Event Ten.

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Little Willie, mean as hell, Pushed his sister in a well. Mother said, while drawing water, "My, it's hard to raise a daughter."

t's pretty dark and miserable down in the well. The cavernous area feels much larger than a well should be, bodies milling about in the darkness and knee deep, frigid water. So you're here -- and you're not alone, and the only way out appears to be the thin circle of sunlight from above, the opening of the well. (And elsewhere, in the Town, everyone's waking up to gifts of various usefulness, but hopefully they remember to check the well today even so!) What now? Welcome to Awash's tenth event log, and the intro log for this month, everyone! All new characters have found themselves waking in the well in the middle of the Town. Hopefully they can get a hand out! For more information, please go here! Meanwhile, the current characters have some new gifts. If there are any questions, please ask them here, and have fun! Thank you!

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[regrede]

[ the church…

it’s probably not the place for a vampire to spend her time, though she herself isn’t susceptible to the dangers of religious iconography. a library, however, is a little more interesting. ]

I admit I’ve kept away from the bustle. I have a… delicate constitution.

[ that’s just a big lie, though she delivers it with confidence. ]

[queenofminiskirts]

You're going to stay in the same room as him?

[Don;'t get her wrong. She likes Guren but like...don't people, especially teenagers like them, want their own rooms???]

[ninjanature]

[Hm. He doesn't recognize Guren's name or Guren's look, and it seems as if Guren has no knowledge of "Uchiha" or the name of the Seventh. He's not sure yet if that is entirely good or bad.]

They didn't come out of the well. [He won't ask about Sakura or Sarada; he doesn't want to think about them being somehow flung across space and time. Let's just pretend they're safe at home.

The only thing that malfunctioned was his own dimensional portal.] I'm use to being a long way from home. I don't want anyone else to be.

How long have you been here?

II

[troubadamsel]

[Here's the thing, though.

Not everyone likes bats. Especially if there was a whole GODDAMN COLONY OF THEM, which causes Maribelle to shriek like a banshee. She'd heard there were newcomers at the well and had come to help, and she was THIS close to fainting.]

What in the name of the gods-?!

[scooptimistic]

... I guess it's true what they say about all musicians being romantics in some way.

[queenofminiskirts]

Then you must be really smart!

[Like Aoi and Minamoto!]

Those fairies won't know what hit them!

ii

[troubadamsel]

[Maribelle lets out a little shriek as she falls, rather ungracefully. She scrambles to sit up... where did that boy come from?!]

... Is sitting in the middle of nowhere common for you?

[noholdsbard]

[ He can’t help but pause at that reply. A woman who can leap from rooftops with barely any effort is not someone with a delicate constitution. But it’s clear enough that she has something to hide, and he won’t press. ]

That is quite understandable, my lady. Being thrust into a strange world must have been quite overwhelming for you.

[queenofminiskirts]

[Well...that was a bit unexpected. Hm...]

...is everything okay?

[noholdsbard]

[ That actually gets him to laugh—or at any rate chuckle. ]

Does it bother you?

[ninjanature]

[A chatting cat is something he wishes he could say was the strangest thing he's seen, but it isn't. Very close.

While Mogget talks, Sasuke doesn't really move much less speak. The single black eye follows the cat up onto the roof and over to the edge.] It's true getting down is sometimes harder than getting up.

[The words are quite literal, but the way he says them almost sounds philosophical.]

[queenofminiskirts]

[That sounds like the sort of bullshit answer she would have given when she was 10 and an unholy terror.

But you know what? She doesn't mind playing along.]

I don't think we have any wine here. But I can probably catch a fish as long as you don't mind that it's probably going to have two heads or something.

[scooptimistic]

Let me just say that it's really hard to bother me! And there are worst fates than being called beautiful by some mysterious pretty guy with a harp.

