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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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[Nyx doesn't know what he's looking for anymore. Just moving restlessly, trying to find something familiar in all this gray. Everyone else he's met seems similarly lost, all having woken up in that cave and found their way out into a town that no one recognizes. There's no native people. Nothing here that speaks of a natural reclamation of nature, either.

All he'd found was a house with an old laptop with his name. Enough to make him uncomfortable.

Initial exploration complete, Nyx sets his mind towards covering the necessities. He doesn't know if the Kings' time limit still applies. It seems to be daytime now, and an indeterminate amount of time had passed since he made the deal in the first place. Hell, he might already be dead and this is where he ended up. But one thing he does know is that he probably won't survive more than a single night if he doesn't find supplies.

So now he's crossing the district toward the forest, warping over broken bridge with a shatter of blue magic and paying little attention to just who he's crossing paths with.]

[ It's the magic that catches his eye, the acrid smell of it in the air, familiar and crackling, like the kind of burning that he would recognise anywhere. It's close by, and when he sees the form skip past the broken bridge, he decides to call out to the swiftly whizzing shape before it gets too far out of reach.

He knows that magic, he can practically feel it tugging at him, a familiarity that makes him ache with everything that he has, deep, deep down in his chest. He frowns. ]

Hey!

[ He can't recognise who it is from the vantage point, but if it's someone he knows back in his world, then they have to stick together and find the others, right? It's someone gifted with magic but he doesn't look even remotely like Gladio or Prompto, which has Noctis drawing an obvious blank. Who can it possibly be? Cor doesn't look like this -- and the Kingsglaive, well, the Kingsglaive... ]

You there!

[Nyx almost misses the call in the midst of his warp, the crack of the air shattering around him loud in the silence of the ghost town. But the man's voice is familiar in a way the catches his attention and he's twisting out of his next action before he can throw his blade again.

Curious and wary, Nyx reverses his grip on the kukri and turns to face the other person. Then freezes, shock reverberating through him when he recognizes Noctis.]

Your Highness.

[Majesty, he scolds himself, but doesn't say it out loud. It's still too raw. Instead he bends a knee to the ground and bows his head, free arm crossed over his chest in a salute.

What the hell is he doing here? Did he get caught as well? Nyx saw Ignis earlier... what about the rest of the King's entourage?]

Nyx -- ?

[ Nyx Ulric. He recognises the blade, the wicked, sharp curve of it, the uniform, that familiar, rugged face. Nyx Ulric, one of the best of the glaives who had helped Luna, who had put on the ring of the Lucii in order to ensure safe passage for Luna (and ostensibly avenged his father, Noctis hasn't been too clear on this one), very much alive and on one knee before him.

Nyx, one of the greatest heroes, a man who will always be remembered for his sacrifice.

But something doesn't add up, he's still very much alive and using magic -- and he's not sure if he's tapping on Noctis' or his father's, still. Nyx isn't the only one who's shocked, apparently, but Noctis scrambles to regain some sort of control, taking a step forward to reach for him, attempting to urge him up from his knees. Highness, he says, and he wonders if his father is perhaps, in some way, still alive. A vain hope, but one nonetheless. ]

Hey, it's okay. You don't have to --

[Nyx climbs back to his feet at Noctis's urging, looking the younger man over for any obvious injury. Ignis had been tense and distrustful, having apparently been through some pretty evil shit before waking up here. But cursory glances reveal nothing but the wear and tear of finding one's way out of a deep well.]

It's good to see you well.

[He'd never expected to see Noctis again. Never expected to serve the Lucis Caelum family after giving up what was left of his life, but here they are. His jaw tenses for a moment, swallowing down the emotion that threatens to shatter him. This man is the hope for the future that everything had been bet on.]

I'm sorry. [Not what he meant to say, but it's out there now.]

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