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!

Comments

[glaciers]

I got the idea, but I haven't done it. [Just because he watched it doesn't mean he can replicate the steps exactly. He's not that type of genius.]

I can't control just any fire. It has to be the one I created. [Otherwise he'd be terrorizing his father every time moment they were near each other. Shouto would just turn off his flames. Constantly.]

[bittybat]

Tt. Powers are so useless. [It's more of an exhaled exasperation than any kind of insult directed specifically at Shouto.] Just because you have special abilities doesn't mean you have to be a moron who relies on them completely.

If you knew how to gather driftwood, you should know how to light it without throwing fire from your fingers. Look. [He lifts his own hands, mimicking Shouto in holding the flint and the stone in each hand even if nothing is there.

He goes through the motions, slow at first, then as quick as it'd need to be for sparks. Hm. Hopefully Shouto's lingering ability won't make this explode into flame on the two of them...] The flint sparks when struck by something sharp enough. You're trying to create the sparks to catch on something that'll light easily.

Usually grass or paper or lighter--gas, too, if you have it. We didn't have anything but driftwood, unfortunately, so it took longer. You try. Make some sparks.

[glaciers]

[Damian sounds about as grumpy as Bakugou, so all Shouto does is blink at him. Apparently he completely ignored all of the insults.

Shouto mimics the motion, a few sparks made by the flint and the stone. At least with his powers dampened there's no risk of explosions. Besides, he has a classmate that's much more explosion prone than Shouto is.]

Have you found gas in the town?

[bittybat]

No. [Damian watches Shouto strike the flint. The sparks earn a small, approving nod.] We probably won't find any there unless a cavern going down far enough suddenly appears, or if the forest decides to give us a swamp or bog.

[His eyes lift.]

Do you need gas for your abilities?

[glaciers]

[He shakes his head.]

I don't need anything to use my quirk. It just shifts my temperature one way or the other.

I'll show you once we get out of here.