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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.[ oh man. dave keeps doing this to him and dirk just isn't prepared for it. it doesn't get any easier either and it's bad enough that halfway through he finds himself looking down at dave's finger, focusing on the beat being tapped out because that's easier than to keep directly looking at dave in the face of what feels like a relentless torrent of positive feelings.
he's done nothing to deserve dave and yet somehow he has a kickass brother who is far too kind anyway.
it takes him a small moment to get himself to look up and find his voice again. ]
... Okay. [ his voice sounds weird to his own ears so he clears his throat uncomfortably before attempting to say more. ] I'll try my best.
[ it's really all he can promise when his callous disregard for himself is ingrained. and when it comes to protecting those he cares about, he knows he'll put them first. ]
And uh, you know I feel the same way about you, right?
[ he's said it before how important dave is to him, but he'll say it again if he has to. ]
he's done nothing to deserve dave and yet somehow he has a kickass brother who is far too kind anyway.
it takes him a small moment to get himself to look up and find his voice again. ]
... Okay. [ his voice sounds weird to his own ears so he clears his throat uncomfortably before attempting to say more. ] I'll try my best.
[ it's really all he can promise when his callous disregard for himself is ingrained. and when it comes to protecting those he cares about, he knows he'll put them first. ]
And uh, you know I feel the same way about you, right?
[ he's said it before how important dave is to him, but he'll say it again if he has to. ]
And may gods have mercy on them if a single word is misspelled or lacks proper grammar!
Something like that...
[His relationship with Guren has been a bit strained lately, but the rest of his friends that he's met... things are good with them.]
I'm thinking of starting a cafe. [He's already working on it, actually. It's a project, something he really needed.]
[His relationship with Guren has been a bit strained lately, but the rest of his friends that he's met... things are good with them.]
I'm thinking of starting a cafe. [He's already working on it, actually. It's a project, something he really needed.]
[ he puts his hands up peaceably. ]
Hey, you're all good. If that is what it was, I'm right there with you. [ because that is the worst way of trying to hammer in that lesson that he can think of, thanks!! ] Besides, you've been stuck on siren hell island for the past week, I think you can get a pass on being short-tempered.
Hey, you're all good. If that is what it was, I'm right there with you. [ because that is the worst way of trying to hammer in that lesson that he can think of, thanks!! ] Besides, you've been stuck on siren hell island for the past week, I think you can get a pass on being short-tempered.
[ So worried about Caramia that he forgets about himself...? What a... novel idea. The thought that Akechi could be truly concerned about anyone other than himself was already so far-fetched in and of itself, but that he'd put his own safety and well-being on the line for the sake of somebody else... well, that's certainly new.
He's not really sure what to think of it, either. ]
There's no need to apologize, Caramia-san. [ A shake of his head, polite but reassuring-- or he tries to be, anyway, though his physical condition really is taking a toll on him. ] This rescue mission wasn't just about you; it was about everyone else, too, right?
[ Nevermind that the doesn't really care about everyone else, that he's only doing this for a very select few he's fond of. Funny, how Caramia seems to have made it to that list since very early on, way back when the shadows attacked. ]
Besides, you have looked after me before, haven't you? Consider this simply returning the favor.
He's not really sure what to think of it, either. ]
There's no need to apologize, Caramia-san. [ A shake of his head, polite but reassuring-- or he tries to be, anyway, though his physical condition really is taking a toll on him. ] This rescue mission wasn't just about you; it was about everyone else, too, right?
[ Nevermind that the doesn't really care about everyone else, that he's only doing this for a very select few he's fond of. Funny, how Caramia seems to have made it to that list since very early on, way back when the shadows attacked. ]
Besides, you have looked after me before, haven't you? Consider this simply returning the favor.
[GANDHARVA IS JUST THIS]
Only a really old person would masquerade around as a kid! If you were young, then you'd probably want to look older to people.
[also okuni met crowley and mutsu who are both super old and look young, so clearly gandharva is the same]
Only a really old person would masquerade around as a kid! If you were young, then you'd probably want to look older to people.
