Who told you so, dilly dilly, Who told you so? ‘Twas my own heart, dilly dilly, That told me so.
ouch is one of the most intimate, romantic ways to be close to someone else. The Town knows this very well -- the Town wants everyone to be as close as possible.
Perhaps that's why this bonding is so...aggressive.
Because you're in for quite the shock on this otherwise peaceful day when you brush against the next person on your path.
Maybe you're going out of your way to touch people. Maybe you've got a terrible urge to just see what's lurking in someone's heart. Maybe you trip over a conveniently placed rock -- whatever the cause, you're getting an up close and personal look into someone else's heart.
Welcome to Awash's eighteenth 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!
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Among us mages, yes. But there are different kinds of magic as well. I also use healing magic, when others need my aide. Often times, here in Chroma, when a quest goes wrong, they come to me to clean up their mess, so to speak.
[Are the people here so incompetent at handling themselves that they must burden this noblewoman? But he senses no resentment from Maribelle, so he can only surmise that she's okay with this.]
If that is true, your skill as a mage and a healer must be considerable.
[They head into the castle interior. Fraying red banners line the walls, which sport signs of age and neglect.
No more than ten steps later, a woman's voice echoes in the hall, speaking in a practiced cadence that brings her sincerity into question: These halls have been dark without your unique fire to light them, my lord. His eyes narrowing, Berkut slows his pace.
[Oblivious to Maribelle's distress, Berkut resumes their march. The castle, however, seems all too aware as the voice continues mere moments later: Master Jedah honors me. Yet I hear he has not done the same for you.]
Again . . .
[On his end, Berkut doesn't miss a step. But he must consider the noblewoman beside him.]
My lady, it may be some time before the voice ceases. I advise that you pay no heed to that woman's words.
Then let us be going, lest we be made to hear more nonsense.
[For her sake (and his), he walks with long strides. The creeping voice offers no more, seemingly satisfied with the apprehensive silence it has left behind in its wake.
That is, until they turn the corner, at which point a man's voice rumbles: What a most distressing turn of events.
[The rest of the way is fairly short, given their pace. Soon they reach an entrance that seems to plunge straight into darkness, with not even a speck of light in the distance to light the way.]
This is it. The flames must have went out some time ago.
[Upon taking this path, they'll quickly start to feel as though they've been walking without making headway.]
Be calm, my lady, and let us return to the castle.
[He turns around with the intention of leading them back. After a while, he comes to a sudden stop. They've walked long enough to be back where they started, yet here they still are—and the longer they stumble in the darkness, the more apprehension wraps around them like a heavy cloak.
Berkut exhales, clearly agitated.]
How can this be?
[If nothing else, the darkness seems to whisper this into their subconsciousness: they're alone with no way out.]
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ouch is one of the most intimate, romantic ways to be close to someone else. The Town knows this very well -- the Town wants everyone to be as close as possible.
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I've heard stories of mages in another continent who use tomes like yours. Is it common practice?
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[A small joke.]
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If that is true, your skill as a mage and a healer must be considerable.
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[Liar, she loves to brag.]
I have studied and practiced it since I was young, all to aide my people.
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[Giving Maribelle a nod of approval, he glances around the wrecked courtyard. For a moment, he's quiet.]
I cannot imagine finding an exit here.
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[And the last, he swears to himself.]
The only other way to leave this castle is . . . No, I doubt that way remains intact if this is what the surface looks like.
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We must head down to the basement. If it hasn't collapsed, there should be a tunnel . . . This way.
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[She follows, keeping her head held high.]
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No more than ten steps later, a woman's voice echoes in the hall, speaking in a practiced cadence that brings her sincerity into question: These halls have been dark without your unique fire to light them, my lord. His eyes narrowing, Berkut slows his pace.
He cranes his neck toward Maribelle.]
Did you hear that?
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The voice makes her stop, and she looks to him for confirmation as he asks.]
Indeed I did... It appears we're not alone. Be on your guard.
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Are we truly not alone . . . ? I have heard those words before, nor do I see that woman anywhere.
[The voice had been too clear, too close to have been from the far distance. Yet, aside from Maribelle, there's no one else in sight.]
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[fuck if this place is haunted she will be incredibly unhappy, she inches a little closer to him]
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Again . . .
[On his end, Berkut doesn't miss a step. But he must consider the noblewoman beside him.]
My lady, it may be some time before the voice ceases. I advise that you pay no heed to that woman's words.
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[LIES, SHE'S SO CREEPED OUT, CAN THEY GET OUT HERE ANY FASTER]
After all, I don't know the people or the context. Why, I may as well be deaf now.
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[For her sake (and his), he walks with long strides. The creeping voice offers no more, seemingly satisfied with the apprehensive silence it has left behind in its wake.
That is, until they turn the corner, at which point a man's voice rumbles: What a most distressing turn of events.
Distressing, indeed.]
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K-Keep going, don't pay it any mind! Onward and forward!
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[The rest of the way is fairly short, given their pace. Soon they reach an entrance that seems to plunge straight into darkness, with not even a speck of light in the distance to light the way.]
This is it. The flames must have went out some time ago.
[Upon taking this path, they'll quickly start to feel as though they've been walking without making headway.]
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... And ages!
... And ages!
... and... huh.]
... You're... certain, this was the right way?
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[They've yet to stumble headfirst into a wall. Darkness so pervades the hall, however, that they can barely see each other and nothing else.]
But we've walked for too long. As I thought . . . this may not be the way out.
[The farther they walk, the more they'll get the feeling that an increasing pair of eyes is watching them.]
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[He turns around with the intention of leading them back. After a while, he comes to a sudden stop. They've walked long enough to be back where they started, yet here they still are—and the longer they stumble in the darkness, the more apprehension wraps around them like a heavy cloak.
Berkut exhales, clearly agitated.]
How can this be?
[If nothing else, the darkness seems to whisper this into their subconsciousness: they're alone with no way out.]
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