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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Cold!

[sirnyxalot]

[The damp wood was almost a bust. Anywhere else he'd have just cast Fira and it would have burned regardless, the forced heat eating the wood hungrily, but the moment he tapped into his magic a wave of lightheaded washed over him. The result was a poor excuse for a fire that won't catch on any new wood they try to throw on it.

It did little to cut through the chill of the wind.

Nyx wishes dearly he'd grabbed his coat before leaving. A shirt, at least, but the coat's leather would have made it a good shield against how cold it is and Estelle doesn't seem to be doing well in these conditions.

Forcing energy he's not feeling into his limbs, Nyx moves to sit next to her and throws an arm around her to share his body heat. There's not much else he can do and he hates it.]

Somehow we keep ending up in the middle of this shit, don't we?

[First the bogeyman, and now sirens. It's stupid.]

[brightlyshines]

[A poor excuse for a fire, but Estelle huddled close nonetheless once Nyx had it going, grateful for any little bit of warmth she could get. And when Nyx throws an arm around her, she leans into it, just a little, shivering quietly.]

Thanks.

[She offers Nyx a small smile, peering over her shoulder to get a look at him. He didn't look like he was doing so well himself..... She leans a little closer, hoping to offer what she can, though she's probably pretty cold to the touch right now. Estelle has a moment--one of many since their kidnapping--of fiercely wishing for her orbment.]

Seems like this place doesn't ever seem to stop throwing surprises at us. But at least we're not dealing with it alone though, right?

[sirnyxalot]

[He squeezes her reassuringly, a vague smile on his face.]

It just tells us how strong we are. If we can survive conditions like this, we can survive anything.

[Sure, this rock is quickly rising up the ranks of his worst experiences ever, but so long as it doesn't surpass being stranded in Niflheim's eternal winter he's pretty optimistic about their chances.

He shivers, hunching his shoulders and pulling one knee up towards his chest.]

All we gotta do is hold out. Tell ghost stories or something; think warm thoughts.

[brightlyshines]

Definitely. We'll get off this stupid rock in no time and I'll beat some fishy faces on the way out.

[Estelle grins, the sunny smile carrying an edge of viciousness. Vindictive? Her? Juuuust a bit. But could anyone really blame her for wanting to beat the crap out of their kidnappers?

....of course, that smile fades pretty quickly when Nyx says 'ghost stories'. She shivers a little more, hunching up... and it's not just from the cold.]

I....I like the sound of everything but the ghost stories, personally.

[Well.]

[sirnyxalot]

[He laughs, bright even in this gloomy place.]

No ghost stories, then--hunting stories. Grand tales of a hunter defeating monsters ten times their size, against all odds stacked against them.

[Because he's going to look forward to watching her smash some gills whenever those things decide to come out of the water, and wreck a fish or two of his own.]

[brightlyshines]

[Bless you, Nyx. Estelle might be endlessly optimistic, but ghosts??? Ghosts still scared her, even after everything, and she hesitated to admit it on her best days. Her smiles returns, as bright as before, red eyes gleaming.]

Oh heck yes! I've got tons of those.

[So very many. Bracers hunted all sorts of rogue monsters to keep towns and travelers safe.]

And we can think about all the ways we can kick some fishbutt, too.

[sirnyxalot]

Tell me about it. What kind of monsters are there where you come from?

[Keep talking so they don't succumb to the cold. They need to keep going. Plus the topic is interesting anyway. He can't believe he never asked before. She's a good fighter, it had to have come from somewhere.]

[brightlyshines]

Oh, tons! They're all over the place outside of towns, though we keep the little ones off the roads with orbal lights usually--

[See, this is a topic Estelle can talk loads about. If they were back at the house, she'd even show Nyx her notebook, details about all the monsters she's fought faithfully recorded for future battles in energetic chicken scratch.]

We've got tons of angry, killer insects, a lot of beasts like rinociders--they've got tough armor and hit hard-- and big cats, man eating plants, giant exploding eggs, and those are a pain let me tell you...

There's a lot of flying sharks near the coast, and giant crabs that have super tough shells. And then there's the sheep.

[Said, as if the very word is evil. For. Some reason.]

Those always travel in groups, and have some seriously nasty flying kicks.

[.....????!]