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]

[ Cool, they nod at his suggestion and move to get up, keeping a hand on their beginning to become limp left arm. ]

I can show you. As long as the cut isn't too jagged, it won't be a problem.

[ Cairn takes careful steps on the jagged rocks to advance towards the shore where there's other people from town in boats, obviously running off to go and try to find their own friends and such— but they tear their attention away from that to glance back for Guren, matching their pace with whatever he does. ]

It'll be quick, too. [ Efficient, and relatively painless. ] I'm sure you have plenty of other people to go look for.

[swordfucker]

Yeah. Don't worry, I'll get to them. You're someone we came to rescue, too.

[Stopping on the beach where it seems like a good place, he turns to face them head on.]

I can make clean cuts, so you won't have to worry about it being jagged. Ready? Just tell me where.

[unghost]

[ Him implying that they're someone the group specifically came to save makes them feel weird and noticed, and it shows on their somewhat uncomfortable expression. At least the issue of getting this leg off will keep it from being a point to dwell on— they move to sit, keeping one of their legs bent and the other straight. ]

Well... here is fine. [ They gesture to slightly above the center of the thigh on their straight leg, looking up at him. ] You'll have to halve each leg after you cut them off, too, probably. Below the knee is best.

[ Or they'll still sink boats!! Unfortunately. ]

[swordfucker]

Alright. Here I go.

[He's not going to waste more time asking if it hurts or if they're really sure. Instead, he lifts his blade and swings, like it's nothing. The power he puts behind it is plenty, though, just in case— like they suggested, he cuts the legs off, and then halves them.

It might be a horrifying sight to anyone else looking over, but it's fine, probably.]

[unghost]

[ They wince, but it's more like the sound that you make when you get a papercut rather than getting two of your limbs cleaved off. While he goes about halving them, they're busying themself tugging at their left arm, the sound of it breaking off only slightly louder than the waves around them. ]

Ugh. [ With a final tug, the limb comes right off, which they're quick to hold by the elbow, letting out an exhausted sigh. There is definitely a boatload (get it) of people giving them the strangest of looks, but it truly do be like that on this hell island. ] ...I expected more hesitation out of you.

[ Maybe Guren is cool with chopping people's limbs off on the regular, they don't know. But whatever; they gently set their newly taken off arm with the other pieces that have been taken off, doing what they can to keep a clear mind despite just losing half of all their memory. ]