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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.[Maribelle puts a hand on his back to steady him when he looks his worst.]
Are you going to be all right?
Are you going to be all right?
[At this point, Estelle would eat weird demon bird meat, frankly. The smell of the fire is what really draws her, however, because with all this rain she's starting to get chilled to the bone.
She'll offer Caramia a small, questioning look as she settles next to it, tucking her knees close to her chest.]
Looks like you had luck finding food. But... what is that?
She'll offer Caramia a small, questioning look as she settles next to it, tucking her knees close to her chest.]
Looks like you had luck finding food. But... what is that?
[likewise, gandharva physically looks fine. even his clothes appear undamaged, without a single scratch—despite dave, on the other hand, looking worse for the wear.
with that said, he also looks distinctly upset and like he's ready to murder the nearest person. still, when he sees guren, he manages to restrain himself in favour of confirming—]
Find anything?
with that said, he also looks distinctly upset and like he's ready to murder the nearest person. still, when he sees guren, he manages to restrain himself in favour of confirming—]
Find anything?
[Oh my god.
Minato is immediately scrambling to his hands and knees as soon as he hears that familiar voice (and spitting out sand, ew, gross), and then he coughs out:]
Maya-san--!
[... That's dangerous.]
Get down!
[As soon as she's not touching the Siren anymore, he's going to summon Beelzebub to zap it, scrambling for his Evoker.]
Minato is immediately scrambling to his hands and knees as soon as he hears that familiar voice (and spitting out sand, ew, gross), and then he coughs out:]
Maya-san--!
[... That's dangerous.]
Get down!
[As soon as she's not touching the Siren anymore, he's going to summon Beelzebub to zap it, scrambling for his Evoker.]
[It's a good thing they're on the same page here, honestly... Minato just retraces his step back to the doorway, sighing softly.]
Nothing. Nobody's here. I know someone was living here, too.
[The color for the outside of the house says that plainly enough.]
Nothing. Nobody's here. I know someone was living here, too.
[The color for the outside of the house says that plainly enough.]
[Minato frowns at that, a bit, but...the covert acknowledgement, at least, that Guren's also feeling sick makes him feel a bit better. At least he's not trying to pretend he's totally unaffected...
So Minato just shakes his head.]
No, of course not. They need our help. I can't afford to mess up now.
... I guess we can worry about the rest later. [This illness, and how they're all feeling--that can wait until they've saved everyone.]
So Minato just shakes his head.]
No, of course not. They need our help. I can't afford to mess up now.
... I guess we can worry about the rest later. [This illness, and how they're all feeling--that can wait until they've saved everyone.]
DO I LOOK ANY BETTER?!
[Must not break precious healing tool...]
[Must not break precious healing tool...]
Whoa--
[Estelle's surprised by the sudden flash of thunder, but her relief is potent, too-- she knows an art when she sees one. Tables turned, Estelle will take the opening the attack offers and clock the screeching, smoking siren hard in the head before it can attack again.]
--You guys finally made it!
[Estelle's surprised by the sudden flash of thunder, but her relief is potent, too-- she knows an art when she sees one. Tables turned, Estelle will take the opening the attack offers and clock the screeching, smoking siren hard in the head before it can attack again.]
--You guys finally made it!
... Something like this happened before. I don't think they're truly gone.
[ and when he drops, she carefully kneels (her legs are bruised and sore, but she can ignore it) as he addresses her. the wounds seem shallow at least, but there's no means of disinfecting them here. ]
No, I haven't yet, but if the sirens took him then he'll surely be here. [ she purses her lips and looks down to her nightgown. ] Let me help you.
[ it's not in great shape, but she'll reach her hands down to the hem and carefully rip off some of the fabric that doesn't look too muddled. ]
No, I haven't yet, but if the sirens took him then he'll surely be here. [ she purses her lips and looks down to her nightgown. ] Let me help you.
[ it's not in great shape, but she'll reach her hands down to the hem and carefully rip off some of the fabric that doesn't look too muddled. ]
[ she's sitting down nearby the boats, silent and sternfaced, as everyone seems to be getting ready to depart from this awful land. her shoulder has been wounded in battle, but she hasn't taken any effort to have it addressed outside of getting some fabric from her tattered nightgown tied over it.
she takes no notice of gandharva approaching, but seems to snap back to reality when he addresses her. he seems familiar, but she doesn't place him as the same boy she talked to back when the last group of arrivals came. ]
Oh - if you have no one else you must attend to in the moment.
