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]

[ a fair point. she nods to his request and remains still, trying to hide any discomfort from the fabric touching up against the bite. there's clearly a good chunk of flesh ripped off from below her shoulder, the imprints of the siren's pointed teeth still fresh. ]

[tropism]

[ not too great, she says. to giorno this looks serious enough to be attended to. he's careful to remove the bandages from her wound, and once he gets a good look at the size of the wound, giorno lays the bandages back carefully over, fingers as gentle as he tries to hold it firmly towards both ends of the wound. ]

This will hurt a bit.

[ which is the only warning she gets, before ghostly hands in gold move to touch her wound and .... mold the bandages into the shape of flesh missing from her, the fabric pushing and stretching against skin to mesh with it and become new. ]

[withwisdom]

[ doesn't it always?

a 'bit' is an understatement she soon realizes, as a burning pain crackles over the wound as the bandages begin to mold around her. not that she can see it, too busy shutting her eyes tight and doing her best to keep still despite the shooting pain. her heart pounds and body chills as she waits for him to finish, but it may as well be an eternity. ]

[tropism]

[ it's a slow process but it doesn't take long. in the space of a few minutes her skin is good as new again, and giorno touches his handiwork with light fingers to make sure that it's fully healed. ]

Ah, that looks good.

You can look now. [ giorno's eyes quietly scan the rest of her for any other injuries that may seem threatening. ]

[withwisdom]

[ the rest of her open body (shoulders, arms, she was wearing a nightgown when she was kidnapped) seems to be fine in terms of major injuries. she's lightly bruised and there are faint cuts and claw marks littering her arms especially, but nothing as serious as the bite.

her eyes open as soon as he says she can, testing her courage by peering down to where the wound should be, but now isn't. ]

Incredible. It was painful but it's completely healed. What sort of healing do you have?

[tropism]

[ what's the best way to describe it ...? giorno tilts his head to think about it for a minute, before replying with, ]

I can create living things from nothing. This includes plants, animals ... body organs.

The reason why it hurts is because it's becoming part of you again. Think of ... a limb, being forced to reattach once more to the point of injury where it was severed from. To have each individual cell and muscle and bone be reattached and grown again like nothing is wrong. It's not technically healing, but more a means of grafting new parts to pre-existing sites.

[withwisdom]

...Incredible. Your gift is that of transmutation.

[ she reaches her hand up to the wound to touch with her fingers, lightly grazing the tips over the now healed wound. if there's a difference to her skin now, it isn't one she can properly feel. that unsettles her more than she would like. ]

It's a little dreadful to think the bandages are now part of me. Your transformations don't ever come undone, do they?

[knife emoji] go to bed

[tropism]

[ rather firmly, he says, ]

If you dwell on it you'd be uncomfortable for days. They won't come undone. And the pain will vanish soon enough.

[ you're gonna carry that weight. ]

update: im awake

[withwisdom]

That's good to know.

[ if he says not to dwell she... will. she always does, it's too much in her nature. she'll get over it and try not to pick at the skin to test his work. ]

I was told that everyone who remained here became sick. I hope you're feeling better now that we've been rescued.

dunks you back in bed

[tropism]

[ giorno just shakes his head. ] I'm fine.

I'm used to working in difficult conditions - physical or otherwise. It's nothing new. I'm glad we've rescued everyone.

bls

[withwisdom]

Even so, it couldn't have been easy. [ being in a position like that is never easy. she thinks it's important to acknowledge that. ] You should make sure to rest as well when things have settled down.

it's what u deserve

[tropism]

I will. Eventually. People are a lot more resistant to the idea of being well, for one reason or another. I'd find it rather gallant if it weren't preventing me from trying to do my job to begin with.

[ that is to say, people, for the most part, are rather predictable. even those who aren't quite human hold the same hesitation. it's interesting. ]

ok kim

[withwisdom]

[ a snort. ]

Is that a comment about me?

[tropism]

You. Everyone else.

[ giorno smiles. ]

I'd prefer things go as I want them to. Doesn't everyone?

[withwisdom]

Of course. But admitting it so bluntly is a little conceited.

[tropism]

Only a little. So I've won you over, then.

[ wew ] Ah, but I can afford to be. If I couldn't - I wouldn't have said it at all.

[withwisdom]

[ ...a sigh. ]

I'm too tired to argue, but you should be cautious. 'Pride before fall' is a saying from the realm you're from, I hope?

[tropism]

I've heard.

Not to worry. I take care of myself very well. [ it's cool. it's all chill. ]

[withwisdom]

I hope so, for your sake.

[ he's such a child, but that'll go unsaid for the sake of sensitivities. ]

I thank you again for your help. Please, feel free to help others - even if they say they don't need it.

[tropism]

[ 'for his sake'? giorno raises an eyebrow but doesn't pursue. ]

I'll talk to you later. Take care.