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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.Sirens. [His face looks more tired than his body seems. He drops to a knee by her when he is away from the water’s edge, breathing heavy.] They took Jon.
[He looks up.] Others too, if you’re here. I went after them. [A FOOL. One arm lifts for him to inspect, his left.
He pulls the sleeve back. Across the top near the elbow, a long and thin slice has been made, but the cut doesn’t look jagged. The wet sleeve is bloody, and his brows furrow.] Have you seen Jon?
A boy about my age. Black hair, blue eyes.
[He looks up.] Others too, if you’re here. I went after them. [A FOOL. One arm lifts for him to inspect, his left.
He pulls the sleeve back. Across the top near the elbow, a long and thin slice has been made, but the cut doesn’t look jagged. The wet sleeve is bloody, and his brows furrow.] Have you seen Jon?
A boy about my age. Black hair, blue eyes.
[It takes a while for the siren song's hold over him to slip. Even without the song going, he's slipped under their control once. It's easier to do it again. Exhaustion hits hard as he wobbles under Izuku's hands. Like he can't decide if he wants to keep walking into the water and drown, or if he wants to stay here.
He struggles against Izuku's grip.
He wants that vision. His family minus is father. His mother out of the hospital, both of his brothers, his sister, they're all smiling and coaxing him towards them. An impossible dream his heart aches for. Izuku's there too, the sweetest smile on his face.
All he needs to do is get towards the Sirens...]
He struggles against Izuku's grip.
He wants that vision. His family minus is father. His mother out of the hospital, both of his brothers, his sister, they're all smiling and coaxing him towards them. An impossible dream his heart aches for. Izuku's there too, the sweetest smile on his face.
All he needs to do is get towards the Sirens...]
I'm not the one who was kidnapped.
[That's his answer, waiting and watching their surroundings, in case any sirens want to take advantage of them as sitting ducks. If Maya doesn't feel well enough to stand soon, he'll just have to help her.
He's injured and bruised himself, but it's exhaustion that's got him the most beat. Still, he refuses to let any of that show, right now, staring seriously around them.]
You don't have to use it again, so just focus on recovering.
[That's his answer, waiting and watching their surroundings, in case any sirens want to take advantage of them as sitting ducks. If Maya doesn't feel well enough to stand soon, he'll just have to help her.
He's injured and bruised himself, but it's exhaustion that's got him the most beat. Still, he refuses to let any of that show, right now, staring seriously around them.]
You don't have to use it again, so just focus on recovering.
[He looks at Izuku at first like he intends to argue, but the paddles are already taken, and he doesn't really want to fight for them back, anyway. It's a chore, and it had been a way to stay awake, but maybe it wasn't keeping him very alert.]
Fine, do what you want.
[Short, but spoken with a sigh that hints at his exhaustion.] Don't let your tiny arms get us behind any of the others.
[Teasing means he's totally fine, right??]
Fine, do what you want.
[Short, but spoken with a sigh that hints at his exhaustion.] Don't let your tiny arms get us behind any of the others.
[Teasing means he's totally fine, right??]
[It's the scream that pulls his attention away from the other sirens he was just fighting off.
He might still be feeling queasy from the sickness that's plagued him the last few days, but there's nothing that motivates him to move more than someone who needs help. Putting on a burst of speed with the help of his quirk, Izuku snarls as he kicks the siren off of her and slams his elbow down the creature's head to knock it unconscious.]
Zelda-san! [Quickly, he crouches beside her.] Here, let me help you up.
He might still be feeling queasy from the sickness that's plagued him the last few days, but there's nothing that motivates him to move more than someone who needs help. Putting on a burst of speed with the help of his quirk, Izuku snarls as he kicks the siren off of her and slams his elbow down the creature's head to knock it unconscious.]
Zelda-san! [Quickly, he crouches beside her.] Here, let me help you up.
[In too-quick movements, he slaps some fuda on the bite mark, just over the clothes and everything. It might sting for the moment he puts it on, but then, it seems to be stopping the bleeding, and that's it. No ease of pain, no healing, just stopping him from some blood loss, for whatever it's worth.]
I'll take those off when we're back and let someone heal you.
[If the healers aren't too exhausted, as well. Carefully, he helps Dextera down the craggy shore and onto a raft, though he stops on the rock it's waiting beside, staring back onto the island.
