Event Seventeen.

[awashmods]

I went to the wood and got it; I sat me down to look for it And brought it home because I couldn’t find it.

he magical vines creep ever onward, slowly infringing upon the Town. No matter how many are chopped down, no matter how many are set on fire, they keep coming even so. And slowly, one by one, the people in the Town start to fall to the curse that they bring along with them. Stay and tend to the cursed? Venture out into the woods to find the castle at the source of these vines? Whatever you choose to do, you'd better decide quickly; the curse only seems to get worse and worse the longer everyone is afflicted. Welcome to Awash's seventeenth 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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[eusford]

[ He snorts. ] Makes sense... I never would have imagined your voice to sound like this, though.

[ He's honestly trying, but he wouldn't put it against Dextera to be on the defensive. ]

I thought idiots didn't get sick -- I still have some vials of blood from, though, so I should be fine for the time being. [ A pause. ] Is that why he's not here?

[passio]

[ dextera nods. he’s been trying to get guren back on his feet, but it’s hard when even he isn’t feeling very well. the only thing to do is to try to take care of himself so he can take care of guren in turn. ]

…

[ he glances up at crowley—would be glancing up at him from almost any angle, really—and watches his face for some sign. ]

Do you feel… all right?

[eusford]

[ He blinks thrice, a little more than just taken aback by Dextera's question. ]

I feel just fine. Why do you -- [ It then hits him. Yes, it's understandable to be a little skeptical considering his attitude in the past, and it's unlike someone to simply change over night. Especially when they've basically had the same personality for over eight hundred years now. ] I'm not trying to pick any fights, y'know.

[passio]

…

[ dextera shrinks a little, at that, because he feels called out by crowley’s tone—maybe the question was unreasonable. maybe he should take crowley at face value. ]

I’m not either. I’m sorry. I meant everything I said to you, before.

[eusford]

[ Crowley is nothing if not honest, so of course he meant every word when he said he would be more considerate towards Dextera. Arguably one of his better qualities, he recognizes, and a core trait he's kept an iron hold on throughout the years of being a vampire; more so a gentle reminder of who he was when he was human. ]

Me too. [ His lips press together, pausing briefly. ] So you don't have to listen to me any, but you're... free to ask me for help. I'm at least a decent enough lapdog when someone gives me something to do.