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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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[ It's a promise, even if Minato doesn't explicitly say it, and Ryoji finds himself wanting to believe every word Minato says, no matter how hopeful or impossible—- he'd made a miracle happen, once, after all.
Things like this Ryoji can hold onto. Seeing spring, meeting people, finding towels.
...Finding towels might fall into that "impossible" category, though, seeing as the very few houses he'd poked his head into seemed to lack all but dusty floors and broken rooftops. Broken anything might be a problem considering this district's boathouses, but. Well. ]
I'd like to see who's around in these.
[ How to get to them without getting wet, though. ]
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Yikes.
So really, he doesn't protest when Ryoji turns his attention to the boathouses.]
I think some of them have little bridges to them.
[...?]
Planks...? [No, Minato, that's pirate ships.] ...Whatever. [THE POINT IS, THERE ARE WAYS. To some of them. The rest are lost causes as far as he's concerned.]
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Here is a plank! There's nothing tethering it to the boathouse, and maybe it's actually just a flat piece of wood set adrift and coincidentally lined up between the shore and the house, but Ryoji will take this opportunity to leap onto the end of it— the plank immediately and predictably starts to capsize, the far end of it lifting out of the water before Ryoji hurries forward to put his weight there instead, waving for Minato to hop on and balance out the other end of it. ]
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Ryoji--!
[Even as he tries to stop him, he knows it's much too late for that. And really, the last thing he wants to do is dive onto that flat piece of wood, but there's also the fact that this piece of wood looks totally unstable and Ryoji's going to go facefirst into that water if he doesn't do something--
So with a mix of aggravation and concern, Minato yanks off his mp3 player to drop it on the dry harbor and, in the same motion, takes the plunge to try to stabilize that plank of wood.
There's like a 50/50 chance they end up in the water, honestly.]
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Ryoji, on the good fortune of not being alive, doesn't have that instinctive urge to breathe and choke in his panic, instead simply opening his eyes and regretting that a little because it stings. He finds Minato first before he finds the length of wood, and grabs a hold of both so that one or the other doesn't wash away. ]
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Minato, in comparison to Ryoji at least, still has some base survival instincts, if... really only the very, very basest of them. Barely anything even remotely survival instinct-y, but enough so that he's spluttering when he comes up for air, flailing a little blindly for the piece of wood as well.
Ryoji's grip on Minato is at least enough to ensure that he doesn't immediately sink, and then he's clinging to the wood like a bedraggled cat, wheezing.
Ugh.
He doesn't bother to open his eyes (because yep, it sure stings), but at least eventually reaches out with one hand to pat around for Ryoji's head to make sure he's still present and not drowned. That's about all he's got right now, glad you're present, Ryoji.]
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With Minato's eyes closed, he can't see Ryoji's grin as he lets go of one of the wrists, reaches over, and combs Minato's hair back with his fingers. ]
We're twins~
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THANKS RYOJI.
He just coughs again, fights back a shudder (why is this water so cold), and grimaces.
(At least one of them is happy, but at what cost.)
Really, in response all he manages is to finally pry his eyes open, giving Ryoji a very flat, very drenched look.]
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The cost is small, for now Minato can say he's been in the water if anybody asks, and Ryoji can say the same. There's no change in his expression when he meets Minato's eyes, no guilt or apologies. He simply pulls his hand back and runs his fingers through his own hair, pulling his bangs over his eyes so that they can swap.
Alright. Moving on. ]
We're almost there- let's kick our way to the house.
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Not that it really matters at this point; they're in the water, and there's no point to not seeing this through now. Ryoji will be Ryoji, after all, and Minato somehow manages to get dragged into this every single time.
(And every single time he goes along with it, so really...)
A sigh, and he nods.]
Let's go.
[It's funny, really; if not for their clothing, would they really have been able to swap like this, with Ryoji's hair over his eye? Maybe so. It at least gives him something other than the cold water to think about as they swim, leaving his own hair slicked back. (Effort.)]
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One day, blue will come back into the world and Ryoji will take the opportunity to dye his hair so they can be for real twinsies, so that he can smile where Minato deprives the world of his. Ryoji takes Minato's quiet acquiesce as agreement, as always, and trusts him to match pace the short distance until they get to the boat house, and he pulls himself up first, dripping all over the front porch, one hand on the railing he hopes doesn't snap off in his hands as he extends the other to pull Minato up.
Watch the plank of wood sink the moment they're both off of it. Leaving them stranded. Forever. ]
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The plank of wood, being a relatively buoyant thing, doesn't sink.
But.
It does kind of...drift away....slowly...
That could probably be a problem later, they'll figure it out. FOR NOW... Minato just blinks slowly at the boat house.]
Guess we might as well see what's in here. [Knock knock who's there--
Okay no he just pushes open the door. It creaks open without complaint, revealing... dust.]
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Ryoji eyes the exit, wondering if they should just dunk themselves back into the water, but they've already come this far, so there's no turning back. ]
Towels should be in a bathroom. I'll take the doors to the left, and you take the right?
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