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- !event,
- akira fudo,
- akira kurusu,
- alexa hase,
- all might,
- astrid hofferson,
- choubee aza,
- connor,
- dave strider,
- denki kaminari,
- gaelio bauduin,
- ignis scientia,
- izuku midoriya,
- jade harley,
- john egbert,
- keigo asano,
- kisa sohma,
- link,
- lottie person,
- luxanna crownguard,
- maya amano,
- mcgillis fareed,
- michael mell,
- miki kuroda,
- minato arisato,
- nadia van dyne,
- nero claudius,
- nico di angelo,
- okuni kumou,
- okuyasu nijimura,
- percy jackson,
- phosphophyllite,
- prompto argentum,
- pyra,
- rebakah cooper,
- reim lunettes,
- rose lalonde,
- ryo asuka,
- ryoji mochizuki,
- sans,
- summer moran,
- tristan (archer),
- tsumugi aoba,
- valvatorez,
- vriska serket,
- wei wuxian,
- yu narukami
Event Thirteen.
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The cracks of paint and varnish on the brow; Soon to distrust all impulses of flesh That strews its sawdust on the chamber floor, While at the window peer two crones Who once were Juliet and Jessica. | |
Welcome to Awash's thirteenth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. Please keep in mind that while this is a general event log, it is also an intro log; be sure to pay plenty of attention to our newcomers! | |
t's a regular morning here in the Town. The sun isn't shining at all, snow is falling like crazy, and...there may be the sounds of shouts coming from the well, thoroughly muffled.
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So, wait. You've been dating her for some unspecified but presumably long enough amount of time that this is an established thing, but you've never called her your girlfriend before? And she puts up with you?
Fuck, forget it. Anyway, like, I guess? It's just really unnerving seeing you like this.
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[Apologies are so ingrained, he doesn't even need feelings to prompt them. After a couple beats, he pulls his beanie lower down over his monochrome hair.]
Better?
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[ ... ]
I will see if there's something I can do to help you. In the meantime, it's ... good to see you again?
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...I was worried about you. When I found out you were gone.
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I... seriously? We still barely know each other.
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[He says it simply. That's all it takes, apparently.]
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You are so nice! This is the worst. ... thanks for worrying about me. Uh. I guess.
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[The voice is almost too young to be recognized as Prompto's. He turns his head without much interest, and there's another mirror--not Vriska's--on the steps where she sat before.]
Even now, I--I'm scared no one will want me if they find out what I'm really like.
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after a beat: ]
Try me.
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It's me.
[And it is, an overweight little boy with his hands over his ears, cringing away from the glass.]
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... were you lonely when you were a kid?
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[The little boy in the mirror shakes his head fiercely, as if to ward off the blow of the words, and shrinks further away, moving his hands from his ears to his eyes, under his glasses.]
I'm not like them. All the things they laugh about, I don't get it, it sounds so pointless. And if they look at me... they'll see. So, so it's better to pretend I'm not even there. ...That's what I do.
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... I'm not really the person to turn to for comfort, but. [ There's a long pause; she can't seem to bring herself to speak, but eventually she ducks her chin a little. ]
Whatever you were like doesn't really matter to me. You're a good person.
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[Regular Prompto, the real Prompto, grey as he is, keeps watching Vriska and his mirror, then lowers his chin slightly.]
It doesn't bother me anymore. Honest. Not like it used to. I know... that isn't all I am. But I don't know what to say to him.
[He nods at the mirror.]
It's still me, but... I don't think he's listening very much.
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Ugh, I hate this! I am awful at this kind of emotional discussion and you deserve someone better than me to talk to who can actually make you feel better. I just...
[ Giving in, Vriska will actually give Prompto a hug, skinny arms curling loosely around his neck. Mumbled: ]
You're my friend. The you that's right here and the you in the mirror.
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Yeah. You're my friend, too, Vriska.
[...]
Even if you're mean to cute boys on the internet.
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For someone with no color you sure know how to give a girl shit!
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Friendship isn't a color. I've been training in friendship for years. I can do it in my sleep.
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So how exactly does one do friendship in their sleep? I am just dying to know.
[ haha, dead kid humor. ]
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[THIS IS HOW HE SHOWS HIS LOVE]
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[ please don't drool on her prompto that's gross ]
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[Giving his friends shit is apparently so ingrained, he apparently doesn't even need his soul intact to pull it off as he leeeeeeeeeeeeans in.]
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AND ALSO EXTERNALLY? ]
Oh my god, no!! [ LEEEEEEEANS AWAY ]
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Ordinarily, he'd cackle and slap his leg, or her arm. In these extraordinary circumstances, the corner of his mouth flickers a little.]
Kidding.
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Her face twists with a kind of laughing disgust, and she shakes her head at him. Inwardly she can't help but be happy she saw him smile, even the littlest bit. It's gross, but some involuntary piece of her thinks she'd've let him drool on her if it really got him to smile in this state.
Which is somehow even more disgusting, and also his fault, so she shoves him, though it's without real force. ]
Good, because I might actually kill you if you drooled on me.