He's torn. There are still stragglers here, making their way back, but he wants Dextera to get back as soon as possible, too. He's not sure how well it would go if he left him on a boat on his own, either...
It seems like he's just debating with himself.]
I'll take those off when we're back and let someone heal you.
[If the healers aren't too exhausted, as well. Carefully, he helps Dextera down the craggy shore and onto a raft, though he stops on the rock it's waiting beside, staring back onto the island.
He's torn. There are still stragglers here, making their way back, but he wants Dextera to get back as soon as possible, too. He's not sure how well it would go if he left him on a boat on his own, either...
It seems like he's just debating with himself.]
[Even after the threat has been dealt with, Izuku can't help but make occasional trips to the water-side, just to double check that nothing's amiss. It's on one such trip that he finds Akira sitting there quietly.
At another time, Izuku might have left him to his thoughts, but knowing that Akira was one of the people taken, he finds himself drawn to Akira's side instead, out of concern. There's just a rustle of clothing as Izuku takes a seat beside him.]
Hey. [He says softly, trying not to startle him.] Are you okay, Kurusu-kun?
At another time, Izuku might have left him to his thoughts, but knowing that Akira was one of the people taken, he finds himself drawn to Akira's side instead, out of concern. There's just a rustle of clothing as Izuku takes a seat beside him.]
Hey. [He says softly, trying not to startle him.] Are you okay, Kurusu-kun?
With kidnappees
[Estelle had woken from a vivid, comfortable dream of being called to dinner by her father to the sensations of cold and damp, with rough rocky ground beneath her cheek and hair hanging over her like a sodden blanket.
She's immediately tense, pushing herself to her hands and knees. If there's one thing Estelle found distinctly uncomfortable, it was waking up without knowing how she'd fallen asleep and not recognizing her surroundings. It had happened before, and it never meant anything good.]
Was all that... a dream? But where am I?
[She's so cold.... She sits up straight, wrapping her arms around herself and finding the action really doesn't help much when pretty much everything is damp. At least there's people around, and that was a relief and a half. She glances to whoever's nearby, shooting them a questioning look.]
Hey...You got any idea what's going on here?
Supply gathering
[So..... no bait. No hooks. Normally Estelle would try fishing, but she never learned how to fish without gear. Instead she'll start hunting down whatever wood she can, damp though it might be. Maybe if they can dry it enough--]
Uuuugh.... Everything's soaked! Have you found any dry wood around?
Cold
[Unfortunately, the rainy weather and the cold is going to sap the strength right out of Estelle by evening.
She's not very heavily dressed and her hair, the poor girl, is long enough that it's not liable to dry anytime soon regardless of what shelter is found. She's shivering heavily, arms tight around her knees as she tries to conserve warmth. If someone's willing to offer her some warmth, that might help ease things a bit.]
Sirens
[Eventually, the sirens stop their deliberating and start thinking about eating, and by then Estelle's found a piece of wood long enough to use as a makeshift staff. It acts as something of a deterrent-- for a bit.
But at some point, one's going to finally try to grab her, or someone else nearby. Tired, hungry, fraught and unwilling to let herself get eaten without a fight, Estelle lets out a yell of anger, slamming the end of the stick so hard into a siren's face that the wood shatters, leaving behind a bloody mess.]
Eat this you jerk!!!
[She'll follow up the strike with another to their midsection, and that's enough to send the thing slithering off with a shriek into the water. One or two might be eyeing her up for the action, though, a clear troublemaker. Escape might be the more ideal option. Help?]
Rescue
[It's been a long, long few days. Estelle's fairly sure she might be sick, but that's the least of her troubles given the scuffles she's been in. She's a mess-- covered in dirt, blood, cuts and bruises, including an ugly bite on her arm that she's wrapped with a torn section of clothing, and a slash down one leg that's not deep but long enough to make quick movement very painful. Her hands are a mess from sharp rocks and wood. She's been fighting tooth and nail, and it shows.
She really, really missed healing arts right now.
Estelle can't run fast enough to escape by now thanks to her injured leg, so when yet another siren manages to get the drop on her, all she can do is raise her stick defiantly, settling into a fighting stance and ready to fight with all she has.
Injured as she is, she's not going to be nimble enough to keep that up long. Hopefully, one of the rescuers finds her soon... She definitely left a bloodtrail for them to follow.]
Wildcard
[Want to do something while Estelle's recovering back in town (probably sick and driving everyone nuts because she can't sit still after a day or two) or something completely different? Go for it!]
