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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[heirworthy]

[ doing quests and making bonds. his lips twist at that, clearly displeased by what he's heard. ]

Then they should've brought the Singularity rather than me. [ the person has their way of charming everyone and practically making bonds, even with a rock. sandalphon's just not the best candidate for that sort of stuff. ]

So we're being asked to do tasks without the guarantee that these tasks will return us to our realms? Optimistic isn't the word I would describe our situation, but ...

[ is it futile? passive acceptance? he doesn't know. ]

[regrede]

Well, not grey, no. The style is familiar to me, though.

[ her home has plenty of color—some might even say too much, considering all the buffoons that are running around the castle, and that circus troupe constantly interrupting her sleep—but the era feels about the same. ]

What’s wrong with the color here, anyhow?

[overlayed]

It was more of a diary, frankly... [ framed like a war journal. it wasn't the most helpful thing in the world.

introductions in general are a foreign concept- the gems typically don't meet new people for hundreds of years, and when they do there is always a chance its a gem of a previously existing type. cairngorm was much better suited to it, having been carted around in ghost's body until finally getting to be their own person- but ghost was definitely like the rest of gemkind in this respect. they repeat lupin's name to themself quietly, incorrectly. it helps normalize it somewhat. ]

Yes. [ he's familiar with them? that saves them some non-existent breath. ]

Ghost Quartz. The pleasure is yours.

[heirworthy]

[ sandalphon gives him a once-over ... followed by a judging look.

it can't be helped. he's so much bigger than him. he's built like one of the dragon knights except he doesn't exude that "knightly" aura. quite the opposite even, reminding him of someone very familiar. ]

Have you ever met a human with wings?

[heirworthy]

And yet you are still doing these tasks without guarantee or assurance of any incentive? Without question?

[heirworthy]

[ when he hears no response, sandalphon finally decides to look over and see what's happening. all he's given is a frantic headshake, as if what he just said is offensive. ]

I've asked a question. [ then again, he sometimes oozes offensiveness even though he doesn't really mean it. ] Can you not speak? Or do you simply wish not to answer?

[ whiiiiich is totally fine with him. ]

[heirworthy]

[ so much easier, really. maybe a little more complicated since the path up seems to be quite narrow but it's nothing that he can't do.

with a sigh, sandalphon holds out a hand to her, expecting her to take it. look, he's being nice offering this ok. ]

Then shall we go?

~*~*~*~ phos doesn't believe in gravity ~*~*~*~

[overlayed]

[ They truly never thought Phosphophyllite's name could ever bring them such intense sorrow. The relief was expected- it was good to know Phos was okay and safe- but the sadness? The disappointment? It hangs heavy, like a punch to the gut, and they feel a strange kind of guilt settle into their core.

At least enough water's leaked out to speak and move. They don't really concern themselves with their mid-air antics- the world around them had fallen away the minute they'd seen Lapis Lazuli Phosphophyllite, and even now that doesn't change. They finally lay a hand on Phos' face. ] ...What happened? [ The cracks have lessened enough to where there is only the one on their chest, very quietly, very slowly spreading to their neck. It's fine. "It's not important," they tell themselves. They aren't. Phosphophyllite is. ]

[finalize]

[ time...

there aren't any words for how thankful she is for this time. how much she yearns for more, even if their reunion isn't even over--it just isn't enough, not when she even needs this in the first place. but... but still, it's there. time. time for aigis to put names to the emotions that weigh her down, as her breaths alternate between small sniffs and slight, quiet hiccups. time to sort through the confusion that is both grieving, missing, and reuniting with him all at once; to shove that away for the moment to focus on... this present, as if it was a past where all of it was okay.

she stays where she is, grounded by his touch and just... paying attention to him. to everything. she's spent so much of her living life keeping herself tuned to any of minato's small needs... it would feel wrong to her to not do the same now. that is the least overwhelming part of this all, honestly, and it gives her another chance to just take it in.

it still hasn't settled. but she can pretend. after all, she wanted to be his strength--that fact hasn't changed and would never change. ]

I'm [ sniff ] grateful for it...

[ aigis can manage that, muffled into his shoulder, slightly stuffed from all the crying she's been doing.

there's still about a million other things she can say, but. the one that stands out most is the following: ]

... Are you all right?

[ with the utmost concern she can manage from her fatigued mind. again, that's always been the most important thing to her. plus, she can't miss the way he seems to speak to himself at the end of his reassurances... the way that all of this has to be overwhelming for him, as well.

she couldn't be there for him then. she could... be here for him now. right?

for however long she has.

(maybe long enough to find out a way to bring him home? like this?

long enough to find a way to settle down with the thought of having lost him, only to lose him a second time? who knows.) ]

dex is used to it honestly

[passio]

[ dextera’s eyes inevitably drop to ghost’s hands when they start to mimic his signing, and really, if there weren’t something much more pressing on the table right now, he’d gladly stop to show them the correct movements.

for now, this conversation takes precedence. he nods. ]

A little.

[ enough to know it’s not something cairngorm freely shares with others. ]

[passio]

[ are all angels like this? like him?

dextera shakes his head and touches his throat, a frightened explanation for his lack of response—he can’t speak. he’s got ways around it by now, of course, but that pair of wings sends him back to a place where he doesn’t feel like he has the right to talk, even if he could. ]

…

[passio]

[ almost!

once ari is close enough for the light to catch him and dextera’s able to see, he wraps the rope around his wrist so that he can let go of it with his other hand. an instant later, just in case, he reaches into the well to help ari out with his actual hand, pulling him the rest of the way with a little grunt. ]

Ggh…

[passio]

[ oh, yuu… ]

Ah…

[ dextera reaches out, automatically taking his hand—he doesn’t really have any parental instincts with kids, but he has gotten used to doing a lot with his hands—and pulling him gently in the other direction.

he points, with an apologetic smile on his face. ]

[regrede]

Completely monochrome, you say…

[ sierra frowns. in all her years, she’s never seen something like that. it sounds like something that one of the true runes could do, but the fact that they’ve restored color at all means that it’s probably something else. ]

You look like you’ve all made quite the home for yourselves. Now, how do I leave?

