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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.[He squeezes her reassuringly, a vague smile on his face.]
It just tells us how strong we are. If we can survive conditions like this, we can survive anything.
[Sure, this rock is quickly rising up the ranks of his worst experiences ever, but so long as it doesn't surpass being stranded in Niflheim's eternal winter he's pretty optimistic about their chances.
He shivers, hunching his shoulders and pulling one knee up towards his chest.]
All we gotta do is hold out. Tell ghost stories or something; think warm thoughts.
It just tells us how strong we are. If we can survive conditions like this, we can survive anything.
[Sure, this rock is quickly rising up the ranks of his worst experiences ever, but so long as it doesn't surpass being stranded in Niflheim's eternal winter he's pretty optimistic about their chances.
He shivers, hunching his shoulders and pulling one knee up towards his chest.]
All we gotta do is hold out. Tell ghost stories or something; think warm thoughts.
Yep! I'd say the groin works well, too, though I'm not sure how effective that'll be on Sirens...
Definitely. We'll get off this stupid rock in no time and I'll beat some fishy faces on the way out.
[Estelle grins, the sunny smile carrying an edge of viciousness. Vindictive? Her? Juuuust a bit. But could anyone really blame her for wanting to beat the crap out of their kidnappers?
....of course, that smile fades pretty quickly when Nyx says 'ghost stories'. She shivers a little more, hunching up... and it's not just from the cold.]
I....I like the sound of everything but the ghost stories, personally.
[Well.]
[Estelle grins, the sunny smile carrying an edge of viciousness. Vindictive? Her? Juuuust a bit. But could anyone really blame her for wanting to beat the crap out of their kidnappers?
....of course, that smile fades pretty quickly when Nyx says 'ghost stories'. She shivers a little more, hunching up... and it's not just from the cold.]
I....I like the sound of everything but the ghost stories, personally.
[Well.]
[He laughs, bright even in this gloomy place.]
No ghost stories, then--hunting stories. Grand tales of a hunter defeating monsters ten times their size, against all odds stacked against them.
[Because he's going to look forward to watching her smash some gills whenever those things decide to come out of the water, and wreck a fish or two of his own.]
No ghost stories, then--hunting stories. Grand tales of a hunter defeating monsters ten times their size, against all odds stacked against them.
[Because he's going to look forward to watching her smash some gills whenever those things decide to come out of the water, and wreck a fish or two of his own.]
It was the first thing that came to mind, actually!
[ that’s right. michael came after that incident, which is probably for the best. it was unpleasant indeed, and the werewolves that followed were even worse. ]
Ah…
[ how does he explain this? ]
We were… challenged. To listen to what we were told to do. Some were tempted with food. Some were tempted with things. Others, with voices.
Ah…
[ how does he explain this? ]
We were… challenged. To listen to what we were told to do. Some were tempted with food. Some were tempted with things. Others, with voices.
[There's something about a desperate, terrified scream that digs right down into the primal part of Nyx's subconscious. Fending off a siren with a rock almost too big to grip, Nyx freezes. Nyx! For a moment he flashes back, the memory drifting up in response, but he's more than used to this by now, and this voice didn't belong to a ghost.
He bashes his makeshift weapon down onto his siren's head as it dives for him, thinking to take advantage of his distraction, but Nyx doesn't even stop to make sure it's dead. He whirls around, scanning the landscape for Rin. He can hear the songs nearby, they have to be close if the call was any indication. Come on, slowpoke... It's not her voice, but he follows it quickly, letting it draw him closer.
Cresting over a craggy hill, hands and arms scraped up by the reckless speed he climbed over sharp stone, Nyx feels the breath escape him in a rush, as if something socked his right beneath the ribs. His focus narrows and all he can hear now is the rush of his heart pounding in his chest as he takes in the situation: Rin, trapped on the ground, sirens nearly on him and sure of their meal. No. Nonono. This isn't going to happen.
He'll never make it in time if he runs.]
Rin!
[It's painful, like trying to wrench something trapped in a tar pit out with one arm. Something twists in the core of his magic as his kukri materialize in his hands, and the edges of his vision grays out. The effort of even such a mindless spell as the armiger is too much for his dehydrated and battered form, and if Nyx had any sort of sense of self-preservation he would certainly opt to just lie down until the world stopped spinning.
But heroes never rest, do they? Not when there's something important on the line and, well? He's grown quite fond of the kid in these few months.
Nyx roars a challenge at the sirens, throwing every last fleck of emotion he'd been carrying at them and spins his blade in its wake. He lands hard between the monsters and Rin, blue shards of magic raining around him as he follows through with a strike into the closest siren. Its shriek of pain rang out, momentarily scattering the hissing monsters away.
Mistakes have been made. Nyx grits his teeth to stay up, glancing over his shoulder.]
Can you stand?
He bashes his makeshift weapon down onto his siren's head as it dives for him, thinking to take advantage of his distraction, but Nyx doesn't even stop to make sure it's dead. He whirls around, scanning the landscape for Rin. He can hear the songs nearby, they have to be close if the call was any indication. Come on, slowpoke... It's not her voice, but he follows it quickly, letting it draw him closer.