[Estelle had woken from a vivid, comfortable dream of being called to dinner by her father to the sensations of cold and damp, with rough rocky ground beneath her cheek and hair hanging over her like a sodden blanket.
She's immediately tense, pushing herself to her hands and knees. If there's one thing Estelle found distinctly uncomfortable, it was waking up without knowing how she'd fallen asleep and not recognizing her surroundings. It had happened before, and it never meant anything good.]
Was all that... a dream? But where am I?
[She's so cold.... She sits up straight, wrapping her arms around herself and finding the action really doesn't help much when pretty much everything is damp. At least there's people around, and that was a relief and a half. She glances to whoever's nearby, shooting them a questioning look.]
Hey...You got any idea what's going on here?
Supply gathering
[So..... no bait. No hooks. Normally Estelle would try fishing, but she never learned how to fish without gear. Instead she'll start hunting down whatever wood she can, damp though it might be. Maybe if they can dry it enough--]
Uuuugh.... Everything's soaked! Have you found any dry wood around?
Cold
[Unfortunately, the rainy weather and the cold is going to sap the strength right out of Estelle by evening.
She's not very heavily dressed and her hair, the poor girl, is long enough that it's not liable to dry anytime soon regardless of what shelter is found. She's shivering heavily, arms tight around her knees as she tries to conserve warmth. If someone's willing to offer her some warmth, that might help ease things a bit.]
Sirens
[Eventually, the sirens stop their deliberating and start thinking about eating, and by then Estelle's found a piece of wood long enough to use as a makeshift staff. It acts as something of a deterrent-- for a bit.
But at some point, one's going to finally try to grab her, or someone else nearby. Tired, hungry, fraught and unwilling to let herself get eaten without a fight, Estelle lets out a yell of anger, slamming the end of the stick so hard into a siren's face that the wood shatters, leaving behind a bloody mess.]
Eat this you jerk!!!
[She'll follow up the strike with another to their midsection, and that's enough to send the thing slithering off with a shriek into the water. One or two might be eyeing her up for the action, though, a clear troublemaker. Escape might be the more ideal option. Help?]
Rescue
[It's been a long, long few days. Estelle's fairly sure she might be sick, but that's the least of her troubles given the scuffles she's been in. She's a mess-- covered in dirt, blood, cuts and bruises, including an ugly bite on her arm that she's wrapped with a torn section of clothing, and a slash down one leg that's not deep but long enough to make quick movement very painful. Her hands are a mess from sharp rocks and wood. She's been fighting tooth and nail, and it shows.
She really, really missed healing arts right now.
Estelle can't run fast enough to escape by now thanks to her injured leg, so when yet another siren manages to get the drop on her, all she can do is raise her stick defiantly, settling into a fighting stance and ready to fight with all she has.
Injured as she is, she's not going to be nimble enough to keep that up long. Hopefully, one of the rescuers finds her soon... She definitely left a bloodtrail for them to follow.]
Wildcard
[Want to do something while Estelle's recovering back in town (probably sick and driving everyone nuts because she can't sit still after a day or two) or something completely different? Go for it!]
Edited 2018-08-12 17:56 (UTC)
[ dextera winces when the fuda covers his bite, but he instinctively understands that guren isn’t trying to hurt him. it’ll help, whatever it is, and hopefully it doesn’t ignite like the last time he saw guren use one of these magic papers. ]
…?
[ he does notice that guren is hesitating, but he misunderstands why. ]
Should I stay? [ that is—does guren need help? ]
…?
[ he does notice that guren is hesitating, but he misunderstands why. ]
Should I stay? [ that is—does guren need help? ]
...No.
[With one last glance at everyone else on the island, he hops down onto the raft, causing it to shake a little. Sorry. This is a different one than they took on the way here. Much smaller, much more nauseating, but if it's just going to be the two of them...]
Let's head back.
[The others will be fine, he thinks. Most of the Sirens have been taken care of, and those remaining are strong enough to deal with them. There are still plenty of rafts, food and supplies.
So, he sits down, bringing a hand to his head.]
Pass me the paddles.
[With one last glance at everyone else on the island, he hops down onto the raft, causing it to shake a little. Sorry. This is a different one than they took on the way here. Much smaller, much more nauseating, but if it's just going to be the two of them...]
Let's head back.
