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Event Nine.

Thus, on Life’s gloomy sea,
Heareth the marinere
Voices sweet, from far and near,
Ever singing in his ear,
“Here is rest and peace for thee!”

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.

On one side, an island, and a ticking clock to a gruesome death.

On the other, the slow realization that those bonds everyone has been forging might mean much, much more than they first thought.

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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Oh c'mon. I know we established I'm a noodle, but I think I can handle holding something heavy while I'm sitting in a chair.

[ actually wielding it the way Okuni probably wields it is a totally different thing, but he's not a fragile flower!! even so, he's surprised by the weight as he takes it in his hands, having to noticeably adjust to the heft of it. he doesn't seem to mind, though - if anything, feeling how heavy it actually is just seems to please him even more. ]

Wow, you weren't kidding about the weight of this thing. This is totally badass.

[ oh, man... he's still very obviously excited, both inside and out - who wouldn't be, in a situation like this? but the very audible hope in the second half of her words sends a nasty twist through his gut all the same, because he knows for sure that one isn't true. and it feels bad having to be the one to puncture that hope after accidentally putting it in her head. ]

Oh-- uh, I'm pretty sure that's not the case. Sorry. [ better to rip that bandaid off quickly so they can focus more on the first half, right? ] The truth's gonna sound even more far out than that. See, back on Earth, or at least the Earth I came from, we got-- there's stories about Hyrule? Video games, actually, a whole ton of 'em. [ games with her name in the freaking title, but he's not sure how to drop that bombshell just yet. ] So when I heard you say "Hyrule" my brain just kinda froze for a hot minute, 'cause I mean, back home they're stories, but you're definitely real right here and now and if you start thinking about all the implications of that--

[ please Zelda, stop him before we end up with a giant rambling snowball ]

[ ...ah. hm. yes. wait no- ]

Forgive the interruption to your thoughts- [ because she has to ] -this is going to sound like a stupid question to you, but... what exactly is a video game?

[ and why is she in one? ]

I'll take a rice ball. I think Izuku wants to rest after all of this.

[Shouto definitely just wants to collapse into bed.]

[ like a train screeching to a halt, so goeth Michael's mouth. ]

--Oh, right. [ come on, Michael! ] Sorry, this one's on me, you're all good. I keep forgetting that they're not a thing for everyone here.

[ how... how does he explain video games to someone who's (probably??) from a fantasy kinda world... ]

Okay, so, it's a kind of technology? There's tons of different kinds, but it's basically like - you've got a disc, or a cartridge, or something else like that, and that has all the game information programmed into it. And then, when you put it into the machine that's designed to play that particular cartridge or whatever, the machine reads the data inside and throws it all up on a monitor, and you use a combination of buttons on whatever controller you got to move through the game. You with me so far?

Were you, now?

[ hmmmm. he smiles a little bit. It makes him happy that they're helping take care of the others, too; he can't pinpoint why, exactly, but it does. Maybe it's just nice to hear about them branching out rather than withdrawing further into themselves, despite the vast differences between them and the rest of the people living here. He wants Cairngorm to have friends. ]

They probably just took you with the rest without thinking. Or maybe they liked how shiny you were. [ Lupin retracts his hands once they've reattached the entire leg, leaning over to pick up the bottom portion of the remaining one, albeit rather tiredly. ] Almost done.

Not... really.

[ but that's not likely because of michael's explanation. it's more that she feels a combination of overwhelmed and exhausted in the aftermath of the week long disaster she had to endure. but she was too blunt just now- ]

What you speak of sounds fascinating, and I'd like to hear more, but maybe we should talk about this another time? When I don't feel like I might... regurgitate the fish I had to eat, forcefully.

[ she means vomit, lady-like. ]

What about... food? Shelter? We dunno how long it's gonna take for them to realize we're even gone.

[Having only a forum for general communication throughout the town means new doesn't always travel very quickly, and that's not even including the time it would take to organize a rescue mission of this size.

Rin was dumb, but he wasn't oblivious. This wasn't going to be a short waiting game, that was for damn sure.]

In time. [ a pause. ] I wonder how much of that will remain true. Everybody changes. And sometimes we find ourselves settling for things in the strangest of ways.

Anyway, I'd be glad to take you to your house. You'll be alright if I leave you there for your friend?

