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

[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? ]