[The others will be fine, he thinks. Most of the Sirens have been taken care of, and those remaining are strong enough to deal with them. There are still plenty of rafts, food and supplies.
So, he sits down, bringing a hand to his head.]
Pass me the paddles.
▌ ISLAND PROMPTS; for kidnappees.
i. waking up, breaking out.
[ Ryo slowly blinks his eyes open and forces himself to sit up. Last night feels like a fog, but he remembers hearing Akira call out to him—it's not the first time the town has used Akira against him in some manner, and he curses himself for falling for such cheap tactics again. ]
Where am I...?
[ Somewhat groggily, he sweeps his gaze around, taking in his surroundings. He doesn't recognize this place at all, what is going on. He'd like to go back to sleep, but there are more important matters to focus on, so he slowly gets up on his feet and squeezes some of the water out of his hair. ]
ii. we didn't start the fire.
[ The fatigue feels like a lead vest weighing him down, but Ryo's determined to keep going. After looking around the island to see what food and materials are available, Ryo decides to gather some driftwood into a pile; it's a slow task, but he eventually has enough for a small campfire to warm himself up. He knows you're not supposed to burn driftwood, but they don't have much of a choice here. He rubs two stones together to light a fire, and soon he can feel the flickering flames slowly begin to warm his chilled body. It's a nice feeling.
As the flames eat away at the pile of driftwood, he picks up a particularly sharp stone and uses it to whittle a long piece of wood into a spear. If you're nearby and look wet and fatigued, he'll toss a glance your way and motion for you to sit down. There's plenty of room around the fire, and he doesn't mind sharing. ]
iii. don't eat stuff off the sidewalk.
[ Equipped with one (1) crudely made but functional spear, Ryo's headed down to the shore to see if he can catch a fish or two. There are no fish in sight, but he can see a small group of sirens a short distance out in the water. They seem to be arguing about something...? ]
...Are they fighting over who to eat first?
▌ RESCUE PROMPTS; open to all.
iv. drowning in the sea of love. (open to dextera + 1 other tag-in)
[ The past couple of days have been Rough, but people have finally come to rescue them. They're not out of the woods yet, however—the sirens want their dinner and they've finally decided who they're going to eat. Ryo is tired and not the best fighter without his guns so he tries to avoid them, but one of the sirens track him down and strikes, sharp teeth tearing into his shoulder. He flinches, immediately driving his spear into the creature, but he fails to hit anything vital and before he can yank it back out the siren knocks him to the ground.
He doesn't get the chance to get back up on his feet before the siren grabs him and drags him into the shallow water by the shore to drown her dinner before eating it, almost unfazed by his attempts to get away. The water isn't even two feet deep but he's struggling for air as he tries to fight off the siren holding him under the surface. ]
v. i'm lucky i know, but i want to go home.
[ Eventually, the fighting dies down and everyone's safely made it back to the boats; now they just have to make the trip back to the mainland. Ryo's sitting in one of the boats, hands folded in his lap. There's a tired edge to his expression, but otherwise he doesn't seem too shaken up over what happened. Then again, it's hard to tell what he's really thinking beneath that calm exterior. ]
Finally. I never want to see that island again. [ He says, watching the island shrink into the distance. ]
vi. wildcard.
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i. waking up, breaking out.
[ Ryo slowly blinks his eyes open and forces himself to sit up. Last night feels like a fog, but he remembers hearing Akira call out to him—it's not the first time the town has used Akira against him in some manner, and he curses himself for falling for such cheap tactics again. ]
Where am I...?
[ Somewhat groggily, he sweeps his gaze around, taking in his surroundings. He doesn't recognize this place at all, what is going on. He'd like to go back to sleep, but there are more important matters to focus on, so he slowly gets up on his feet and squeezes some of the water out of his hair. ]
ii. we didn't start the fire.
[ The fatigue feels like a lead vest weighing him down, but Ryo's determined to keep going. After looking around the island to see what food and materials are available, Ryo decides to gather some driftwood into a pile; it's a slow task, but he eventually has enough for a small campfire to warm himself up. He knows you're not supposed to burn driftwood, but they don't have much of a choice here. He rubs two stones together to light a fire, and soon he can feel the flickering flames slowly begin to warm his chilled body. It's a nice feeling.
