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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[bittybat]

[SWEAR TO GOD. Any less tired, and he promises he would turn into a living buzzsaw for all of the taunting head touching. It reminds him too much of Grayson. Pls no bully.]

I'll find the answer for you so you don't have to use your brain too much.

[Guren gets another smirk, but it fades quickly as they round the rocks to the beach where more people have gathered to begin setting back off to Chroma. His eyes again do a jumping scan, searching. He'll have to find Jon, but--there's Bruce. His heart leaps in his throat.

His feet take two or three hurried steps ahead before he realizes, and he stops to glance slowly back at Guren. There's a moment of brief concern, then one of unspoken gratitude.]

Don't be a hero. When the last person is off the island, you get on too. Otherwise, I'll make you regret it. [He points at his eyes, points at Guren. He's watching you, mister.] I'm not letting you die without giving me a fight first. Got it?

[swordfucker]

[Guren just looks... tired. Beyond the illness that's weakening him to the core, there's an exhaustion that's hard to explain. He takes way too much on his own shoulders, even with loads of people here all working together, no one blaming anyone. He still thinks he could have done something better to prevent all of this. Gotten here sooner. Done more.

You know, the usual.

But he can at least offer a crooked smile back to Damian. That brief concern didn't suit him, so he's gotta make sure that goes away, right?]

Yeah, yeah. Lucky for you, I'm not a hero. [He believes this?? But he's so fucking full of it??] Scram. I'll see you later.

[bittybat]

Unfortunately for you, I'm not either. So I have no qualms pulverizing your face to get you back to Chroma. [Guren gets a lopsided smirk and a challengingly dismissive once-over.

But Damian isn't a fool. He can see through some of Guren's facade now. A man who cares too much and pretends to care too little. He can relate.

Before Damian can even get turned completely around, his face falls into something surprisingly soft and worried again, something a little militant and serious too. He takes off across the rocks with renewed gusto, and he doesn't stop until he weaves all the way through the people to his father.

Without any kind of care for prying eyes, he pauses, then he jumps the man in a hug when Bruce finally kneels.]

[swordfucker]

[Guren is quiet at that, watching as Damian takes off. He waits until that scene unfolds and lasts for a second before he turns and goes back towards the sirens, and any stragglers who might need help. He needs to make sure everyone is gone. He needs to actually do something right, to help everyone get back.

It's not enough. But it's something.

He's gone now!!]