[ oh.

oh! he's a dumbass!! ]

Oh crap, sorry! [ even tired out as he is right now, Michael's brain is so easily distracted by things like a new theory, or phenomenon, or something Cool(tm) to geek out about. even at the most inappropriate or inopportune moments, he can get swept up in it without someone to remind him that hey, maybe not the best time or place! now that he's had that reminder, reality is bringing him back down once more. ] Yeah, you're totally right. We can uh, put a rain check on this, till after it all calms down. Hey, hang on a sec--

[ he'd taken to wearing two sweaters during the back half of the week to try and alleviate the chills, and today is no different. he awkwardly shrugs off the top one now, peeling it off of the hoodie he's got underneath and pulling it over his head with some difficulty. then he holds it out to her, adjusting his glasses back onto his face with his other hand. ]

Here, you can give it back to me later. I dunno how you spent a whole week dressed like that, but if you're really gonna insist on waiting your turn to get healed up you should do it without freezing.

[DAVE!!!!]

Are we going to stand outside all day? Let's go already!

[where okuni doesn't know but STILL, SHE'S ABANDONING THIS CONVERSATION BEFORE SHE LOSES]

[It would have been funny to see Michael struggle, but Okuni's also pleased to see him actually lift it?? his excitement is endearing...]

Imagine how painful it is to get hit by it! [no he doesn't have to imagine that?? but Okuni is enthusiastic about this as always.] And it's very unassuming at first glance, so it's perfect for annoying busybodies or drunkards. I can block arrows with it too!

[truly, a Mood.]

Alright! We're just about ready to go, so sit tight. It would be a pain to haul you out of the water if you accidentally fell in.

Okay, okay. Come on and I'll cook you somethin' at my place.

[ and OFF THEY GO...okuni can win via getting fed ]

Oh.

[ she takes the offered sweater, a natural reflex to anything offered (that isn't obviously dangerous at least) and looks it over with a smile. it's not really about the sweater, though nice on its own, but the gesture that warms her a little. ]

This is very kind of you. If you're sure I can have it...

[ she carefully lifts it up and pulls it down over herself, trying not to get tangled in the cloth that baggily sets over her arms and of course there's her damp and messed up hair. she pulls it out the best she can when she's inside the sweater proper, the warmth of the cloth taking care of the chilly day on her skin. ]

Aha, my, it really is comfortable. [ and she reaches out to take his hands in hers, shaking them gently. ] Thank you Michael.

It wouldn't be the first time I've been sought after because of that.

[ They're of course talking about Lunarians being drawn to them and all their sparkly friends!!

After saying that though, they seem to want to work in silence, going about the routine of repairing themself with deft hands. It only takes a little over a minute to get to the task of setting their second leg on, which they do quickly and without hesitation around the discomfort.

There's a beat, and then, they lean back all the way on the couch, letting their head hang over the backside with their eyes closed shut, their right hand going to cradle where they'd been mended on their left arm. There's a long, almost dramatic, drawn out sigh, while they try to sort through their thoughts properly. ]

There. Good as new... [ Everything is totally fine now, of course. ] I can't believe this place forced me to resort to something like that.

[ It's over, so now they shouldn't be stressed anymore, but they're practically allergic to taking risks of the scale this plan required. So there is residual stress. What's worse is that the issue of thanking him or acknowledging that he went to quite a great length to help them is much more burdensome now that they can remember every interaction they've had, how worried he had seemed for their well-being... maybe, if they just sit here calmly (avoidably), he'll agree that everything is fine now and they can both move on from this. ]

[ He can't tell if that was a snap at him for trying to make light of the issue, or if they were joining in with him, and as they sink into silence afterwards, he's left with nothing to do but contemplate whether or not he just accidentally said something tasteless. (Probably not, he decides, because Cairngorm has no probably tearing him a new one when he does or says something they don't like.)

When that last piece finally clicks together and they lean back, Lupin does, too, sinking back into the sofa a little bit with a sigh of his own that quickly turns into a cough. With their memories back, they can probably see that he's looking a little paler than usual, too. All week, he's felt awful - but not awful enough to keep him from doing these things. Lupin isn't a fan of staying in. ]

I can't believe it, either... What a mess.

[ he lifts his head up a bit, looking at them again. Back to normal, save for the unpowdered skin. Normal on the outside, at least. He meets their eyes, rather searchingly. ]

You remember me now, right? [ a beat; he sighs another, smaller sigh. ] I was worried sick when you disappeared, Cairn. Literally.

[ A-ah....well. He's trying not to blush. (Keyword: trying.) ]

It...wouldn't be the first time someone's thought so. But not yet.

