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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[apocalypticist]

I'm on my way there. [ No need to tell him, he's not staying on this godforsaken island any longer than necessary. ]

Will you escort me? I'm hardly in any condition to fight.

[ The past couple of days have been very tiring and he'd rather not fight any Sirens with this shitty spear. ]

[swordfucker]

[He kicks off another one and before it can fall to the ground, jabs his sword through its skull.]

Already on it. Get moving, and don't slow down. Even if it looks like I might fall behind, I'll be right there with you.

[He's real fast, so he intends to do just that.]

[apocalypticist]

[ Ryo starts walking toward the water as fast as his tired legs can carry him, until he hears a familiar song somewhere in the distance.

He halts, turning his head toward the sound. The song is pulling at him like the tide pulling away from the shore and he wants to follow it— ]

I don't know if I can resist this.

[ Sorry, Guren, this might turn into one of those video game escort missions where the NPC will constantly walk directly into danger. At least he's aware of what's happening and is trying not to give in to it. ]

[swordfucker]

[Guren is quick to follow up. He's observant, and he's fast, even if he looks like he might fall over or hurl at any minute. Somehow, he's pushing through, and curse marks spread more across his face as he does.

He runs his sword through the heart of the singing siren, silencing it.]

Don't worry about it. Just keep trying, and I've got you.