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]

A "stand"...?

[ The idea that summoning abilities exist across multiple worlds is weird enough as is, but they suppose that anything is possible given the limitless nature that the universe seems to have. Or at least, what this strange town seems to imply about the universe. ]

That might not seem very strange to you, but there's certainly no "summoning" going on where I'm from. I barely even understand what these things are supposed to be for...

[tropism]

I mean summoning in the general sense. When something, or someone, appears to you and it's not exactly what you wanted, or needed; it interrupts you and either makes or ruins your day. It's not the best word for it I guess ....

It happens to everyone. If it hasn't happened to you, it will. [ giorno says this like it's fate; quietly, with a certainty that's not exactly optimistic, but a level tone. almost like a fact but not quite story. ] Even in this town; from out of that well, someone or something that knows you will come. We are drawn to each other like that. It's actually not so bad here, because you've got time to breathe. Back home there's barely any time to do that.

.... anyway. [ he checks out the surroundings again. ] Are we close by?

[unghost]

I prefer home to here, [ Big sigh. ] And I don't even want to think about the idea of anyone else I know showing up.

[ All this summoning talk is too confusing!! Especially for their groggy, confused mind. Tiredly, they scan the area of Flavo, blinking wearily before they respond to his question: ]

Do you see that colorless house, over there? [ They point with their remaining arm. It's the only house in Flavo currently with no color in it— impossible to miss, and not all too far away. ] That's where I live. If you just take me there, I'll know how much of me is still missing.

[tropism]

In time. [ a pause. ] I wonder how much of that will remain true. Everybody changes. And sometimes we find ourselves settling for things in the strangest of ways.

Anyway, I'd be glad to take you to your house. You'll be alright if I leave you there for your friend?

[unghost]

Yes, that would be ideal...

[ This is going a lot smoother than they anticipated! They're the kind that thinks of the worst case scenario just in case, but it turns out maybe their island-stuck self had thought up a pretty safe plan to get them reassembled. Either way, they'll have to make it up to this person eventually, so they'd like a clarification: ]

What's your name again? I think we've met before.

[tropism]

Giorno.

[ he says it gently to them as he makes his way to their house. ] And yes, we have. I showed you what sheep looked like.

Next time, when things aren't so busy, you can ask me to show you other kinds of animals you're interested in. I'll make them for you.