[ a lot of people are injured, surely worse than her, and so she feels selfish asking for help. ]
she takes no notice of gandharva approaching, but seems to snap back to reality when he addresses her. he seems familiar, but she doesn't place him as the same boy she talked to back when the last group of arrivals came. ]
Oh - if you have no one else you must attend to in the moment.
[ a lot of people are injured, surely worse than her, and so she feels selfish asking for help. ]
(( content warning for mentions of the 420 in prompts 2.b and four! ))
PRE-RESCUE; NON-KIDNAPPED CHARACTERS
( one; our buddies kinda left us alone )
[ so Michael's first inkling that something is Off is when he wakes up on the morning of the 12th and his roomie is nowhere to be seen. which, y'know, at first is weird but not unheard of because Kairi could've gone any number of places (the garden, to hang with her bffs, somewhere else) and Michael's sleep schedule is about as consistent as the goddamn weather when he's left to his own devices, but as the day drags on and there's no sign of Kairi anywhere? yeah, that's when the worry starts setting in.
it doesn't take long after he starts looking around outside and finding others doing the same thing to figure that this is some kinda mass disappearance. he can be found around Chroma during this time, looking for any kind of sign around town about what might've happened, so for once it is very easy to run into him almost anywhere! ]
( two; now he's just michael in the library )
[ Michael would be the first to tell you that he's no good at fighting. pretty good at dodging, after years of practice, but no good at fighting. so he's not one of the ones heading off to the forest to search.
what he is pretty good at? research. he'd usually have hit the internet by now, but Chroma doesn't have the internet. what Chroma does have is a library full of fairytales, and he needs to be doing something. so he makes his mind up, makes a quick post on the forums to let people know that he is gonna be camping in the library with all the fairytales trying to figure out what creepy fairytale creature from this creepy fairytale town stole everyone's friends, and proceeds to do pretty much that. ]
( option 2.a )
[ head to the library on the days before the island appears, and you'll find Michael has commandeered a table to himself. ... well actually, you might notice the stacks of books that he's piled on top of the table first. there's probably some kind of logic to the piles if you ask him about it. Michael himself can be found either hunched over at the table with one of the fairytale books open in front of him and a notepad with a steadily-growing collection of notes, or down among the shelves pulling out more books to go through. ]
With all the fairytales out there, there's gotta be some kinda clue in here...!
( option 2.b )
[ drop by this mess after a few days have passed, and he'll have not one, but two sweaters on, in spite of the summer temperatures outside. the weakness that's afflicting a lot of the people left behind is mostly manifesting itself for Michael as steadily worsening headaches and uncontrollable bouts of chills. it sucks. it sucks so bad that at one point there's a dull thunk as Michael's head drops, none too gently, against his notebook. if you're hanging around close enough, you might hear a muffled, dark mutter to himself: ]
Ugggggggghhhhhhhhh... c'mon Michael, weed is your reward, not your method.
DURING AND POST-RESCUE, OPEN TO ALL
( three; my big mistake was showing up )
[ so yeah, about Michael not being good at fighting? a few days into literally being worried sick and seeing fairytale text every time he closes his eyes, this apparently has no bearing on him making really stupid decisions like talking someone into letting him sneak onto one of the rescue boats once the island is finally clear enough to sail to.
he at least has enough sense to stick as far away from the actual fighting as he can while staying as close to the shore as he can, ducking and weaving to stay out of sight as he keeps an eye out for any kidnappees that might need help getting down to the boats. if he spots someone who looks like they're struggling, he'll dash toward them. as he gets close, he'll throw out a hand if it looks like they need it, not even bothering to suppress a full-body shiver as another wave of chills hit him. ]
H-h-hey! You're literally almost there, it's just the home stretch now!
[ HE'S ALSO KIND OF TERRIFIED OUT HIS MIND AND ONLY BARELY KEEPING A LID ON IT but luckily adrenaline is a hell of a drug so please don't call him out on this!! ]
( four; awesome rescue i'm so glad i came!! )
[ when it's all over and the boats have returned to the relatively safer and more familiar shore of the town, Michael stumbles out of whatever boat he was on and makes it maybe a few steps down one of the docks before he has to take five and grab hold of the nearest mooring post for a hot minute. the adrenaline crash is hitting him hard; sure, the headaches and chills are almost completely gone, but the full impact of everything else is gleefully coming in like a truck to fill all the spaces the adrenaline left, and he kind of just wants a nap and possibly a cry and definitely like, an entire joint, not neccessarily in that order???