As the flames eat away at the pile of driftwood, he picks up a particularly sharp stone and uses it to whittle a long piece of wood into a spear. If you're nearby and look wet and fatigued, he'll toss a glance your way and motion for you to sit down. There's plenty of room around the fire, and he doesn't mind sharing. ]
iii. don't eat stuff off the sidewalk.
[ Equipped with one (1) crudely made but functional spear, Ryo's headed down to the shore to see if he can catch a fish or two. There are no fish in sight, but he can see a small group of sirens a short distance out in the water. They seem to be arguing about something...? ]
...Are they fighting over who to eat first?
▌ RESCUE PROMPTS; open to all.
iv. drowning in the sea of love. (open to dextera + 1 other tag-in)
[ The past couple of days have been Rough, but people have finally come to rescue them. They're not out of the woods yet, however—the sirens want their dinner and they've finally decided who they're going to eat. Ryo is tired and not the best fighter without his guns so he tries to avoid them, but one of the sirens track him down and strikes, sharp teeth tearing into his shoulder. He flinches, immediately driving his spear into the creature, but he fails to hit anything vital and before he can yank it back out the siren knocks him to the ground.
He doesn't get the chance to get back up on his feet before the siren grabs him and drags him into the shallow water by the shore to drown her dinner before eating it, almost unfazed by his attempts to get away. The water isn't even two feet deep but he's struggling for air as he tries to fight off the siren holding him under the surface. ]
v. i'm lucky i know, but i want to go home.
[ Eventually, the fighting dies down and everyone's safely made it back to the boats; now they just have to make the trip back to the mainland. Ryo's sitting in one of the boats, hands folded in his lap. There's a tired edge to his expression, but otherwise he doesn't seem too shaken up over what happened. Then again, it's hard to tell what he's really thinking beneath that calm exterior. ]
Finally. I never want to see that island again. [ He says, watching the island shrink into the distance. ]
vi. wildcard.
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[ they’re both in rough shape, in different ways. dextera’s endurance was not good enough to help much on the way over, and it’s certainly not going to be much help on the way back, but he doesn’t have a choice this time. ]
…
[ there will be time for conversation once they’re back in town. this whole ordeal has given them all a lot to think about, from several different angles, but honestly, dextera isn’t ready to think about any of it. he passes over the paddles with his good arm. ]
Row?
[ he’s less fluent, when it hurts to lift one hand, but guren must understand what he means anyway. can he help? ]
…
[ there will be time for conversation once they’re back in town. this whole ordeal has given them all a lot to think about, from several different angles, but honestly, dextera isn’t ready to think about any of it. he passes over the paddles with his good arm. ]
Row?
[ he’s less fluent, when it hurts to lift one hand, but guren must understand what he means anyway. can he help? ]
Yeah, you can take one and I'll take the other.
[It's probably better this way, despite what he wants to believe. He keeps one and passes the other back to Dextera, shifting.]
Does it hurt if you lean against me in the middle? It might be easier that way. [For both of them.]
[It's probably better this way, despite what he wants to believe. He keeps one and passes the other back to Dextera, shifting.]
Does it hurt if you lean against me in the middle? It might be easier that way. [For both of them.]
[ dextera moves around until his hurt arm is between himself and guren, and although the pressure is painful for just a second, it’s better than trying to row with it. this means, now, that he’s been effectively silenced, but he was holding off on saying anything anyway. ]
…
[ he tries to blink away exhaustion, and he turns his face to press a kiss to guren’s shoulder—a brief sign that he’s just fine, ready to row. he’ll follow guren’s lead. ]
…
[ he tries to blink away exhaustion, and he turns his face to press a kiss to guren’s shoulder—a brief sign that he’s just fine, ready to row. he’ll follow guren’s lead. ]
[Even after all the fighting is done and the curse marks have vanished from his face, he can feel the demon wanting to come out more from the inside. The kiss is sweet, and he wishes he could return it without hurting Dextera with any leaning, but he holds back for now. They can do that later. What he needs is to hold off on rowing just yet, grabbing a syringe from his jacket and rolling up his sleeve of the arm closest to Dextera. It's covered in the curse marks, but once he injects his drug, they all recede, and he sighs out, like in relief.]
Let's go.
[Now, they can begin rowing instead of just floating aimlessly, and he starts himself. It's only when the island is a good five hundred feet or so behind them that he speaks again.]
I wasn't able to get a headcount. [There was too much chaos, fighting. He doesn't know if everyone was saved. And that's eating at him, right now. Especially since he didn't stay to comb it by himself— but what would he have been able to do? He honestly feels like his body might give out at any moment, and his only response is to keep pushing.
