haven't said what he is.

[pursestrings]

[Well, they're weird, so!!

He makes the executive decision not to say "a Stand" and then go through the whole rigmarole again. Learning curve in action.]

Like a... spirit? Not a ghost or something, just me. [As some kind of proof he holds out an arm, and The Hand does the same. See??]

[worlds]

[...]

It's not from a nous, is it?

[pursestrings]

I don't even know what that is, so... no.

[it's just his soul friend... please.]

[worlds]

[well that was the only idea he had so he has absolutely no clue what this guy's power is, then!!]

Figures. Well, you're too loud for it to be from a nous, anyway.

[pursestrings]

[it's ghost punch!! obviously.]

What's that supposed to mean?! [he immediately says loudly,] What's a nous?

[worlds]

Something that takes your emotions in return for granting you power, apparently. So, like I said, you're way too loud for that.

[pursestrings]

[Don't say "is that why you're like this," do not say it, do not say that thing--]

So that's a good thing! You made it sound like undue criticism. [10-dollar word count: 1] We call 'em Stands, but nobody bothered to tell me why.

[worlds]

[Rude, it's not even why he's like this.

Ouni pauses, before:]

Thymia.

[... He should probably make that a full sentence, but eh.]

[pursestrings]

[.....that's it? That is it, huh. "Why are you like this" continues.]

Cool, that's a word.

[worlds]

It's what my ability's called. I don't know why either.

[pursestrings]

Oh. [That makes more sense!! Wild.] How'd you get it? My brother helped with mine.

[worlds]

... I was born with it. What do you mean, your brother helped with yours?

[pursestrings]

["my beloved big bro shot me with a magic bow and arrow" uhhh]

Well, y'know, he's got one too. We picked 'em a few years ago and I wasn't that good at it at first...

[worlds]

I can imagine that. [To be less of a shit:] You... picked your powers?