yeah, he... will not admit it, but he might need someone to come and ground him a little. ]
( five; there's never been a better time in history to be a WILDCARD )
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Tenfel! ]
PRE-RESCUE; NON-KIDNAPPED CHARACTERS
( one; our buddies kinda left us alone )
[ so Michael's first inkling that something is Off is when he wakes up on the morning of the 12th and his roomie is nowhere to be seen. which, y'know, at first is weird but not unheard of because Kairi could've gone any number of places (the garden, to hang with her bffs, somewhere else) and Michael's sleep schedule is about as consistent as the goddamn weather when he's left to his own devices, but as the day drags on and there's no sign of Kairi anywhere? yeah, that's when the worry starts setting in.
it doesn't take long after he starts looking around outside and finding others doing the same thing to figure that this is some kinda mass disappearance. he can be found around Chroma during this time, looking for any kind of sign around town about what might've happened, so for once it is very easy to run into him almost anywhere! ]
( two; now he's just michael in the library )
[ Michael would be the first to tell you that he's no good at fighting. pretty good at dodging, after years of practice, but no good at fighting. so he's not one of the ones heading off to the forest to search.
what he is pretty good at? research. he'd usually have hit the internet by now, but Chroma doesn't have the internet. what Chroma does have is a library full of fairytales, and he needs to be doing something. so he makes his mind up, makes a quick post on the forums to let people know that he is gonna be camping in the library with all the fairytales trying to figure out what creepy fairytale creature from this creepy fairytale town stole everyone's friends, and proceeds to do pretty much that. ]
( option 2.a )
[ head to the library on the days before the island appears, and you'll find Michael has commandeered a table to himself. ... well actually, you might notice the stacks of books that he's piled on top of the table first. there's probably some kind of logic to the piles if you ask him about it. Michael himself can be found either hunched over at the table with one of the fairytale books open in front of him and a notepad with a steadily-growing collection of notes, or down among the shelves pulling out more books to go through. ]
With all the fairytales out there, there's gotta be some kinda clue in here...!
( option 2.b )
[ drop by this mess after a few days have passed, and he'll have not one, but two sweaters on, in spite of the summer temperatures outside. the weakness that's afflicting a lot of the people left behind is mostly manifesting itself for Michael as steadily worsening headaches and uncontrollable bouts of chills. it sucks. it sucks so bad that at one point there's a dull thunk as Michael's head drops, none too gently, against his notebook. if you're hanging around close enough, you might hear a muffled, dark mutter to himself: ]
Ugggggggghhhhhhhhh... c'mon Michael, weed is your reward, not your method.
DURING AND POST-RESCUE, OPEN TO ALL
( three; my big mistake was showing up )
[ so yeah, about Michael not being good at fighting? a few days into literally being worried sick and seeing fairytale text every time he closes his eyes, this apparently has no bearing on him making really stupid decisions like talking someone into letting him sneak onto one of the rescue boats once the island is finally clear enough to sail to.
he at least has enough sense to stick as far away from the actual fighting as he can while staying as close to the shore as he can, ducking and weaving to stay out of sight as he keeps an eye out for any kidnappees that might need help getting down to the boats. if he spots someone who looks like they're struggling, he'll dash toward them. as he gets close, he'll throw out a hand if it looks like they need it, not even bothering to suppress a full-body shiver as another wave of chills hit him. ]
H-h-hey! You're literally almost there, it's just the home stretch now!
[ HE'S ALSO KIND OF TERRIFIED OUT HIS MIND AND ONLY BARELY KEEPING A LID ON IT but luckily adrenaline is a hell of a drug so please don't call him out on this!! ]
( four; awesome rescue i'm so glad i came!! )
[ when it's all over and the boats have returned to the relatively safer and more familiar shore of the town, Michael stumbles out of whatever boat he was on and makes it maybe a few steps down one of the docks before he has to take five and grab hold of the nearest mooring post for a hot minute. the adrenaline crash is hitting him hard; sure, the headaches and chills are almost completely gone, but the full impact of everything else is gleefully coming in like a truck to fill all the spaces the adrenaline left, and he kind of just wants a nap and possibly a cry and definitely like, an entire joint, not neccessarily in that order???
yeah, he... will not admit it, but he might need someone to come and ground him a little. ]
( five; there's never been a better time in history to be a WILDCARD )
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[Maribelle tries to judge how long the Siren will be down, if it is at all, and jogs over to Estelle's side.]
Are you all right? I saw the blood...!
Are you all right? I saw the blood...!
[ the shock almost starts to fade, her heart pounding through her ears, and trying to get herself back in order. but then when the siren scatters into dust, and dextera is right behind, it comes back again.
yet it's his stumble that snaps her back into the moment, remembering where they are in the midst of panic. she takes a sharp breath and her right hand flies to clutch the flesh wound underneath her left shoulder, swallowing down the urge to cry out, the pain beginning to shoot through her. ]
Dextera - [ ah ] - gods, it bit me. Are you alright?
