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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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But, he doesn't say anything to that effect! Breezes right over it, and muses instead over this new, less telling topic.
"Nor I, but it's been a very, very long time. The last forest I wandered stupidly into was terrorized by kalidahs.
Still, you'll understand if I'm a little less than keen on agreeing to terms with a pajama-clad boy I've just met. I don't even have your name, and frankly, you could just as well die in the forest and I would be back to square one, now wouldn't I?"
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But yeah, I get it. [There's a tiny smirk then.] I somehow doubt that. I know how to fight and stuff.
[But he does at least offer a hand for a handshake.] John Egbert.
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"Head of a tiger, torso of a bear. They live in forests and prey on lions and children, or just about any unfortunate creature they can fit in their mouths." It's not unusual that John isn't aware of their existence, given most of the townsfolk likely hadn't seen one a day in their lives, either.
He pauses though, raising his brows at the boy's offering.
"Kyrie." He pointedly does not take the hand. Sorry, John, gonna leave you hanging.
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Nice to meet you, Kyrie. [A bit skeptically now, but still mostly genuine.] That sounds pretty terrible but wouldn't a tiger eating a lion kind of be like cross-cannibalism? [Big cats eating other cats. I'm sorry this is a real question he's asking.] Anyway whatever, hopefully they are not out there and we will not have to worry about them.
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"Would you call it cannibalism if a hawk ate a dove? Regardless, it's not a tiger, it's a kalidah." Important distinction. "I wouldn't expect them to be present. However, if you're willing to forego the risk, and are confident in your sturdiness, then I suppose I can offer my own skills for a while."
He probably should question how sturdy John actually is just by looking at him, but then he's used to people being more durable than they look.
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It's the only way we will really get answers around here.
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"In that case... I haven't quite made my way through the whole of it yet," he began, turning to nod to the direction he had come from. "But the town itself appears to be relatively sheltered. Locked in, so to speak, all around, be it by water or tree cover. If you venture into the forest, I'm not sure what might be beyond it. While it isn't exactly news, I'm afraid we're very well stuck here."
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Yeah? So we are stuck on all sides and the well was probably the very middle of it. But if we are stuck then there still has to be somewhere that we all entered from to get dumped in the well, you know? A path in the woods or maybe a boat or something that our kidnappers or whoever used to get us here in the first place. That is what I am wondering the most.
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Regardless of the serious topic at hand, he stays exactly where he is, raising his brows as he looks after him.
"It's incredibly rude to walk away from a conversation, you know."
Hopefully he didn't plan to make any actual progress, here.
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I mean the idea was that you were coming, too, so that the conversation would be on the move. It is way easier that way. [It's not even an order, he's just antsy!! Alas.]
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He says all this very matter-of-factly, as though John is an idiot for not thinking of it himself. Kids these days, expecting any old scarecrow off the street to just follow them...
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Well then...I guess we can catch up later. [John???] We also have no idea when it will be dark and stuff so I want to cover as much ground as possible. Is that a better idea?
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"If you don't die, and happen to learn a thing or two from the forest, I do expect you to hold up your part of the bargain. By that time, I'm sure I'll have more information gathered myself." A pause. Then, "If you do die, then you have my sincere condolences."
He doesn't sound very condoling though, does he...
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I'll let you know what I find out! [Dying, apparently, isn't an option.] Be careful until then, Kyrie. See you later! [And there's a cheerful wave and off he goes to hopefully not die.]