[also okuni met crowley and mutsu who are both super old and look young, so clearly gandharva is the same]
Got it! Nothing is going to happen to your weapons.
[Ryuu would make sure of that. He waited for his recent dizzy spell to go away before he starts walking again. He keeps an eye out for any siren that might come out.]
Um, I know this isn't the ideal time, but my name is Ryuunosuke Tsunashi. I don't mind if you call me Ryuu though. What's your name?
[Ryuu would make sure of that. He waited for his recent dizzy spell to go away before he starts walking again. He keeps an eye out for any siren that might come out.]
Um, I know this isn't the ideal time, but my name is Ryuunosuke Tsunashi. I don't mind if you call me Ryuu though. What's your name?
[With Rin, any comfort is better than none. Much of his life had been spent on the outside of any social circles and friendships, unable to even get so much as a "that sucks" for a stubbed toe, let alone truly traumatic experiences and upsets.
His brother and dad did make sure he wasn't ever truly lonely, and Yukio's early interest in medicine kept him bandaged whenever fights went down, but all of that meant a whole lot of nothing when Shiro passed and his true nature was revealed.
Needless to say Yukio is not exactly the huggy cuddly sort.
Her words, oddly enough, reminded him of that moment when everything changed for him back home. A pain that wouldn't go away for a while, but not the end of things. For him it had actually been a much needed start that helped him recover from said pain much quicker than he would have been able to otherwise.
Because he wasn't alone.
He was never alone.
Here, home, he had friends now. True, real friends who would do anything to see him smile again.
He was quiet for a long stretch, even his sniffles softening out and eventually silencing. He didn't sit up yet, but there was a gentle mumble in to her shoulder.]
Thanks...
His brother and dad did make sure he wasn't ever truly lonely, and Yukio's early interest in medicine kept him bandaged whenever fights went down, but all of that meant a whole lot of nothing when Shiro passed and his true nature was revealed.
Needless to say Yukio is not exactly the huggy cuddly sort.
Her words, oddly enough, reminded him of that moment when everything changed for him back home. A pain that wouldn't go away for a while, but not the end of things. For him it had actually been a much needed start that helped him recover from said pain much quicker than he would have been able to otherwise.
Because he wasn't alone.
He was never alone.
Here, home, he had friends now. True, real friends who would do anything to see him smile again.
He was quiet for a long stretch, even his sniffles softening out and eventually silencing. He didn't sit up yet, but there was a gentle mumble in to her shoulder.]
Thanks...
Yeah.
[He won't argue with that.]
This particular place sucks.
[He won't argue with that.]
This particular place sucks.
... sirens?
[Like those noisy horns that warn of some oncoming doom? What do those have to do with them being stuck here?]
[Like those noisy horns that warn of some oncoming doom? What do those have to do with them being stuck here?]
[ Crowley stumbles back slightly, but manages to keep both of them from falling over entirely. He's still coherent enough to stay on his feet, but admittedly enough it is begin to effect his fighting -- the sirens, who should be something akin to fighting a newly turned vampire at best, prove to be a difficult foe even for Crowley.
He's not going to offer his cape or anything. Bleed, bitch. ]
... [ He doesn't want to admit it, but it's way too evident. ] A little. I can still stand well enough, but there's no point in telling you that everything is fine -- I feel like shit and want to go home, can I at least take a nap in one of the boats?
He's not going to offer his cape or anything. Bleed, bitch. ]
... [ He doesn't want to admit it, but it's way too evident. ] A little. I can still stand well enough, but there's no point in telling you that everything is fine -- I feel like shit and want to go home, can I at least take a nap in one of the boats?
[It is rather satisfying to see it shatter in this way. But they can't stop there. With that spell completed, the Persona's hands burst into flames at it launches a Maragidyne at them, burning those that stood nearby and weren't frozen. It's more of a warning at this point than anything else. ]
Let's get you to safety. This may help should they get any ideas...
[A rusted sword is tossed at him; one of the weapons from an early expedition. It's not a great weapon, but considering the situation, it will do.]
Let's get you to safety. This may help should they get any ideas...
[A rusted sword is tossed at him; one of the weapons from an early expedition. It's not a great weapon, but considering the situation, it will do.]
