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Event Sixteen.

Pity the poor step-sister those big feet
she’ll never stuff in a size-six sonnet,

her flesh so fulsome the slipper seems effete,
unworthy of the labor spent on it.

t's yet another day in which a bunch of characters ended up in the bottom of the well. That sucks. Of course, when you get up and start heading over to see if they're getting out of the well okay... you might find that it's a lot harder than expected.

Thanks to that new ball gown, or the rags you've been put in, or your new coat of fur, or the puppets, trying to drag you right into a totally different adventure. You're the one starring in a fairy tale now, and it's not an easy life to live.

It's just a little distracting, probably.

But don't forget the poor newbies at the bottom of the well, standing in freezing cold water (and don't worry, the puppets will go down into the well to grab you too).

Welcome to Awash's sixteenth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event!

If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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...I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to allow it?

[But he sounds more amused than anything at this point.

Still, whatever levity he'd managed to find is gone again.]

Honestly? I have no idea what would have happened if I had to do it on my own either. Though the Council of Trollhunters had a thing or two to say about that.

[He shrugged.] Buuuut...I'm pretty sure I'm right and they're wrong so.

This teacher is a lenient one.

[ Said with the same lightness.

......... and hold up. ]

There is a council? [ He hears familiar music in the background and someone saying that someone else is their only hope. His hand lifts to wave quickly to brush that noise literally away. ]

Yeah. [Though not technically a council the way the Tribunal was, he supposed. Actually, they didn't really have a name but he had to call them something...]

They're all the ghosts of all the past Trollhunters. Apparently, Trollhunters have always worked alone? Then again, they've always been trolls until me so I figured...hey. I'm already breaking one rule! What's one more?

[ Wow.

Okay, quick question, then my brain can restart. ]

They are trollhunters even though they were all trolls and so... hunting their own kind?

Well..there are good trolls too. Centuries ago, there was a war between the other trolls and the Gum-Gums--yes, I know how ridiculous that sounds, but trust me, they're much more intimidating than they sound. Anyway, the Gum-Gums were trolls led by Gunmar who wanted to take over the surface world.

[He sounds like he's paraphrasing a lesson he had to sit through. Which, in fact, is what's going on.]

So a Trollhunter's job has always been to protect both worlds...and to answer every Call. And part of that is dealing with evil trolls, as well as other things. [Pause.] And watching for any signs of Gunmar returning since there are trolls and changelings who want to bring him back from the Darklands.

[Which has no happened but like.........he hopes. To avoid talking about that. Yeah.]

[ He somehow keeps his eyes from sparkling at hearing all of this information. There is a great amount of joy that he's taken in learning about creatures; it's what he enjoys most about any of the stories that he's read!

And why is it only one? That's so fucking stupid. I can't believe how fucking stupid that is! If you're going to keep the peace, have it be an army! Not the one-chosen shit!! That's! How! You! Get! Teenagers! In! These! Positions!! In his opinion, the Council can be as pissed as they like about things, but it was their poor decision-making that didn't show one ounce of growth in numerous generations that caused this situation.

EITHER SHIT OR GET OFF THE POT! You're ghosts so I guess it's get off the pot! ]

I see. Well... [ From what little I know, you just raised a flag. You just raised it! Are you an idiot?! Gunmar is definitely going to come back. He's definitely going to come back and so-- ] ... these things you should tell your mother. [ Shen Qingqiu is just going to reiterate that point once more. ]

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[Probably because there's only ever been one amulet.......though, to be fair. None of his friends have an amulet, just other magical weapons.

Also, too late. Too late...

He heaved another sigh. It was one thing, when Nomura was taunting him with his dishonesty towards his mother. It was much harder to justify himself when the conversation happens like this.]

...I know. I just... [He sighed again.] I'm scared, I guess. Which isn't new exactly and well, first rule of trollhunting: always be afraid.

[Which was a good rule, but like when he was trying to get Claire to like him, it was completely useless in this situation.] ...but that's terrible advice for this.

[ Are you fucking kidding me? What sort of lesson is that?! Always be afraid! I get what they're saying. It means to always be on guard. It means to not be overconfident. But always be afraid?! What shitty wording is that! I am going to find this fucking Council and exorcise the lot of them! THE MOTHERFUCKING LOT OF THEM! They're going! I don't care where they go! Satan's asshole?! WHO CARES?! Wave FUCKING bye-bye!!!

His expression cools considerably. Telling a teenager to always be afraid. This is what I meant! SHIT OR GET OFF THE POT! If all they can do is just repeat the same fucking advice and not even change a little! They're nothing but hindrances!! He breathes out slow through his nose but he feels red starting to burn into his eyes -- figuratively since (ha-ha) still without color. ]

It is. It is terrible advice. Being scared is understandable, but do not let that make a fool of you.

[Well...that's a stronger reaction than he expected? And he looks a bit taken aback.]

Well, it's not always terrible. It's saved my life more than once. It's just...not very useful when it comes...this whole thing with my mom. [Pause.] Or trying to talk to the girl I like. [Another short pause.] Or goblins. Because they're attracted to the smell of fear? Which, learned that on the job during my second mission. Let me tell you, I wish I'd known that before I accidentally attracted a group of them to my hiding spot.

[It's funny to him now because it's not even that bad compared to everything that came later.]

[ Breathe in.

Breathe out. ]

Is the Council something that came with you?

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Well, no. They're all stuck in the Void...actually, at that point I didn't even know they existed because I wasn't allowed in.

I wasn't...ah. Exactly a popular choice? Being a "fleshbag" and all. [He did the air quotes with his fingers.] Guess they thought I'd end up like Unkar the Unfortunate?

[He actually laughed a bit at that. It's a bit awkward but like....Jim. Please.]

[ Motherfuckers better stay in the fucking Void. ]

You will not.