[ He's thought about it, on occasion, and he can't imagine ever meeting anyone else he'd want to spend the rest of his life with, but Joshua is also still trying to learn not to think of himself as damaged goods that nobody should have inflicted on them. It'll probably take him a while to get used to the idea that they could and it's okay. ]

[ They peek open an eye and turn towards him when he asks, not particularly expecting him to be looking at them so intently. That, in combination with his following words, catch them off guard. For a second, they're frozen, as though he spoke to them in another language, before they move their head back to it's original position, staring up at the ceiling instead of at him. ]

You got sick from it? [ They say, almost disbelieving. They're not yet aware of the health complications that the people staying in Chroma had fallen victim to, so they're taking what he says at face value. And as far as they're concerned, they're not someone worth worrying over to that extent, both in the logical sense (immortal crystal person), and in the metaphorical sense (they're just "Cairngorm" to him, not even a convenient substitute for someone he considers meaningful— at least not to their knowledge). It makes it hard for them to understand why he would care so much about their disappearance. ]

Even without fighting anything, you get hurt somehow. [ They sigh, though their tone completely lacks it's usual bite. ] Nothing happened other than my powder getting washed off, so...

[ There was no reason for you to worry, goes left unsaid. They seem almost a bit shy, by the way they try to casually brush off his care; its a behavior deeply ingrained in them for centuries— that is, to shirk away from care and to assume that anything meaningful said to them... isn't exactly meant for them. ]

I did. [ a beat; he adds, for the sake of explaining: ] All of us got sick. Some worse than others.

[ And he was one of those worse off. He doesn't include the information to downplay it - just to keep Cairngorm off his back for being "weak" again, since they're already heading down that road. Judging by the way they won't keep eye contact with him, he knows they'd use it as an easy way out of expressing any kind of positive feelings. Or embarrassment over said feelings.

They're cute, as usual. ]

And I'm glad that nothing happened to you, but it's not like I knew that until I saw you again. For all I knew, you could have vanished from the town like some of the others. [ ryoji, yusuke... he leans his head back, too, closing his eyes tiredly. ] I even went in the woods to look for you. You really gave me the runaround.

[ he'd been looking for the others, too, but they'd definitely been one of the friends at the forefront of his mind. ]

... It wasn't your fault, of course. Still... All that, and then having to break you into pieces afterwards...? For a gem, you're a real handful.

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Yes, that would be ideal...

[ This is going a lot smoother than they anticipated! They're the kind that thinks of the worst case scenario just in case, but it turns out maybe their island-stuck self had thought up a pretty safe plan to get them reassembled. Either way, they'll have to make it up to this person eventually, so they'd like a clarification: ]

What's your name again? I think we've met before.

Giorno.

[ he says it gently to them as he makes his way to their house. ] And yes, we have. I showed you what sheep looked like.

Next time, when things aren't so busy, you can ask me to show you other kinds of animals you're interested in. I'll make them for you.

I've had a lot of practice. [ Both in and out of battle, they were curious kids and there were sometimes more than a few scraped knees or elbows.

He chuckles lightly and reaches for a sack that he'd brought with him on the entire rescue mission. After reaching inside, Mikleo pulls out some fruits and holds them out for Sora to pick from. ]

Please take this to tide you over until you get to your house, then. I brought plenty.

[ It's only when he's closed his eyes that they feel secure enough to look at him, conflicted and puzzled all the same. He's weird, like usual. They get this weird feeling when they're around him, like they are more important than they are, and they don't know if that's supposed be a good thing. ]

Why would you—

[ They don't know how to finish that question, though the sentiment is obvious, based on their confused tone alone. It takes restraint to cut themself off, but they do, letting out a sigh and continuing in a voice softer and more hushed than their typical assertive ways. ]

...You know you didn't have to do all that. I don't want to be responsible for bad things happening to you. [ It's different from the other times they've said that, more honest. ] This was my fault in the end.

[ They hug their mended arm closer to themself, sitting up more to start cleaning up the tools he'd brought, mostly to hide their guilty expression. Now that they think about it, yes, Ghost would certainly agree that this is all Cairngorm's fault, both the getting kidnapped + needing to get broken up into 6 pieces and the causing Lupin to run around everywhere + him getting sick. Product of living with someone who blamed them for everything or not, the end result is that they do feel liable the more that he goes on. ]

[ A very large part of him wishes it had been him to have been siren-napped and not Sorey because Mikleo can survive without food for a few days and he could conjure up fresh water for everyone. Perhaps the seraph would have been able to return to his human vessel and let the other know what had happened. Then again, Mikleo had already tried that and found it impossible so perhaps not.

His main concern is finding Sorey and helping him but there were also others to attend to first - no way could Mikleo just walk right by them. Ignoring them isn't an option here.

Then finally... finally he reaches Sorey's side and kneels next to his human friend. One hand reaches for the broader shoulders to support the other to a sitting position. The other digs inside of a bag and pulls out a piece of fruit along with a bowl. ]

I would have come sooner but something was preventing me from returning to my vessel. To you.

[ He holds the fruit in front of Sorey, unsure if the other will be able to feed himself. ]

Eat this.

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