Event Eleven.

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"Four ducks on a pond, A grass-bank beyond, A blue sky of spring, White clouds on the wing; What a little thing To remember for years -- To remember with tears!"

he day is normal. It's a bit chillier than it's been, the nip of fall in the air, but as the new people in the Town settle in... things have gotten peaceful. And yet. When everyone goes out to greet their neighbors, to hug their friends, to shake hands or make eye contact or who knows what -- they'll realize very, very quickly that nothing about today is normal at all, actually. Hopefully nobody minds a little extra sharing today. Welcome to Awash's eleventh 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. Thank you!

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[messianic]

[... That's quite the tale, no matter how he looks at it. But...]

... So I assume that never happened... since you don't drink blood still, right?

[promissum]

That's correct. She died three days after I made that promise. I said I would protect her until I scared her properly... But back then I didn't take them so seriously.

They thought she was a spy since she would treat any soldier who was wounded.

When I came back to her, it was already too late. There was nothing I could do.

[messianic]

... Three days...

[That's such a short period of time to know someone who had such an impact...

But he gets it, he thinks.]

I'm sorry... I didn't realize it all turned out like that.

[A slow pause, and...]

What was her name?

[promissum]

There's no way you could've known.

[He doesn't really mind it, being reminded of his promise and of the woman he made it to.]

Her name was Artina.

[messianic]

... Artina... I see. I'll remember it too.

[It's the least he can do, really...?]

Will you tell me more about her sometime?

[promissum]

I can tell you about her now, if you'd like.

[ Especially because she's not here. It's easier not to be embarrassed about her when there's no way she can show up. ]

[messianic]

[Minato pauses, but only for a moment, and then he nods.]

... Do you want something to eat? We can have breakfast.

I'd like to hear about her.

[promissum]

[He disappears for a moment before coming back with a can of sardines. He pops it open and just... eats it. Right out of the can.]

What would you like to know?

[messianic]

[... Okay Val. He was going to cook, but that also works...!!

Minato just turns his attention back to the breakfast he was trying to make before that all happened.]

How did you meet her? Why did your paths cross?

[promissum]

[He likes one food!!]

Artina and I met during a Vampire hunt that began thanks to human rumors about vampires in general. That we loved to suck the blood of beautiful women and virgins, those kinds of false rumors.

[messianic]

[...]

I'm glad those rumors are false, I'll admit that much...

Why was she there...? To try to help people?

[promissum]

We do need blood to survive. But we can take it from anyone.

Her church was there. It was her town.

[messianic]

... I see... so she was just trying to protect her town.

[And, in the end...died for it.

That's...]

She really does sound very brave.

[promissum]

[He seems older as he's talking about Artina.]

As a nurse, she felt obligated to help anybody she came across. Enemy or ally. She had a kind heart and a pure soul. She would often let herself starve in order to afford medicines for her patients. She would walk into battlefields to treat soldiers.

Brave might not be a strong enough word.

[messianic]

... How would you describe her? Yourself, I mean?

[He's curious to hear more about her in Val's own words!]

[promissum]

Foolish. [For continuing to help both sides during a war.] Kindhearted. [She pitied him, after all.] Pure. [For not regretting anything she did.] Lion hearted. [She really stuck to what she believed in. Not every human could say that.]

[messianic]

I see...

[It makes him smile to himself, at least, as he brings his breakfast over to the table and takes a seat with Val.]

I think she'd be happy. I mean... I didn't know her, of course. But from that description... I think she'd be really happy you've stuck to your promise for so long.

[promissum]

You never know who could emerge from that well. [Though part of him is forever hoping she doesn't. Just because he's said these things to people who aren't her doesn't mean he could handle them saying them to her.]

I want to always remain a proud and noble demon. That means I'm bound to my word, whatever it happens to be.

[messianic]

That's true.

[And...strangely pressing, relevance-wise, to what he's been thinking about.]

If she did show up here...what would you do?

[promissum]

I'd fulfill my promise, of course. I'll bring her to the depths of fear.

[messianic]

[Seriously...]

... Mm, well... I don't think you'd be able to, but maybe that's how it's supposed to be...?

[promissum]

I owe it to our promise to try.

[It's less about the blood at this point and more about actually doing what he said he would.]

[messianic]

... Don't you think she'd be happier to just have a proper conversation with you instead, if she got to see you again?

[promissum]

We've met again recently.

[messianic]

[.......... A slow blink.]

Excuse me?