[uselessgoddess]

Whaaaaaaat? You know, despite how I look, I'm hundreds of years old.

[She puffs up in some really dumb sense of pride.]

That makes me the smarter and more mature one here.

[heirworthy]

[ all the other archangels are actually a lot nicer—save for raphael. sandalphon's the glaring exception (and raphael) here, unsuccessful with absorbing lucifer's personality as well.

well, his expression kind of softens upon seeing him gesture towards his throat. he's still struggling to find a better way to say things but his tone is at least less hostile than before. ]

Forget it, then, if you can't speak. [ he waves a hand at him and resumes drying his clothes and wings. ] I don't see any point in forcing you to respond when you have no voice to start with.

[crowsigliere]

It sure is fortunate! He would have probably died... or at least broken a few bones. What a first impression that would've made--hell, maybe Ghost could have cashed in on ruining some poor stranger's day right off the bat. But it all works out in the end! He turns to more properly face them, leaning one shoulder lightly against the shelves.

"Well, it would certainly deserve the trouble, after all..."

They sure are looking for some other place to store their laptop, aren't they...? He lifts a hand to hold one finger to his chin, a soft, bubbly laugh breaking the silence of the library. He'd only learned about laptops upon his own arrival a few months ago, but that still means he can use that knowledge to his advantage here.

"About that 'book' you're holding there..." His head cants gently to the side, and he adopts a fairly innocent tone as he continues, his smile never faltering. "It doesn't seem to have any pages, does it? Do you know why that is?"

[smaaaaaash]

Yeah. I got a letter just like yours. [He takes it from his pocket, just in case he doesn't believe him. Poor kid, getting put in a dump like this, with a guy like him...]

I... don't make for a good roommate, so I can find somewhere else to stay. But, will you be okay? Is anyone from your home here with you?

[smaaaaaash]

[He coughs in surprise, quickly covering his mouth with an arm. He's fine, nothing to see here.]

C-celebration, when my students are here instead of at home with their families...! [He'll have to respectfully agree to disagree on that one.] How many are there, do you know?

[smaaaaaash]

Yessir!

[He gives him a playful military salute. Is he taking any of this seriously, who knows.]

I heard some of my students are in your force as well. How have they been doing? Have they been staying out of trouble? [Please don't tell him Izuku has been doing anything reckless.]

[smaaaaaash]

Ah, so you can move things with your mind! Is there a limit to how much you can move at once -- could you move someone as heavy as me, for instance?

[He looks excited. Please lift him with your mind, that would be so cool.]

[rerevale]

[ It's official: this is Next-Level. Before he has time to remark on the fact that 'Sasuke' is quite possibly the single most fitting name for someone who could probably backflip and decapitate him without blinking, Momo is airborne. Middle-finger to gravity, middle-finger to physics; all Momo can do is bite back what would've been an undignified half-yell and cling on to that steady single arm for dear life.

When he feels grass under the soles of his sneakers, feels the weight of planetary forces settle back on his wet shoulders, he releases the breath he'd been holding.

Slumps.

And tips his chin up, heavenwards. ]

Wwwwwwwhat!? Seriously?! Did we just do that?!

[ Correction: did Sasuke really do that??? Momo's about to buckle, knees weak and clothes wet, but he manages to shift and take a step away from his savior. ]

Sasuke-san!!! My hero...! Don't move, let me put my palms together in front of you...!

[smaaaaaash]

Oh dear... If only my costume still had a cape you could borrow...

[Well, he's been in stranger situations helping civilians in his many years of service, even if this isn't a particularly helpful one when he already has no idea what's going on. Time to keep that big smile on his face and stay positive (?).]

Let's... keep looking! And hide behind me if you need to!

[Fortunately he wandered right into a main street in the district, so a clothes shop isn't far. He leads her in, one hand clamped exaggeratedly over his eyes.]

I'll pay for anything you need after, young miss, so please choose anything you like! [... If it's possible to like clothes as old fashioned as these, anyway? Sorry, Kisa.]

[thinshadowed]

[ Ari shakes his head. He's seen a variety of people, but no one he knows, let alone anyone who's even heard of Ari's hometown or the places he's visited. ]

> "I'm by myself."

[ It only truly dawns on him once he says the words aloud. He's alone, isn't he? He hasn't been absolutely on his own since—

Rattled by bad memories, the boy's hand lifts up to hover near his mouth. A nervous tic, proof of his uncertainty in the face of All Might's other question: will he be okay? ]

> "Um. I don't really need all this space... I don't mind sharing."

[ A weak excuse, maybe, except that Ari is being honest. There's no way anyone could be a worse roommate than Stan, after all, and this rundown cottage will seem much too empty if he has it entirely to himself. He wouldn't mind it if All Might stayed, even if they don't know each other. ]

[smaaaaaash]

[Oh, boy. Forcing a kid to share a living space with someone as sick as him... Well, there aren't any villains to worry about who would target him here. But if that changes, he'll have to move immediately, won't he? He can't drag anyone else into danger, no matter where they are.

For now, the kid looks like he could use the company, and he's never someone to turn down a person in need.]

If you don't mind, then we're stuck together for now. [He offers a hand to shake.] Toshinori Yagi. It's fine if you call me Toshinori.