Everyone else has been. It wouldn't be fair to put in any less. He's supposed to be a leader.]
We'll have to check once we're back.
[He knows Dextera can't talk as he is now, but there's a comfort in sharing this all aloud.]
Let's go.
[Now, they can begin rowing instead of just floating aimlessly, and he starts himself. It's only when the island is a good five hundred feet or so behind them that he speaks again.]
I wasn't able to get a headcount. [There was too much chaos, fighting. He doesn't know if everyone was saved. And that's eating at him, right now. Especially since he didn't stay to comb it by himself— but what would he have been able to do? He honestly feels like his body might give out at any moment, and his only response is to keep pushing.
Everyone else has been. It wouldn't be fair to put in any less. He's supposed to be a leader.]
We'll have to check once we're back.
[He knows Dextera can't talk as he is now, but there's a comfort in sharing this all aloud.]
[ dextera was probably the first to notice ryo was gone, even before kaoru did, considering he had intended to return the bible a few days after their tense conversation. he’d sent ryo a notice, and when he received no reply, he decided to visit himself.
needless to say, he’s been worried sick—literally sick—since then, and it’s a relief to catch ryo’s familiar white ensemble. immediately, he sees ryo being dragged off into the depths, but it’s been too long of a day for dextera to give up there. ]
—!
[ dextera goes for the siren with his new sword, but he’s not up to any fancy tricks. he drives the blade right through her chest, and the siren squeals in agony, blood and ichor dripping from the wound. the sand isn’t really much leverage, but dextera has at least pinned her enough to give ryo a moment to get away. ]
needless to say, he’s been worried sick—literally sick—since then, and it’s a relief to catch ryo’s familiar white ensemble. immediately, he sees ryo being dragged off into the depths, but it’s been too long of a day for dextera to give up there. ]
—!
[ dextera goes for the siren with his new sword, but he’s not up to any fancy tricks. he drives the blade right through her chest, and the siren squeals in agony, blood and ichor dripping from the wound. the sand isn’t really much leverage, but dextera has at least pinned her enough to give ryo a moment to get away. ]
[ dextera takes it all in, quiet in a way he hasn’t been, recently. things haven’t been easy, but he’s been sharing it piece by piece—besides his literal inability to say anything right now, he’s just tired, and seeing the curse marks on guren and hearing the way he plans aloud is a sign that he’s tired, too. ]
…
[ dextera rows, trying to keep pace with guren as well as he can. he watched them all on the way over, even if a raft is a little different from what guren managed to construct with emma.
he wants to offer more comfort than he can, right now, but words haven’t ever been such a necessity with them. he just nods, letting his gaze linger on guren for a beat longer than necessary as if that says what he wants to in his stead. the vastness of the ocean, too, if he stares at it for too long, gives him vertigo. guren is an easier sight to keep. ]
…
[ dextera rows, trying to keep pace with guren as well as he can. he watched them all on the way over, even if a raft is a little different from what guren managed to construct with emma.
he wants to offer more comfort than he can, right now, but words haven’t ever been such a necessity with them. he just nods, letting his gaze linger on guren for a beat longer than necessary as if that says what he wants to in his stead. the vastness of the ocean, too, if he stares at it for too long, gives him vertigo. guren is an easier sight to keep. ]
[He wished... that people didn't have to get hurt.
It's such a childish way of thinking, and he knows that. The world is a cruel place. Any world is. But still, his heart dreams of peace, of the power to maintain peace, and of the happiness that everyone wants to achieve. But how can they get there like this?
He doesn't like the implications of this whole situation. A good chunk of them are stolen, put at risk, and those left behind are struck ill? Everything in this town focuses on connections, so it has to be the same thing. The connections that are restoring everything are tying them together, somehow? Is that it?
It's unnecessary. They would have gone after them anyway, so why? Is it just some kind of magic? A punishment? Guren is trying so hard to figure it out that he sometimes forgets Dextera is there, beside him, until he feels his gaze on him and glances over, offering a small smile as reassurance.
Eventually, the island is long behind them, and the shore is in sight. Guren picks up his pace slightly, determined to get Dextera to some help.]
We're almost there.
It's such a childish way of thinking, and he knows that. The world is a cruel place. Any world is. But still, his heart dreams of peace, of the power to maintain peace, and of the happiness that everyone wants to achieve. But how can they get there like this?