[ Somebody is very mad but is handling it somehow with elegance despite the outfit that he is wearing and the situation that they are now in. ]

To always be afraid, no. That will not help you with solving the issue of talking with your mother or anyone. Those rules are for trollhunting and not for personal relationships, ah?

[ It still is losing a lot of face to outright scream how fucking STUPID the first rule is. So stupid that he doesn't even want to hear what the other fucking rules are! But it is also losing face to tell him what he's ignorant of. Yet he's willing to lose face on that one! ]

Applying rules of battle into your personal life... [ Stupid fucking rules of battle! His fan comes out to lightly smack Jim on the forehead. ] ... think for yourself and what you want to achieve next time!

[He certainly hoped not since Unkar the Unfortunate had been torn limb from limb on the first day of the job!]

...yeah. [He's not sure how to explain that trolls tended to give terrible advice for human things owing to the fact that they...weren't human? And the changelings were somehow worse despite being at least partly human.

Honestly, this was the first time he's had an actual human adult he could get advice from...

...and then he gets smacked and he yelps and claps a hand over his forehead.]

...right. Of course I can't...use that. I guess I just haven't had a lot of time to think. Between, you know...everything that's happening. [He rubs at the back of his neck again, a bit embarrassed.] You know, it's really weird talking about this with an adult. I mean, Blinky and Argh! are adults but they're also trolls and they don't...really get it.

[Then his friends were as lost as he was. And Strickler was...yeah.]

[ Shen Qingqiu is kind enough to not roast the entire Council to hell and back for everything that they came up with! He's kind enough because he remembers that Jim says he learned from Blinky who is a troll, and regardless, he is a Peak Lord and cultivator master. It's bad manners and a terrible faux pas to speak poorly on another master's teaching to their disciple.

Sure, if you really fucking hate the person, you can talk shit. But there is no right way to cultivation! There is no right way and so no one can say that anyone is doing it right. The only wrong way is by handing out absolute dog-shit ideas that have nothing to do with cultivation. He breathes out. And I am no trollhunter so I cannot say what he is doing is right or wrong, so I cannot comment on his teachings or what he has been taught in that respect. I CAN JUST THINK THEY'RE FUCKING STUPID AND KEEP THAT TO MY FUCKING SELF! ....... only I didn't but I was so fucking mad. Let's just wash over that and I'll try to keep my mouth shut about it from now on. ]

Excuses. [ He dismisses it. ] I understand you have much going on in your life, but you were looking for an easy way out. An easy answer for your problems rather than the answer.

[ He blinks. ] I understand. This teacher is happy to listen, did I not say so? But do not expect blind agreements.

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[He winces then looks away.

...was that what he had been doing? Looking for an easy way out? He knew his mom wouldn't stop him, knew that he'd promised to tell her when she knew being saved would mean losing the memories of that night.

And he'd broken his promise...and that was before the Darklands, before Gunmar's return.]

...yeah. You're...probably right about that. And the longer I was hiding it from her...the less it seemed like...no. The more I convinced myself I didn't need to tell her.

[And then she started to make those paintings...

He looked back at Shen Qingqiu.] Do you really think... [No wait. He said, he should think for himself, didn't he? And anyway, he's made his stance pretty clear.] Telling her would be the right thing to do, huh. [It's not really a question at this point.] And apologizing too.

[ He is quiet as he listens to Jim piece together where he went wrong and how to fix it. His smile warms his face for the first time in a long time. Gentle, calm.

A small nod as he agrees. ]

You will have a lot of time to think about what you want to say and how you want to apologize while here. [ His hand reaches out to gently pat him on the head. ] I believe this will help to remove some of the weight you've been carrying on your shoulders.

...hopefully not too much time.

[Because you know. He has stuff to do...an incoming invasion to stop...a group of refugee trolls to find socks to feed...that sort of stuff.]

Thanks. I needed that.

This teacher is only happy to help.

[ Welp! His anger has faded and he is getting back down to deal with the apples that have rolled away from the sheet. ]

[...right. The apples. He crouches down to pick up the apples.

This was...certainly some first meeting.]

So...which district are you staying in?

[ .................

I JUST SAID A LOT OF SHIT IN A VERY SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME TO SOMEONE THAT I JUST MET! HOLY FUCKING CHRIST! I just went after his entire life! What the fuck?! What the fuck!! I have no idea what came over me! I can't believe this. I actually can't believe myself right now!! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! What the fuck is my problem!? ]

Bluo, and you?

[ Please don't come to egg my house. I know there isn't color, but I think that shit remains difficult to get off either way. ]

Me too. [Look at this smile, man. Does this look like the face of a kid planning to egg your house?] What are the chances, right? I mean, one out of three which...if I were better at math I could probably tell you something about probability but I'm pretty sure I'm only doing slightly better in math than I am in Spanish, so...

[He shrugs. Then, once the apples were all on the bedsheet again, he picks up two corners.]

[ Actually, at that reply, he looks around and realizes that they are in the Bluo district. He still is getting used to the area and being so fixed on Jim's story -- he just was oblivious to where they were. He just was oblivious and should feel bad.

But the smile makes him think he's forgiven for being a dumbass and also being considered well of? Really?? My kid, I just went off! OUT OF NOWHERE! Two corners picked up as he gets up. ]

Isn't it more complicated than that? One of three for however many people are present. [ Yadda-yadda. ] We will say the chances were slim and it's good that we are now district neighbors.

It probably is, but since this isn't a test you'll have to forgive me for not wanting to spend too much time thinking about it.

[He knows where his strength is...and it's not math.]

District neighbours...I like the way that sounds. Very friendly. [Hoisting up that bedsheet now! Wow, that's pretty heavy...but it's doable.]

So...where should we bury this?

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