Cresting over a craggy hill, hands and arms scraped up by the reckless speed he climbed over sharp stone, Nyx feels the breath escape him in a rush, as if something socked his right beneath the ribs. His focus narrows and all he can hear now is the rush of his heart pounding in his chest as he takes in the situation: Rin, trapped on the ground, sirens nearly on him and sure of their meal. No. Nonono. This isn't going to happen.
He'll never make it in time if he runs.]
Rin!
[It's painful, like trying to wrench something trapped in a tar pit out with one arm. Something twists in the core of his magic as his kukri materialize in his hands, and the edges of his vision grays out. The effort of even such a mindless spell as the armiger is too much for his dehydrated and battered form, and if Nyx had any sort of sense of self-preservation he would certainly opt to just lie down until the world stopped spinning.
But heroes never rest, do they? Not when there's something important on the line and, well? He's grown quite fond of the kid in these few months.
Nyx roars a challenge at the sirens, throwing every last fleck of emotion he'd been carrying at them and spins his blade in its wake. He lands hard between the monsters and Rin, blue shards of magic raining around him as he follows through with a strike into the closest siren. Its shriek of pain rang out, momentarily scattering the hissing monsters away.
Mistakes have been made. Nyx grits his teeth to stay up, glancing over his shoulder.]
Can you stand?
[Hunk makes a weary noise as he stumbles upright. Oh, dizzy. It's going to be so relieving to crash into bed. Forever. Going to sleep forever.]
Sounds good. Great. Sounds amazing.
[He puts emphasis on amazing as he leans some of his weight on Keith, not too much but enough to feel like he can walk back to their house.]
Sounds good. Great. Sounds amazing.
[He puts emphasis on amazing as he leans some of his weight on Keith, not too much but enough to feel like he can walk back to their house.]
It does. Really amazing.
[Home and warm and dry and sleeping in a bed. Nothing has ever sounded better honestly. So Keith will offer what support he can and make their way back to their little orange house.
When it comes into view, he sighs in relief. He's never been happier to see it.]
[Home and warm and dry and sleeping in a bed. Nothing has ever sounded better honestly. So Keith will offer what support he can and make their way back to their little orange house.
When it comes into view, he sighs in relief. He's never been happier to see it.]
I've never seen anything so beautiful in my whole life.
[VERY SERIOUSLY as Hunk lifts his face, gazing with relief at it.
Bless it. Bless its orange. Bless the beds waiting inside, oh man he can not wait and, despite his exhaustion and everything, he manages to perk up.]
[VERY SERIOUSLY as Hunk lifts his face, gazing with relief at it.
Bless it. Bless its orange. Bless the beds waiting inside, oh man he can not wait and, despite his exhaustion and everything, he manages to perk up.]
[Helpful, indeed. John just glances back behind them toward the beach as he hauls him toward wherever Dirk and Jake are.] Oh awesome, thanks. We will probably need them after being out here for a while. We can change and get off the island pretty fast.
[Onward to find fellow idiots? Onward to find fellow idiots.]
[Onward to find fellow idiots? Onward to find fellow idiots.]
Water'n'food too. [ he mumbles that part and maybe it's stupid that after freaking out on john a little his second reaction is to start to get sleepy even on. an island of enemy merfolk.
it's pavlovian, he figures. but there's a chance dave will half-doze while john searches for dirk and jake. ]
it's pavlovian, he figures. but there's a chance dave will half-doze while john searches for dirk and jake. ]
I'll make dinner when we get home. [For all four of them, he means, but he doesn't seem interested in talking still. If Dave's going quiet and he dozes off, that's fine by John. He'll just carry him around until they either find Jake and Dirk, or his arms get tired.
Hopefully it's the first one.]
Hopefully it's the first one.]
[ it's probably the first one, let's be real. dave's light and easy to tote around particularly for a guy with john's strength stats, and he's not at all fighting. it might be awkwardish to find dirk and jake like this but also they probably won't mind too much, and if they do dave probably will not care much.
and then they all get boatstuck, and eventually john gets to read dave's 50,000 missed messages probably ]
and then they all get boatstuck, and eventually john gets to read dave's 50,000 missed messages probably ]
[He's definitely getting the sense that Keith is Keith and this is just kind of how Keith is--
But.
It's fine. He just snorts softly, shaking his head.]
You might be asking too much... mythological creatures are pretty much known for universally wanting to eat humans, right?
[It's like their Defining Trait.]
Are you feeling okay? [Good enough to keep on going and fighting more sirens? Because Minato's starting to sag a little, and would honestly appreciate the support.]
But.
It's fine. He just snorts softly, shaking his head.]
You might be asking too much... mythological creatures are pretty much known for universally wanting to eat humans, right?
[It's like their Defining Trait.]
Are you feeling okay? [Good enough to keep on going and fighting more sirens? Because Minato's starting to sag a little, and would honestly appreciate the support.]
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