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Event Nine.
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Heareth the marinere Voices sweet, from far and near, Ever singing in his ear, “Here is rest and peace for thee!” | |
Welcome to Awash's ninth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. | |
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t's a dark night, and the sounds of feet in the darkness are further dampened and hidden by even more magic, as they are lured away by the soft sounds of dreams that are too good to be true, leaving the Town much, much emptier than when it began.[ pointy dave over here in his dumb pantaloons hears you and wholly agrees, but: ]
Neither flying nor swimming works. Trust me, I've tried.
[ although dirk's voice is soft and monotone by default (similar to his brother's but lacking the texan charm of a southern drawl), it's even flatter with exhaustion laced through every word. ]
A signal would be good if we had the means for it, but I'm gonna go ahead and guess you don't have a surprise flare gun or something on you. [ a beat. ] Feel free to prove me wrong and make my day though.
Neither flying nor swimming works. Trust me, I've tried.
[ although dirk's voice is soft and monotone by default (similar to his brother's but lacking the texan charm of a southern drawl), it's even flatter with exhaustion laced through every word. ]
A signal would be good if we had the means for it, but I'm gonna go ahead and guess you don't have a surprise flare gun or something on you. [ a beat. ] Feel free to prove me wrong and make my day though.
[... Well. Okay. Minato nods contemplatively, and accepts that at face value because it sounds very Okuni.]
I guess that suits you...
But okay, sure--I'd appreciate the help. [He rolls with that immediately!]
I've just been checking all of the houses with color--those are the ones people have been staying in. People are...definitely missing though.
I guess that suits you...
But okay, sure--I'd appreciate the help. [He rolls with that immediately!]
I've just been checking all of the houses with color--those are the ones people have been staying in. People are...definitely missing though.
S...sorry...
[Minato's doing his best here, but it's definitely not enough. He'll take that hand gratefully, needing it to steady himself if nothing else, rubbing sand from his face with a grimace--
And then.
Slowly...
He processes all of that blood.]
Hey--are you bleeding? Are you okay?
[Minato's doing his best here, but it's definitely not enough. He'll take that hand gratefully, needing it to steady himself if nothing else, rubbing sand from his face with a grimace--
And then.
Slowly...
He processes all of that blood.]
Hey--are you bleeding? Are you okay?
[He's definitely lucky for that one... but Minato breathes a mirrored sigh of relief upon seeing Lupin as well, shoulders slumping in return.
Thank goodness...]
It almost was starting to feel like everyone had been kidnapped or...disappeared or something--
[Ha...]
Thank goodness you're okay, Lupin-san.
Thank goodness...]
It almost was starting to feel like everyone had been kidnapped or...disappeared or something--
[Ha...]
Thank goodness you're okay, Lupin-san.
[The forest was an absolute disaster for Minato and his group. He's still reeling from those after-effects, as well as tiredly trying to fight off the illness that pulls at his limbs and leaves him nauseous and tired--
Still, hearing a soft voice like that trying to encourage him gets Minato to muster up the best light expression he can, lifting his head.]
You're right... we're going to save them, so I need to--
Still, hearing a soft voice like that trying to encourage him gets Minato to muster up the best light expression he can, lifting his head.]
You're right... we're going to save them, so I need to--
[It's too bad he's not Kyrie proper right now, because he's being treated to the look of Minato actually, legitimately shocked as he stares at the person offering him gentle encouragement.
What.
This is--]
Kyrie-san...?
[... (In a minute, he'll remember the pendants and what he's been told. Right now, seeing Kyrie being so nice is throwing him for a major loop.)]
What.
This is--]
Kyrie-san...?
[... (In a minute, he'll remember the pendants and what he's been told. Right now, seeing Kyrie being so nice is throwing him for a major loop.)]
Sure.
[He says, while still feeling around for Arsene, for Cerberus, for anyone. So far, not great; they're weak, and he doubts he could get much out of them right now.
He looks around the boats as they approach, feeling a bit dismayed.]
Did you guys bring any extra weapons?
[He knows he just said he wouldn't do anything reckless, but it's mostly his powers that are out of commission; other than not having slept or eaten well the last few days, he's in good enough physical condition to fight, if needed.
He's just not sure how much good he'd be against a Siren barehanded.]
