awashlogs | Event Twelve

I am a reaper whose muscles set at sundown.
All my oats are cradled.
But I am too chilled,
and too fatigued to bind them.
And I hunger.

ou know what's probably amazing? Waking up to your previously normal front door suddenly being covered by a huge, autumn-themed wreath. Or perhaps you're close enough to the center of the Town to look out your window and get an eyeful of that effigy, staring soullessly at you?

The point is, there's a festival going on! The Town's been decorated accordingly (don't trip over sudden bales of hay), and towards the center of the Town, there are all sorts of fun games, tables of food, and other amazing things set up. Go prance onto the stage, sample some of the amazing food, convince one of your friends to play one of those bobbing for apples games...

Enjoy it! There doesn't seem to be much of a catch this time.

(At least, not until you eat the food, and then you'll figure out just what that "catch" is.)

Welcome to Awash's twelfth 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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We can't accurately predict the future.

... Did something happen today, to make you more concerned than usual?

I've been concerned for a while. [He hasn't caught on that the cider makes things a little easier to say and that he's spilling his thoughts.] Maribelle, let me ask you something. How long have you been here?

[She frowns.]

... About eight months, I believe.

Eight months is on the later side of a whole year. And we're still not any closer to really understanding how this place works? [It's frustrating.] I already lost six months of my life being stuck somewhere I didn't understand. I'm not ready to do it again without getting some answers, even if things have slowed down for us.

[A pause.] I just have to know if we really do go home when we leave this place. That's it.

...

Do you want a hug?

[It's not something she offers EVERYBODY, so be grateful, boy!!!]

[He looks surprised, but...]

...if you're offering, sure. [Look, sometimes hugs are nice even if he's usually not one to ask and ends up being the one to give them.]

[Sometimes the caretakers need to be taken care of. So she comes forward and gently holds him, even patting his back.]

We'll make it through this. I promise you.

[Thanks for that. He's kind of letting his arms dangle for a minute because he's not sure if hugging back is an acceptable thing, but here we are.]

I've never put a lot of stock into promises. [Just saying.] But I know. I have a lot that I need to get back to. Mostly my mom and my friends and making sure Apollo doesn't mess things up. The longer we're stuck here the more annoying it gets.

Ah, but that is exactly why I will keep my word, for I also have much to return to. My army was about to do battle to save good people from a bloodthirsty tyrant. If I were to let them down, why kind of woman would I be? I will not allow myself to be stuck here forever. Simple as that.

It sort of feels like all of us were pulled here and away from something way more important. I haven't figured out why yet, but maybe there isn't a why.

[There's a curious look though.] Your army? [Does he think she's leading this army? Maybe.]

[She pulls back, ready to explain.]

My homeland Ylisse's royal army, the Shepherds. I have been a loyal member for many years.

[The gesture helped, and he'll have to thank her later. For now though his interest is on something else.]

I had no idea. [Why would you, Percy?] ...you mentioned a tyrant. How long has that guy been around?

He's been conquering lands for a few years now... the resistance against him was dying before we came along. Many innocents had died for his beliefs that only the strong should survive.

[Sounds like any other tyrant. He's familiar with the concept.] What about his believers? Are you taking them out, too?

Naturally. But... it hasn't been as easy, especially on the heart. One of his more wicked attendants threatened a high-ranking member of the resistance to switch sides... Essentially, threatening to murder his young sister if he didn't cooperate. We... didn't find out until it was too late.

[...yikes.] I'm sorry. I know it's a lot to ask and talk about, but I get it. We've lost a couple of people for similar reasons, too.

Doesn't make it any easier, but at the same time...[A shrug.] Progress is never easy.

[She shakes her head.]

it's all right. In a way... it helps to get this sort of thing out and spoken of. So we don't forget the things we've lost and the sacrifices we've made... and ensure they were never in vain.

You're right. I don't want to forget the things that have happened even if we're still stuck here. [There's a sigh though because...this still sucks. He's still a teenage boy who has a lot to get back to and zero way to do it.]

Thanks. Really.

Of course.

[A little smile.]

Please know you can always come to me to talk about such matters.

I'll keep that in mind. And you know the same is true for you, don't you? If you ever want or need to.

Yes, I know I can rely on you, no matter what.

Event Twelve

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