He doesn't like the implications of this whole situation. A good chunk of them are stolen, put at risk, and those left behind are struck ill? Everything in this town focuses on connections, so it has to be the same thing. The connections that are restoring everything are tying them together, somehow? Is that it?
It's unnecessary. They would have gone after them anyway, so why? Is it just some kind of magic? A punishment? Guren is trying so hard to figure it out that he sometimes forgets Dextera is there, beside him, until he feels his gaze on him and glances over, offering a small smile as reassurance.
Eventually, the island is long behind them, and the shore is in sight. Guren picks up his pace slightly, determined to get Dextera to some help.]
We're almost there.
[ dextera’s thoughts are along the same lines, at least in regards to bonds—he’s not nearly as kind as guren, deep down in the dark parts of his heart, and all he can do is be thankful that guren wasn’t taken. in the grand scheme, maybe being left behind was a greater toll, but dextera is selfish in the most immediate ways.
guren’s reassurance is welcome, though.
by the time they’re close to the harbor, dextera’s rowing arm is burning, and while it’s a miracle that he hasn’t hurled yet, it’s definitely coming as soon as they’re on steady land again. if there’s anything they’ve learned, it’s that dextera isn’t meant to be a sailor. ]
Ngh…
[ finally, they reach the docks, but dextera isn’t going to be able to get out on his own. ]
guren’s reassurance is welcome, though.
by the time they’re close to the harbor, dextera’s rowing arm is burning, and while it’s a miracle that he hasn’t hurled yet, it’s definitely coming as soon as they’re on steady land again. if there’s anything they’ve learned, it’s that dextera isn’t meant to be a sailor. ]
Ngh…
[ finally, they reach the docks, but dextera isn’t going to be able to get out on his own. ]
[ ryo wastes no time making a break for it the second the siren lets go of him, running out of the water as fast as he can and comes to a halt once he's back on dry land again. ]
Dex— [ aaand he starts coughing violently, his body forcing him to expel the water he had swallowed. ]
Dex— [ aaand he starts coughing violently, his body forcing him to expel the water he had swallowed. ]
[well then.]
Mister Dextera, just stab it—!
[if dextera hasn't already recognized gandharva, that probably gives it away, but more importantly—dextera, why.
gandharva doesn't want to risk hitting dextera with an attack/doesn't want to show off too many abilities just yet, so he's going to swiftly get out of the water and head towards where dextera is. please don't get bitten??]
Mister Dextera, just stab it—!
[if dextera hasn't already recognized gandharva, that probably gives it away, but more importantly—dextera, why.
gandharva doesn't want to risk hitting dextera with an attack/doesn't want to show off too many abilities just yet, so he's going to swiftly get out of the water and head towards where dextera is. please don't get bitten??]
[Once they're close enough, in shallow water, Guren drops his paddle on the raft, reaching to take Dextera's too, before he drops himself into the water. He pulls Dextera along with him this way, finding it faster, and stops only once he's able to grab onto the wooden dock closest, pulling himself up, dripping, and holding the raft with one hand, and extending his other.
He's going to help him out and onto solid ground.]
I've got you.
He's going to help him out and onto solid ground.]
I've got you.
[ dextera just—needs a moment to catch his breath. the siren’s spell didn’t affect his powers because he never fell under its thrall, but he’s tired, and his body is failing him in all the normal ways.
he pulses power through the sword, and it flares outward to properly kill the siren. once that’s done, he goes to check on ryo, placing a worried hand on his back. ]
…
[ dextera is used to grossness, so go ahead and cough it all out. ]
he pulses power through the sword, and it flares outward to properly kill the siren. once that’s done, he goes to check on ryo, placing a worried hand on his back. ]
…
[ dextera is used to grossness, so go ahead and cough it all out. ]
[ dextera takes his hand, and it’s too much.
that’s the movement that makes him turn his head and gag, once he’s on the docks—but maybe it’s a big fuck you to the sirens to barf into their water. he misses the raft, at least! ]
Ggh…
[ all the endurance training in the world wasn’t going to prepare him for this. ]
that’s the movement that makes him turn his head and gag, once he’s on the docks—but maybe it’s a big fuck you to the sirens to barf into their water. he misses the raft, at least! ]
Ggh…
[ all the endurance training in the world wasn’t going to prepare him for this. ]
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