[ that’s a good thing, isn’t it? dextera isn’t the type to say that bonds are a weakness, but in this particular circumstance, they need all the help they can get. ]
You’re… lucky.
[ he says that, but then he pauses, adding on an important addendum here. ]
?
You’re… lucky.
[ he says that, but then he pauses, adding on an important addendum here. ]
?
[Aizawa raises a brow.] Sure, though people usually aren't so enthusiastic about the unknown when it comes to their bodies.
[However, questioning the merits of Giorno's personal philosophy of healing has to be put on hold when the fight suddenly takes a turn and their side is pushed back enough where Aizawa knows he has to intervene fast. He immediately takes a guarding stance, though he glances over his shoulder questioningly.]
Do you need me to guard you?
[However, questioning the merits of Giorno's personal philosophy of healing has to be put on hold when the fight suddenly takes a turn and their side is pushed back enough where Aizawa knows he has to intervene fast. He immediately takes a guarding stance, though he glances over his shoulder questioningly.]
Do you need me to guard you?
[ dextera can only imagine how completely delighted caramia would be to hear that kyrie called him amazing, and dextera doesn’t even actually know the extent of their relationship. it just feels rare, to hear kyrie so open with his praise. does it count when he’s like this, though? ]
…
[ he’d “forget it,” would he? dextera is starting to wonder how much of kyrie is formed by his memory. it’s something to ask later, though he doubts kyrie would open up to him if it’s traumatic.
he politely shakes his head, like speaking to a child. ]
A-R-E… Y-O-U… S-A-F-E? [ a pause. ] A-L-O-N-E?
[ the most important question. ]
…
[ he’d “forget it,” would he? dextera is starting to wonder how much of kyrie is formed by his memory. it’s something to ask later, though he doubts kyrie would open up to him if it’s traumatic.
he politely shakes his head, like speaking to a child. ]
A-R-E… Y-O-U… S-A-F-E? [ a pause. ] A-L-O-N-E?
[ the most important question. ]
[A hand to her chest, a polite bow of her head.]
I a Maribelle. I am sure that, were the circumstances different, it'd be a pleasure to meet you.
I a Maribelle. I am sure that, were the circumstances different, it'd be a pleasure to meet you.
[ Noctis is a force of nature when he wants to be -- ruthless, unstoppable, and entirely hell-bent on getting to what he wants. With Ignis rescued, Nyx is next, and it's fortunate that he finds him when he does, even if it's obvious that he's seen much better days.
He's coming forward when he sends the couple of sirens packing; despite his sickness Noctis powers on through sheer force of will alone. No one has to die, not like this, and as he takes Nyx in, the sight of him makes his breath catch. He's wounded and bleeding, the bite in his side unmistakable. His stomach clenches, anger sparking white-hot through him, but he knows that he's not going to risk Nyx's life any further when he looks like he's inches away from death's door.
Advancing swiftly towards his glaive, he's reaching for him, careful not to jostle Nyx all that much as he settles by his side. Is all that blood his? He doesn't even want to know. He can't. He's plucking a bottle of water from the armiger, clenching it briefly and having it shimmer before he hands it over to him. It won't completely heal Nyx, but it'll at least help enough for Noctis to get him out of here and back home.
They have to go home -- gods know how long Nyx has been here. ]
Hey. Can you hear me? Nyx? Buddy, I need you to open your mouth, okay?
[ Not the most graceful way he could do this, but there's no time. Who knows when they'll come back again? Noctis will kill them all once his hands are less full, but for now, they have to hurry. ]
He's coming forward when he sends the couple of sirens packing; despite his sickness Noctis powers on through sheer force of will alone. No one has to die, not like this, and as he takes Nyx in, the sight of him makes his breath catch. He's wounded and bleeding, the bite in his side unmistakable. His stomach clenches, anger sparking white-hot through him, but he knows that he's not going to risk Nyx's life any further when he looks like he's inches away from death's door.
