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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Post-rescue semi-wildcard; SORRY THIS IS LATE....

[tendershepherd]

[Somehow, some way, they were able to all fend off the sirens from eating them, but food had still been scarce for days at a time on the island. Sleep had been even harder to get. When the boats appeared on the horizon and the lurking sirens dealt with, a wave of relief washed over him. This, he thinks, was probably one of the more grueling challenges Chroma had thrown at him.

At this point, although he has eaten small scraps of food at least once per day, they were such small rations that he's incredibly hungry--more so than normal. His stomach can probably be heard from at least a few feet away. The lack of fresh water here also meant he was parched beyond belief and anyone who got close enough would be able to see his lips are dry and there are suggestions of dark circles under his eyes.

He's too weak to move from his fairly open location even after the rescue rafts land, but when he hears someone approach he'll lift his head to try and acknowledge them.]

Mikleo?

[His voice is hoarse from dryness, and his eyes a little unfocused, but he'd recognize his friend anywhere even through extreme fatigue. He smiles fondly.]

I knew you'd figure out how to get here eventually.

[resoluteseraph]

[ A very large part of him wishes it had been him to have been siren-napped and not Sorey because Mikleo can survive without food for a few days and he could conjure up fresh water for everyone. Perhaps the seraph would have been able to return to his human vessel and let the other know what had happened. Then again, Mikleo had already tried that and found it impossible so perhaps not.

His main concern is finding Sorey and helping him but there were also others to attend to first - no way could Mikleo just walk right by them. Ignoring them isn't an option here.

Then finally... finally he reaches Sorey's side and kneels next to his human friend. One hand reaches for the broader shoulders to support the other to a sitting position. The other digs inside of a bag and pulls out a piece of fruit along with a bowl. ]

I would have come sooner but something was preventing me from returning to my vessel. To you.

[ He holds the fruit in front of Sorey, unsure if the other will be able to feed himself. ]

Eat this.