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- aigis,
- akashi kaoru,
- akira kurusu,
- all might,
- ari,
- arsene lupin,
- bruce wayne,
- connor,
- crowley eusford,
- damian wayne,
- dave strider,
- duo maxwell,
- estelle bright,
- gandharva,
- giorno giovanna,
- guren ichinose,
- hunk,
- izuku midoriya,
- jion haru,
- jonathan kent,
- jotaro kujo,
- keigo asano,
- kisa sohma,
- kohaku hearts,
- levy mcgarden,
- lottie person,
- maya amano,
- minato arisato,
- mogget,
- momose sunohara,
- natalie goodman,
- nico di angelo,
- okuni kumou,
- phosphophyllite,
- reim lunettes,
- riku nanase,
- rin okumura,
- ryan farrow,
- sadie kane,
- sandalphon,
- sasuke uchiha,
- selina kyle,
- shiho sannomiya,
- shouto todoroki,
- sidon,
- sierra mikain,
- summer moran,
- tonbokiri,
- tristan (archer),
- valvatorez,
- yuuichirou hyakuya,
- zelda
Event Ten.
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Pushed his sister in a well. Mother said, while drawing water, "My, it's hard to raise a daughter." | |
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! | |
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.
he loves cats so much
Sorry, I'll remember that from now on. Mr. Mogget. ( it's important to always be polite even with a talking cat ok. most cats generally look unhappy so the look doesn't deter his smile at all. ) Fishing's fun! I'll work on getting you one once your fur's nice and dry.
( though that does remind him: )
Are you comfortable with other cats? My best friend, Damian--he has a cat named Alfred who lives at the boathouse too. I can take you to my Dad's place if you would prefer to be somewhere without other cats. He won't mind, I'm sure.
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I do not mind other cats, although I cannot say the opposite is always true. We are very... perceptive. [And he's a cat-that-is-not-a-cat? Things can get awkward! He does, however, want that brushin' almost as much as he wants a fish, so—he airily waves a paw.] But this boathouse of yours will be fine, so long as it is a sound vessel. I've had my fill of water for the day.
[For this century, really. He settles back down into the jacket, glancing up at the boy one more time before turning his attention back to their surroundings.]
Do you not live with your father? You are quite young.
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My dad's also here but my best friend is, too. He moved out on his own instead of living with his dad, and I didn't want him to get lonely--so I moved in with him. He's really great, you'll like him. ( or not. damian's a little. . sassy. snarky. can be difficult to get along with if one doesn't know him very well. ) I'm ten. And I know how to take care of myself a little. Mom and Dad made sure I could. I can even fix my own clothes.
( a little, anyway. he's not great at it but jon knows how to use a needle and thread. )
Damian and I do pretty okay.
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"Pretty okay," you say. I suppose there is something commendable about doing things on your own at such a young age, although I find that the younger a human, the sillier they tend to be.
[Teens are another beast entirely! But while that's certainly a rude thing to say to a child, his tone isn't sarcastic at all; it's very matter-of-fact, because listen, kiddo, he's been around humans for way too long. He's seen some things, which is why, after another few seconds of silence, he oh-so casually asks:]
What would you say you have the most trouble with?
[Not that he's offering to help if he can!! Gosh!]
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That's a good question. I'm not sure? Food here is weird but it's like that for everyone. We wash our own clothes and stuff, and Damian's really good at figuring stuff out. I still follow my bedtimes. . kinda. And I see Dad every day. I miss sandwiches but there isn't really any bread here so.
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No bread? A veritable tragedy. But if I should ever come across a loaf, perhaps I will keep you and your friend in mind. [A sniff.] I much prefer meat, anyway.
[IT'S... the best way he knows how to thank this kid?]
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Oh, that'd be great! Thank you so much, Mr. Mogget. ( which times in just perfectly with approaching the boathouse. there's a raft that would take them over to it (a short way off the deck, not too far), but jon skips that and instead takes a bit of a leap to get himself started, flying across to the boat and landing gently just in front of the door. ) So this's our boathouse, it's super sturdy and nice.
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Except that... doesn't happen, of course, and he can't help but to feel relief when Jon's feet touch down on the nice, solid deck. He's too old for this! He's way too old for this!]
Thank the Charter for that. We shall see if the interior measures up to this sterling endorsement.
[That comes out a bit more cross than he'd wanted it to, but he's not about to apologize for it as he looks around. A boat is a boat, he thinks, and he has something else on his mind.]
That... leap of yours. [He sits up straighter in Jon's arms, peering closely at the bot's face.] How did you accomplish such a thing? I sensed no magic.
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( there's a loose lift of jon's shoulders before he's taking mogget deep inside. there's another cat they pass by--a short hair tuxedo, who pays them no mind as they enter. alfred the cat is great, used to strange stuff happening all the time. passing through the living room, they go right by krypto, too: a large, white dog who seems to be having the time of his life rolling around against some blankets piled on top of the couch. jon gives him a quiet "hey, krypto!" in greeting before passing him up, too.
and takes mogget right into the tiny nook of a bedroom, grabbing a makeshift brush off the top of a stand and a towel off a chair before sitting himself down with the cat still on his lap. )
Let's get you cleaned up.