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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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I imagine so. You look different. [Surprisingly, it doesn't sound like an entire critical accusation.] I'm not sure if you can return it like you think.
But he may be able to take some from you like you took some from him. The problem is whether or not he's going to know when to stop. [Maybe that's a little pointed.] Or if he'll have the notion to follow through at all if he's truly apathetic.
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[She glances down at her hands, though, when he mentions her looking different, and flexes her fingers a few times in semi-affirmation.
Of course, it's right about then that her own mirror decides to make itself known, from somewhere underneath her cloak where she's been hiding it —]
Oh, fuck off with that. It got the job done, didn't it? Since when have you ever cared about what it takes to get shit done? The ends justify the means, remember?
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[Real rich coming from him, the boy who absolutely was down for giving back a wrong as retribution for a wrong. ("he may be able to take some from you like you took some from him." Damian.)
His eyes waver down around her and then return to her face again.] You panicked. Plenty of people do, especially if it's someone you care about. At the time, it seemed like there weren't any other options available for how quickly you needed to assist.
So you took his color to try to help. Your heart was in the right place, but your execution was shit, I won't lie.
You made a mistake. We've all been making plenty of them. Forgive it, but don't forget it. It's happened. The time now is about analyzing what the town plans to do about the lack of color. Most of it returns gradually, like when we "die." Sometimes, it doesn't.
If we run on the assumption bonds mean a great deal to this place, you may have to do something to strengthen what you have with him, and that will help his color return. The best thing you can do right now, Moran, is not lose your cool.
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[This is precisely why Damian was the one she'd sought out, honestly. Bizarre as their relationship can be sometimes, he gets it. More importantly, he gets it without letting her get away with her bullshit, when in fact she is very good at persuading people to let her get away with her bullshit.
So it seems like she's settled down somewhat, cycling through the remaining stages of grief or whatever obligatory guilt process she's going through until she hits acceptance, in a quiet form, that at last she can actually do something with.]
Like, so messed up that reason won't work. Because your brain just...everything you hear, no matter what it is, it turns it back on you somehow. Back to that theme of how you're the worst person in the world. Just caught in a spin cycle and you can't get out.
[She hesitates, like she's not sure if she wants to finish that thought, and eventually shakes her head.]
Yeah. The execution was really shit. There's no getting around that.
[Another beat.]
...You were wrong about the moral self-flagellation, though. I came to find you because I trust you to say what I need to hear, not just what I want to. That's why.
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Dark thoughts aren't a mystery even to someone as arrogant as Damian Wayne.] I'm not going to be optimistic when there's no way to know if the color will return, or what will happen. You will just be disappointed when the town treats you unfairly.
Regardless, there's a high likelihood his color will gradually return. Keep an eye on him. Let someone know if it doesn't get better.
And don't take anyone else's color, even if they're in extreme distress. [He watches her for half a minute.] How do you feel?
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[That's a big concession, that "honestly". Feelings are something she's rarely, if ever, honest about; they're too personal, too useful at getting behind someone's guard to where their vulnerability really lives. But this is different. You won't end up hearing what you need to hear if you give a skewed picture of what's going on to begin with.]
...There's a part of me that keeps wanting to defend what I did. This part of me that keeps insisting it wasn't wrong.
[She glances hipward, in the direction where her mirror is probably concealed.]
Probably it's the same part of me that's trapped in that thing. The rest of me is like...weirdly wired? Like I can't sit still. Like I'm too big inside for my skin to hold me in. Maybe it goes both ways, maybe too much color is just as harmful as not enough.
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Ignore the mirror. I realize that's easier said than done, but it'll have to be ignored for now. I'm unaware of destroying the mirror would benefit or harm us. It's best to err on the side of caution.
[Ha ha, says the boy who cracks his mirror right open the time it starts harassing people who don't deserve it.]
If this place functions on color... If the color gives us taste, abilities, the functionality of some places... Then yes, I imagine so. If we equate color to "life," or the vitality of it. Having too much may not kill you, but it's an overload.
If you notice your energy decreasing, then chances are whoever you stole from may also return to their previous state.