Event Nine.

[awashmods]

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. You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Please be sure to very clearly mark where your characters are in your prompts, so people know which they can tag depending on which group they are in. Thank you!

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[withwisdom]

[ zelda at the moment was in the middle of her prayers, and wouldn't you know it? here comes damian out of the water, and she's naturally standing up to rush to help him, only stopping when he barks at her to do so. ]

Damian, what in the world - how did you get here? Are you alright?

[bittybat]

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.

[withwisdom]

[ 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. ]

[bittybat]

Damn... [He hadn't made the cut very deep, just enough to have some blood, but his arm is the last place his head is. He lagged behind too long, he thinks. They could have tossed Jon on the island anywhere--or, worse, eaten him.] He doesn't have the mental training for--

Wait, you don't have--

[He probably could have ripped his own repurposed shirt, and she wouldn't have had to tear the nightgown at all. His frown isn't angry, more confused at the generosity.] It's just a scratch.

I left a message for those still in Chroma.

[withwisdom]

That's very good of you.

[ it's hardly just a scratch, but if he doesn't resist she'll gently pull on his hand to bring the arm closer so she can tie the cloth around it. not the greatest bandage but it'll do for now. ]

Although I admire your bravery and courage in coming after him, I must admonish you for putting yourself in harms way. You're in no condition to swim back to the town.

[bittybat]

[Maybe he shouldn't mention the message was written in his blood. Listen. He hadn't exactly had the time to jot down a happy note.]

I could make it easily. [He won't know it'll be impossible unless he attempts it. His brows furrow when she starts wrapping his arm; he doesn't wince or grimace.] But I'm not leaving without Jon and the rest of you.

The sirens charmed people to get them to go into the water. They'll likely try to eat us. Mythologically, most of them eat their prey.

[withwisdom]

All the more reason I would never let you make the attempt to leave without a plan.

[ again - admirable bravery, but he's much too quick to throw himself into danger for her heart to bear. she wouldn't be able to even look at his father if she let him throw himself into the ocean a second time. ]

For the moment the sirens seem to be ignoring us. I liken it to the beast catching prey and then keeping it on reserve for when it hungers.

[bittybat]

They're trying to get as many of us as they can, yes. [The cut will undoubtedly clot and scab so long as he doesn't act a fool (good luck), and that's as much as he can ask for right now.

He turns his arm and squeezes his fist a moment, testing the mobility.] I always have a plan. [When he lifts his head, his eyes skim past her and to the island itself, searching.] I need to look around.

You need to hide. Just because the sirens are gathering more victims doesn't mean they won't take the time to eat.

[withwisdom]

I'm not leaving you Damian. We'll search together.

[ spoken in firmness, her brows furrowed down the same in an even line. he didn't really think he'd get off that easy, did he? ]