Intro Log.

[awashmods]

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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II - Colorless Town - Colorful Child

[i_cant_die]

[For Kyrie, someone interesting was about to appear. Or rather, run into him. A small child in an orange parka ran down one of the streets. He pumped his legs and arms as fast and hard as he could until he suddenly bumped into the man's leg. The kid stumbled and turned around, shooting daggers at him with his barely visible eyes.] Hrm hrmm hrmm?! Hrmmr hrmmrhm hrmmrh mrhrm! [Translation: What the fuck?! Watch where you're going!]

[crowsigliere]

Oh, brilliant. A gremlin.

Or, no, of course, a lovely, darling child! How terrible.

At the disruption Kyrie promptly moved himself back a step, his narrowed eye a clear sign of his displeasure as he took in the sight of the child before him. As if it wasn't bad enough to be stuck in some unknown place, now he had some brat mumbling at him...? That's... just the worst.

"Why, it appears this town has sentient traffic cones. How repulsive."

[i_cant_die]

[Traffic cone?! Seriously? Kenny stomps his foot and flips Kyrie the bird.] Hrm hrm, hrmrhrm! Hrhm hrmmrh hr hrmrhrm hrmhrm mrrhrm! [Translation: Fuck you, hipster! I'm not a fucking traffic cone!]

[crowsigliere]

Yes, Kenny, a traffic cone. Stomp all you like, it won't get you very far.

As it were, Kyrie only paused to let him speak--was it speech, really?--before he raised a brow, chuckling softly as he brought one hand to his chin in consideration.

"Even the idiots I have back home speak more coherently, I can't imagine how immeasurably stupid you must be."

Just insult him until he goes away... that'll work, surely.

[i_cant_die]

[Kenny line faces and grumbles. He pulls down his hood. You can't be bothered to listen? Fine.]

I can talk just fine, you fucking hipster. How about you shut up before I punch you in the dick? You understand that alright?

[crowsigliere]

Excuse?

So the cone has teeth! Kyrie grins, but the hard set of his visible eye is enough to showcase his irritation.

"Yes, and I'm so proud of you. In fact I'll even forgive you for running into me, as I'm sure a brat such as yourself has better things to do than apologize.

Or, if you're looking for suggestions, might I recommend finding someone else to bother?"

[i_cant_die]

[Kenny is quiet for a moment. He shakes his head and moves in to try and hold Kyrie's hand.] Nah. I wanna make your life a living hell. Show me around or I'm going to say you touched me.

[crowsigliere]

Fuck no. Kyrie recoils and yanks his hand away as if this cursed child is an open flame, and honestly, he's not sure which he would prefer at this point.

He ends up turning on a heel, continuing on as he had been as quickly as he can while still devoting his full attention behind him in case of a surprise attack. Where's Caramia when you need him??

"If you try to touch me again, you're losing a hand." He could be diseased for all he knows. Rabies, you know.

Man. Kids fucking SUCK.

[i_cant_die]

[You wanna play this game? Oh fine. He can play this game. He starts to sniffle and shakes. Tears are falling down his cheeks and he runs off after Kyrie.] D-Dad! Don't leave me Daddy! Please! I'll be good! I promise! D-Don't leave me behind again! PLEASE! [He is putting on quite the act and is trying to cause a scene.]

[thriftea]

[Oh, he is causing quite the scene. It's enough to attract the attention of Ochako, who is currently searching for supplies in a nearby house. The sound of a child crying is almost always a Very Bad Sign, so she runs out into the street without delay, looking around to see--an angry adult and a clearly distraught young boy. Alarms are definitely ringing.]

Excuse me! [This hero-in-training is just going to jog right after them, making a bee-line for the younger of the two.] Is everything okay over here? Do you need help?

[crowsigliere]

He doesn't get far before the crying starts, and if it had just been the two of them, he might have laughed. But as it were, he hardly has time to spin around to address this little menace before someone else comes rushing to the scene.

...So this is how he wants to play...? Alright, fine. Congratulations Kenny, you've just earned yourself a new dad for the time being. You're going to regret every second of it.

"Pardon me," he says, quickly returning to their side so that he can reach out to put a hand on the newcomer's shoulder as if to assure her that things are, in fact, alright. "I wasn't aware he would make such a fuss. My son here is very dependant, you see."

Nevermind that they look exactly nothing alike, because Kyrie looks quite ashamed of himself, as though he really were a father who simply misread their child and feels absolutely horrible for it.

"When we were separated I was so worried... I'm afraid I must have lashed out by accident." He looks to Kenny now, offering one gloved hand for the child to take. "We were about to explore some of this town together." He says, pointedly, as if to say 'play along then, brat'. Then, he spares a quick glance back to the girl. "Perhaps you would like to join us? There's safety in numbers, after all." Translation: You'll be saving this poor child a very painful death.

[i_cant_die]

[Kenny sniffles and sobs until he hears a new voice. It's time to put his act into full effect. He turns to look at the cute girl approaching him. SCORE! He tries to move in and hug her like the scared child he's pretending to be when Kyrie suddenly is next to him. Cock blocker. He looks up at the green haired hipster and nods.

Fine. He can deal with this. Especially if they can hang out with the cute girl. He rubs his eyes and looks up at Ochako and nods.]

T-Thank you, ma'am. My dad sometimes gets mad and leaves me places. Like the gas station that one time.

[He is going to play along AND throw you under the bus, asshole.]

Will you please come with us? That way we can all be safe. Safety in numbers. Right, Dad?

[He looks up at Kyrie with a big ol' grin on his face. This is going to be a good day.]