[He says, while still feeling around for Arsene, for Cerberus, for anyone. So far, not great; they're weak, and he doubts he could get much out of them right now.
He looks around the boats as they approach, feeling a bit dismayed.]
Did you guys bring any extra weapons?
[He knows he just said he wouldn't do anything reckless, but it's mostly his powers that are out of commission; other than not having slept or eaten well the last few days, he's in good enough physical condition to fight, if needed.
He's just not sure how much good he'd be against a Siren barehanded.]
[Guren won't get some rest, later, Minato thinks. Not unless people really harass him about it--
But that's fine. Later, they can all do that. For now, he considers that question...and then shakes his head. (Actually, he hasn't missed any meals or anything, but--)]
No, not recently. I guess that's something we should do, huh...?
[Maybe if he brings back some food, Guren will eat something too.]
But that's fine. Later, they can all do that. For now, he considers that question...and then shakes his head. (Actually, he hasn't missed any meals or anything, but--)]
No, not recently. I guess that's something we should do, huh...?
[Maybe if he brings back some food, Guren will eat something too.]
[ all the boats have come home. everyone who was still there on the island to be rescued has been brought home too. and honestly, Michael's still feeling shaky and wretched from the post-adrenaline-high "everything that happened over the past day and let's be real the past week hitting you at once" crash. but before he lets himself escape from what is still way too many people hanging around the harbour area, there's someone he wants to find first. ]
Kairi!
[ when he spots her, he makes a beeline straight for her, his face caught somewhere between overwhelming relief and simmering worry. ]
Kairi!
[ when he spots her, he makes a beeline straight for her, his face caught somewhere between overwhelming relief and simmering worry. ]
[The siren, who is sick of facing prey that actually has weaponry, finally decides this is too much effort and turns and nopes on out. Which gives them a bit more freedom, at least.
Oh... when she says that, he finally properly looks around--this island is definitely not...particularly inhabitable. Yikes.]
I think some people brought supplies--come on, if you come back to the boats, there should be something to eat.
Oh... when she says that, he finally properly looks around--this island is definitely not...particularly inhabitable. Yikes.]
I think some people brought supplies--come on, if you come back to the boats, there should be something to eat.
[ there's some intense relief when dirk spots a familiar and dear figure seated on the rocks. unfortunately, it doesn't last long at all and he doesn't even have the time to call out, much less hobble over, when a siren has also very clearly taken note of his brother. the relief promptly turns to near-panic alarm.
he can't flashstep with his fucked up bitten leg and he won't make it on time if he tries to fly when it's highly likely he'll pass out halfway there, so that leaves only one option. it's a split-second decision to call upon his aspect, to focus and channel it with far more difficulty than it rightfully should take and send pink-white lightning flying. he's in absolutely no state to be pulling out any souls and the electric arcs are vanishing almost the moment they connect with their target, but just a faint tug is all he needs. that's enough to send the siren screeching back into the water.
and then dirk is very ready to pass the fuck out.
he thinks he maybe does actually black out for a hot second because the next thing he knows his knees and palms are hurting and he's a lot closer to the ground than he previously was, only barely catching himself in time to keep from eating dirt entirely. (or rock, as it were.) which is all kinds of uncool, but not his immediate concern. no, that would be lifting his head and ignoring the vertigo so he can look at dave. ]
You okay, Bro?
[ ... asks the guy currently on his hands and knees. this is fine. ]
he can't flashstep with his fucked up bitten leg and he won't make it on time if he tries to fly when it's highly likely he'll pass out halfway there, so that leaves only one option. it's a split-second decision to call upon his aspect, to focus and channel it with far more difficulty than it rightfully should take and send pink-white lightning flying. he's in absolutely no state to be pulling out any souls and the electric arcs are vanishing almost the moment they connect with their target, but just a faint tug is all he needs. that's enough to send the siren screeching back into the water.
and then dirk is very ready to pass the fuck out.
he thinks he maybe does actually black out for a hot second because the next thing he knows his knees and palms are hurting and he's a lot closer to the ground than he previously was, only barely catching himself in time to keep from eating dirt entirely. (or rock, as it were.) which is all kinds of uncool, but not his immediate concern. no, that would be lifting his head and ignoring the vertigo so he can look at dave. ]
You okay, Bro?
[ ... asks the guy currently on his hands and knees. this is fine. ]
[It's looking back when he loses his focus. If only someone was there to help...]
