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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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Real.
He's real. His hand solid and warm. Solid. Not an apparition, not a figment of her imagination or wishful thinking. Warm to the touch, warm with life. Had he been cold, well...it would have been difficult to handle, despite her affinity to the cold. The implications would be too macabre.
It's a long moment, her eyes looking at their joined hands until they finally rest on his face. She looks pained, to some extent, but as always tries to hold it back. Finally, she breathes out his name, ]
Arisato...
[ Her shoulders slump. ]
My mind says it isn't true, but...
[ Evidence says otherwise.
Somewhat hesitantly, she will release his hand as it's proper, only to take hold of her own arm. ]
Whatever has brought us here--I...
[ She's struggling for words. How unseemly. ]
...I--we know what you've done, Arisato. We understand it, now.
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There isn't, though. Because he was the one to put that expression on her face, wasn't he?
He doesn't regret that choice, or that sacrifice. But seeing Mitsuru struggling with her words here and now, seeing the way that her expression shifts as she tries to keep herself calm... it's difficult.
The last thing he would ever want to do is hurt her--to hurt any of SEES. But she says she knows what choice he made, what he did, that she understands despite the fact that he wasn't able to stay awake quite long enough, despite his best efforts--
Wait. What?
His brow furrows despite himself, arm dropped to his side instead of in his pocket for once as he tries to process what she's saying. And finally, almost too hesitantly and tentatively:]
... "Now"...? [He knows he wasn't able to stay awake long enough. If he was to have any regrets at all, that would be his sole, single one. They all deserved an explanation, they had all made a promise, but... but he'd hoped they would understand even so. Mitsuru says they understand it but--
(What...does that additional tacked on word mean? It could be something totally innocent, of course, but Mitsuru's always been so deliberate in her word choice, hasn't she...?)
It's a sinking feeling.]
What do you mean... "now"?
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Grief makes it difficult to think logically, but the Abyss of Time made them confront that, along with their own pasts. Frustrating as its appearance had been, she's grateful for it. Without it, who knows if they would really find out the true nature of the sacrifice he made?
By his reaction, she suspects that he was entirely unaware of their presence. Well...that's probably for the best. She can't imagine what it would be like to fully experiencing the existence he's chosen. ]
It's a bit of an involved story, but we saw it. The Seal.
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Minato's expression is as subtle as ever, but even so it goes through a few different emotions, his brow furrowing a little as he thinks through the implications there.
They... saw it?
How did they see it? What does that mean, that it's "an involved story"? What happened...?
... Now's probably not the time to ask. Not when they're in a completely foreign place, lost and confused, and just seeing each other for the first time in a very, very long time. If this chance is fleeting? Minato doesn't want to waste it.]
... I see. [So he'll accept that, expression smoothing out, and then he smiles, lips curving upwards slightly. The Seal is a concern. The fact that Mitsuru is here, wherever here is, is a concern too, if it ends up being dangerous.
But still, he's...happy.]
I guess we can talk about all of that later. [Presuming he doesn't go anywhere, but right now? His heart is beating so strongly.]
It's...really good to see you again, Mitsuru-senpai.
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Yes, she's happy. ]
...Yes. It's good to see you too, Arisato.
[ More than she can probably convey. ]
From a strategical standpoint, it would make the most sense to survey the area separately, however...I'm feeling indulgent, despite the circumstances. Would you assist me?
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