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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[noholdsbard]

[ He only smiles at that first remark, because it’s totally true, though he doesn’t see anything wrong with it. ]

I find the church and the library to be of personal interest, though I must say, even such things pale in comparison to the liveliness of the townsfolk.

[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. ]

[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.

[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]

[ …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. ]

[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.

[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.

[regrede]

Hmm.

[ it’s not something she knows much about. for all the years she’s lived, she’s quite sheltered. he takes himself so seriously that she does feel like she needs to say something, though—so this time, when she touches his arm, it’s a soothing gesture, not a flirtatious one. ]

I would offer you comfort if I thought I could. [ a pause. ] You know, I had intended to feed from you, but now I wonder if I can.

[noholdsbard]

[ His gaze—brows—soften at the gesture. Vampires are indeed creatures that exist in his world, although he knows far too little about them. ]

I need no comfort, my lady—your kind regard is more than I ever could have hoped for. But ah, this is quite sad…if I had been human, I would have offered myself without question.

[regrede]

Then you are a fool, but a fool I appreciate.

[ sierra smiles, the sharpness of humor returning to her expression. there’s no time to be sad—though it’s possibly a good sign, or at least not a bad one, that she doesn’t immediately drop him to find a more appropriate victim. ]

With our respective tragedies addressed, I’d like to continue our walk.

[noholdsbard]

[ Honestly he’s glad that she’s taking all this pretty well, considering that most people would either side-eye or try to use him for their own gain. And maybe she still is, but he’s very forgiving of that in a woman.

Still, for all that he feels sad at her plight as a vampire, it’s hard not to feel a little lighter at her words. ]

As you wish, my lady.