[ she doesn't know what she just saw, but it's the least of her worries in the moment. ]
yet it's his stumble that snaps her back into the moment, remembering where they are in the midst of panic. she takes a sharp breath and her right hand flies to clutch the flesh wound underneath her left shoulder, swallowing down the urge to cry out, the pain beginning to shoot through her. ]
Dextera - [ ah ] - gods, it bit me. Are you alright?
[ she doesn't know what she just saw, but it's the least of her worries in the moment. ]
Oh, Akira. [ yes, excellent, because help would be appreciated. ] The fish are a lot faster than I've taken them for. Tell me - do you think your eyes or your precision is better in the moment?
[ a small gasp, an aborted scream, escapes out her throat when she sees the blade pierce into the monster. she sees the siren's grotesque face twist in pain and terror before it suddenly turns to dust. she sees her wooden spear fall to the ground and a hand extend to her. it's only when she hears his voice does her eyes look up to him. ]
Guren. [ she swallows tight, and she reaches out- ] Aah!
[ and quickly pulls the arm back in a sharp hiss of pain, because she tried to take his hand with the injured arm. the injury that didn't begin to register in pain until now, as the shock of the moment wears off, and she feels the bite in full bloom. her free hand instinctively clutches over it, nerves tightening in his muscles. ]
I'm sorry, it got me.
Guren. [ she swallows tight, and she reaches out- ] Aah!
[ and quickly pulls the arm back in a sharp hiss of pain, because she tried to take his hand with the injured arm. the injury that didn't begin to register in pain until now, as the shock of the moment wears off, and she feels the bite in full bloom. her free hand instinctively clutches over it, nerves tightening in his muscles. ]
I'm sorry, it got me.
Mm.
[He hums in agreement. He thinks he could probably use his powers if he really tried, but they feel far away right now. He's sure this kid is feeling the same.
But he got a fire going. It's something.]
In my world... the creatures we fought could do things to us, to disrupt our abilities. This doesn't feel quite the same, though.
[At least, he hasn't forgotten, and he doesn't feel confused, and he is awake. So what is it, then?]
[He hums in agreement. He thinks he could probably use his powers if he really tried, but they feel far away right now. He's sure this kid is feeling the same.
But he got a fire going. It's something.]
In my world... the creatures we fought could do things to us, to disrupt our abilities. This doesn't feel quite the same, though.
[At least, he hasn't forgotten, and he doesn't feel confused, and he is awake. So what is it, then?]
[ as soon as the siren is flung off, zelda is free to breath in a strong breath and then let it out in panicked pants. she's dazed for a moment before she sees izuku, not quite hearing him until his face comes into view. ]
Thank you. [ she pants, breathing hard to control, and tries to reach out a hand-
-but then the pain of the shoulder hits and the hand instinctively clasps the wound. ]
Aah. Damn beast.
Thank you. [ she pants, breathing hard to control, and tries to reach out a hand-
-but then the pain of the shoulder hits and the hand instinctively clasps the wound. ]
Aah. Damn beast.
...You know even optimism has its limits. [ she says with only the faintest hint of bitterness, but she realizes she let something she shouldn't slip and closes her eyes. ] I'm sorry. That's not fair to you.
[ even with prayer, her mind is in dark places at the moment. ]
[ even with prayer, her mind is in dark places at the moment. ]
[The rustle of clothing is enough for Akira to know someone has joined him; he wouldn't be much of a Phantom Thief if someone could sneak up on him.
Ah, Izuku. Akira doesn't really want to worry him, so he nods.]
I don't hear anything, if that's what you're wondering. [Thankfully, they're currently siren free.]
Ah, Izuku. Akira doesn't really want to worry him, so he nods.]
I don't hear anything, if that's what you're wondering. [Thankfully, they're currently siren free.]
[He thinks about that. He feels pretty sluggish, but if he concentrates really hard...
It's hard to summon his third eye right now, but not impossible. So he makes his decision.]
Eyes. [At least he can see the fish under the water.]
It's hard to summon his third eye right now, but not impossible. So he makes his decision.]
Eyes. [At least he can see the fish under the water.]
... No, I'm sorry. That was insensitive of me.
[ But she slowly moves closer. ]
Still-- do you want to talk about it? It might help pass the time a little more.
[ But she slowly moves closer. ]
Still-- do you want to talk about it? It might help pass the time a little more.
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