Event Nine.

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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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[unghost]

[ They're gonna sit down too, propping an elbow up on one of their knees. ]

Its fine. I don't really care. [ Their answer to that first question is quick and blunt. ] My kind are called gems. We're made of different types of crystals... for example, I'm a quartz. My name is Cairngorm.

[ Of course, they don't expect her to recognize this type of crystal since no one else has. They just stare off back to the water, before continuing. ]

I think I've actually heard your name before. But we've never met properly.

[scooptimistic]

Oh, like an amethyst! I think you're the first gem I've ever had a chance to speak to, but it's nice to meet you! Properly, I mean.

[ A pause, as she taps her chin. ]

I guess my name's getting out there more than I realized, though.

[unghost]

Yes, like an amethyst, though I'm not one.

[ The severe lack of purple in their color palette definitely points in that direction, but they say that regardless. It really is so weird how amethysts and diamonds are the only gems that ever get mentioned to them, but they push that aside for now. ]

It was only in passing, but... I heard you have healing powers, or something like that. [ They wave their hand a little, an indication that they didn't know much about it outside of an abstract description. ] It's to be expected that some people hear of each other given how much we end up having to work together.

[scooptimistic]

Well, it's not wrong. And normally, I'd be able to do more, but--

[ she'll also flap a hand. ]

My persona's almost as good as sealed. -- Actually, can you get hurt? Quartz is pretty hard, isn't it?

[unghost]

I can get hurt, just not in the way that you can.

[ Their hand comes to hold the left side of their face, tearing their eyes from the water to look at her again. ]

Quartz is hardness seven, so I don't break that easily...but it still happens sometimes. It's not painful, and I can't die from it, but that's what "getting hurt" is like for me, unlike humans who have blood and whatever else.

[scooptimistic]

It's still damage, and probably something you'd want to avoid. Got it.

[ So she nods, carefully. ]

Well, let's do our best to keep you in one piece while you're here.

[unghost]

I don’t think I’ll have to worry about it much.

[ Those siren things are no big deal!! And these rocky shores don’t scare them, either. ]

What worries me more are the abilities of those weird things. The fact that they were able to take so many of us here is way more concerning.

[ They give her a questioning glance, wondering if she has any insight on what their ability even is because they simply have no idea. ]

[scooptimistic]

Well, that's how sirens work. Their singing is able to compel people to come towards them-- although usually it's to drown them, so maybe they just like their prey alive first.

[unghost]

They existed where you lived?

[ Their head tilts a little to the side, slightly puzzled by her explanation but more interested in finding out how she knows this information first. ]

Or you just know about them.

[scooptimistic]

They're mythological creatures where I'm from. Greek, I believe.

[ god the last thing she needs are sirens running around back home to go with dragons and aliens. ]

[unghost]

[ It's too bad they have no idea what Greece is, so half of what her sentence is completely lost on them. ]

Huh. I see. [ A beat. ] Do you know anything about how to kill them?

[ Because that's clearly the next best question to ask!! ]

[scooptimistic]

Not a clue. Magic?

[ Seems to solve most problems, right? ]