[ Flustering her is also very difficult. ]

[regrede]

[ it’s because she drank her tomato juice, please… ]

Of course. [ it’s not exactly language becoming of a lady, but she’s only so good at keeping up that veneer. she tucks closer to him, sliding her arm into his so that she’s thoroughly pressed into his personal space. ] The only silver lining is that it reminds me of home, but with considerably less color.

[ she smooths her hand down his arm, pleasantly. ]

[noholdsbard]

[ Oh, a free-spirited type! He likes that. ]

Then allow me to dispel some of that mystery. I am called Archer, and I am very much at your service.

[queenofminiskirts]

Right? And we don't even have a calendar so it's hard to keep track of how much time has passed.

[And she wasn't about to start making a mark every day on her wall like some kind of prisoner...]

No. I was with the first group that turned up here...ah, so was Midoriya-kun! I bet he'll know how long it's been since we arrived here if you wanted to know exactly how long it was.

[noholdsbard]

[ …Curiouser and curiouser. He’s no stranger to getting hit on—not with the myriad sorts you run into at Chaldea—but at the moment he can’t quite figure out just why she would bother with someone like him, especially when all he’s done is be nice to her. ]

I must confess, I find it quite hard to imagine that one so lovely could come from a place that sounds so bleak.

[ He’ll gently catch that hand that’s been dancing down his arm, however, and give it a good pat. He doesn’t mind that it’s there, but she really needn’t try so hard… ]

[regrede]

[ oh, he is so good at this! sierra does stop when he touches her hand like that, but maybe, just maybe, the smile she’s wearing takes on an irritated edge. she does hate to be interrupted, when she’s on a roll. ]

Tell me, dear Archer. Are you human?

[ that isn’t an answer to his compliment at all, even though she appreciates it. ]

[whichcraft]

Magic. I'm your friendly neighborhood witch.

[And in the face of the implicit permission, she extends her hands toward Mogget, fingertips curling just slightly as she seems to make a sort of pulling motion with her hand, and then at last with a flick of her wrist that vaguely resembles tossing something away, the spell is complete.

As promised, where there was once water in Mogget's fur, it's now dry. Almost as though she'd pulled the water right out of it.]

See? Faster than a hair dryer.

[noholdsbard]

[ Ah, so her true colors are starting to show…not that it makes her any less attractive to him. If she’s quick to become irritated, then he’s slow to anger. ]

That’s…quite the question. [ He does look very concerned at it—there are reasons why he has to hide his identity, but his nature? That’s…a bit difficult when he has like zero ranks in stealth. ]

But I was, once.

[withwisdom]

[ it really is. ]

Please, come with me. I can give you a towel, and we can figure out where you're staying.

[regrede]

Oh? Then we have that in common.

[ oddly, sierra relaxes—while her temper had nearly flared for a moment there, his patient response to her question, as difficult as it may be, soothes her before she can truly put herself in a bad mood. ]

I am what you may know as a “vampire.” [ a pause. ] And you?

[noholdsbard]

[ Oh no…he can’t not try to brush off her question now… Curse his weakness to women and his chivalry—but even then he can’t, because if she’s being honest with him, then it’s only right and fair that he respond in kind. ]

I am…a familiar. A being created to serve a mage.

[robitussin]

[Even as he stands up, she doesn't make a move towards the chair, even if she glances at it. Quickly, as an aside:]

I don't need to sit, it's fine.

[Once that's established, she listens to the rest of what he says, bemused. In turn, something about his demeanor reminds her of someone, but even the person he brings to mind wasn't quite so exuberant upon their first meeting.]

Nope, never heard of it. And... Momo. Got it. Uh, my name is Natalie? My sign and how tall I am don't really matter. [There's a short pause, before she finally verbalizes what strikes her as odd about this.] Why are you, like... happy? We just got kidnapped and now we're stuck here.

[scooptimistic]

Archer... nice to meet you! I'm Maya Amano, woman of many titles. But Maya is fine.