Advancing swiftly towards his glaive, he's reaching for him, careful not to jostle Nyx all that much as he settles by his side. Is all that blood his? He doesn't even want to know. He can't. He's plucking a bottle of water from the armiger, clenching it briefly and having it shimmer before he hands it over to him. It won't completely heal Nyx, but it'll at least help enough for Noctis to get him out of here and back home.
They have to go home -- gods know how long Nyx has been here. ]
Hey. Can you hear me? Nyx? Buddy, I need you to open your mouth, okay?
[ Not the most graceful way he could do this, but there's no time. Who knows when they'll come back again? Noctis will kill them all once his hands are less full, but for now, they have to hurry. ]
Well, Kyrie seems like himself, at least. Sans the vague menacing undertones that he emitted, but that is honestly just part of the package in the end. Guess it wasn't too much of a stress on him to be without his pendant, then? Or maybe he's just not showing that much to Caramia? It's hard for him to really tell.
Whatever the case may be, it's certainly not going to interrupt their much needed hug. He even finds somewhere against his forehead and damp, ashy hair that clung to his skin to settle a small kiss.
"I wasn't sure if we'd be found," he points out. After all, there's no telling how far from the town they even are.
And then, softly, after another moment to try and gather his bearings, he mutters, "I'm... sorry I worried you."
Whatever the case may be, it's certainly not going to interrupt their much needed hug. He even finds somewhere against his forehead and damp, ashy hair that clung to his skin to settle a small kiss.
"I wasn't sure if we'd be found," he points out. After all, there's no telling how far from the town they even are.
And then, softly, after another moment to try and gather his bearings, he mutters, "I'm... sorry I worried you."
[ THE GLAMOUR IS BROKEN!! ]
[ anyway, he kinda mouths 'tabako?' to himself a couple times before it clicks and he gets it, a soundless ooooohhhhh forming on his lips. ]
Oh, right! Yeah, that makes sense now. [ he thinks for a moment, then flips to the back of his notebook. ] Hey, maybe you still can show me. How're your art skills?
[ anyway, he kinda mouths 'tabako?' to himself a couple times before it clicks and he gets it, a soundless ooooohhhhh forming on his lips. ]
Oh, right! Yeah, that makes sense now. [ he thinks for a moment, then flips to the back of his notebook. ] Hey, maybe you still can show me. How're your art skills?
[ oh. he thinks he sees where this is going. ]
... Right, I gotcha. And you guys had to just ignore it if you wanted to pass whatever kinda garbage test this was.
... Right, I gotcha. And you guys had to just ignore it if you wanted to pass whatever kinda garbage test this was.
[ if there's anything weirder than seeing a disembodied pile of books float around on their own, a notebook suddenly appearing out of thin air before also floating and spontaneously generating its own writing is definitely a strong contender.
he reads the words, squinting at them a little while he tries to figure out what that's supposed to mean, before memory, and therefore the proverbial penny, drops into place. ]
... oh, hang on a sec! Mikleo? Is that you there playing Casper the friendly ghost?
[ he looks up at where he roughly guesses Mikelo's face is. he also actually ends up looking about six inches to Mikleo's left and a couple inches above his head, but hey, he's trying! ]
he reads the words, squinting at them a little while he tries to figure out what that's supposed to mean, before memory, and therefore the proverbial penny, drops into place. ]
... oh, hang on a sec! Mikleo? Is that you there playing Casper the friendly ghost?
[ he looks up at where he roughly guesses Mikelo's face is. he also actually ends up looking about six inches to Mikleo's left and a couple inches above his head, but hey, he's trying! ]
[ Dave........... ]
Yeah, the Nile is more than a just a river in Egypt, my guy. [ the grin he's wearing softens a fraction a moment later, though, and he leans over to give Dave a nudge with one hand. ] For real though dude, I'm happy to share but only if you are honestly down, you know? I'm not out here trying to recreate one of those godawful peer pressure PSAs.
Yeah, the Nile is more than a just a river in Egypt, my guy. [ the grin he's wearing softens a fraction a moment later, though, and he leans over to give Dave a nudge with one hand. ] For real though dude, I'm happy to share but only if you are honestly down, you know? I'm not out here trying to recreate one of those godawful peer pressure PSAs.
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