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

[swordfucker]

There are other people that still need help.

[Guren isn't leaving yet, since he saw that wave. He's standing tall, but he still looks horrible. Ill, really. Still, he's looking back to the rest of the island.]

I have to check the rest of the edges, too, in case people hid away like you did. Everyone's getting back, so don't worry.

[satanslash]

[There are other people that still need help.

People that Rin couldn't help in his condition.

People he hadn't been able to help at all.

Guren looked like shit but he was still standing, which was more than Rin could say for himself at this point.

Rin was relucant to let him go back to that mess, but he had no room or energy to argue.

There was a nod, and quietly:]

Be careful...

[swordfucker]

[He gives his own nod, and then heads off, leaving Rin in the hands of those who will take this raft back.]