ELTHUNDER!
[Like, say, a bolt of magic lightning striking the evil fish! Say, that's happening right now! Maribelle is running over, her healing staff in one hand, a magical tome in the other.]
Don't give up, we'll win this yet!
ELTHUNDER!
[Like, say, a bolt of magic lightning striking the evil fish! Say, that's happening right now! Maribelle is running over, her healing staff in one hand, a magical tome in the other.]
Don't give up, we'll win this yet!
[ honestly, Michael isn't doing much better than Zelda is, emotionally speaking. he's drained, and feeling shaky, and wants nothing more than to just remove himself from the situation. but he also knows that if he doesn't do a mental headcount of the people he knows before he does that, it'll drive him nuts.
when he catches sight of Zelda, his first feeling is relief as he crosses someone else off his mental checklist; his second one is worry, on catching sight of her injury. he's no doctor, but... ]
Hey. [ his voice is surprisingly soft for someone usually so vibrant, but there's a flat note to it too. ] You should get someone to look at that.
when he catches sight of Zelda, his first feeling is relief as he crosses someone else off his mental checklist; his second one is worry, on catching sight of her injury. he's no doctor, but... ]
Hey. [ his voice is surprisingly soft for someone usually so vibrant, but there's a flat note to it too. ] You should get someone to look at that.
Just a bad case of the magical flu. [ there's a snort as dave tries to play off how drop dead tired he is, a hand running through his hair. ] Did you manage to skip that?
[ dave knows several of them are as bad or worse than he is with it, of the group of people not kidnapped, but he also knows several people are mostly fine.
he continues, dryly: ]
Apparently the magical flu vaccination was one my guardian skipped. Possibly because the magical flu was like, not a thing that we had to worry about back home? And yet I have caught it here twice. Twice. When do I build up an immunity? Isn't that a thing with getting sick? I rarely am, so I'm not too sure.
[ dave knows several of them are as bad or worse than he is with it, of the group of people not kidnapped, but he also knows several people are mostly fine.
he continues, dryly: ]
Apparently the magical flu vaccination was one my guardian skipped. Possibly because the magical flu was like, not a thing that we had to worry about back home? And yet I have caught it here twice. Twice. When do I build up an immunity? Isn't that a thing with getting sick? I rarely am, so I'm not too sure.
Not that long. [ since he woke up and realized that people were missing, pretty much. he does offer the very tiniest of lip curls upwards at the offered umbrella help, although it's forced more than it is natural. like it'll somehow reassure someone if the pixels at the corners of his mouth tilt upwards just a hair. ]
I'm gettin' the idea that we're missing maybe a little less than half of us, but still...way too many. Their usernames ain't crossed out or anything...
[ he trails off into a mumble. ]
I'm gettin' the idea that we're missing maybe a little less than half of us, but still...way too many. Their usernames ain't crossed out or anything...
[ he trails off into a mumble. ]
[ thanks, hunk. dave glances over in complete surprise because.
what was that??? ]
You have an energy gun? Holy shit that might be cooler than Keith's sword? [ except he does like swords. sometimes. or at least understands them better. but wait, that shouldn't be the first thing out of his mouth. ] Thanks, man, you're literally a movie hero right now. Like. Glistening sweat and all. I assume, I actually don't know. I owe you one?
[ he's rambling, nerves frayed, but he's also looking around to be sure he doesn't have to force himself back to his feet immediately. ]
what was that??? ]
You have an energy gun? Holy shit that might be cooler than Keith's sword? [ except he does like swords. sometimes. or at least understands them better. but wait, that shouldn't be the first thing out of his mouth. ] Thanks, man, you're literally a movie hero right now. Like. Glistening sweat and all. I assume, I actually don't know. I owe you one?
[ he's rambling, nerves frayed, but he's also looking around to be sure he doesn't have to force himself back to his feet immediately. ]
Wow, way to woo me, dude. [ he knows he looks awful. he needs sleep, or whatever you do to get rid of the magical flu again, and finding the others doesn't seem to have stopped it entirely which sucks but there are more important things to worry about. like the cut from a claw at his side, which he just winces about before slashing with his sword. ] Since I'm a gentleman, I'll just say you look fantastic. Really digging the island aesthetic here. Nice stick?
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