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!
If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!
[She knows all the right questions to ask, doesn't she? Right, perhaps; but certainly not the best for Berkut, who doesn't want to think about that. Mercifully, the castle doesn't speak for him this once.
[With how sparse the furnishing is, it can easily serve as anyone's private chamber. He's not a materialistic person by any means. It's likely that the room doesn't see much use.]
There's nothing here.
[He's already halfway out the door. Kaoru, on the other hand, will notice a disturbance in the floor where the glass shards lie. The stone seems to distort until a single bloodshot eye opens beneath the broken glass, looking this and that way.]
[She almost turned around too but she thought she caught something from the corner of her eye and....
...uh.] Your highness? [She blindly reaches back to him, and if he's too far, out of instinct she will still pull on his sleeve a little with her power.] Is this supposed to be there?
[Much to his confusion, Berkut feels a pull on his sleeve. He's by the doorway, while she's on the other side of the chamber. Is this another trick of the heart? Frowning, he walks over to Kaoru and looks down.
The eye had closed in the time it took him to cross the room, disappearing from view.]
[...what kind of horror story set up was this!? Why did it disappear just as he got here!?
......oh my god. Is she turning into that character who first notices something weird in a horror movie who's killed off and serves as the first indication that something is wrong!? SHE REFUSES TO BE THAT TROPE. She's supposed to be the main character, damn it! She won #1 on the popularity poll, for crying out loud!]
[He understands that this place doesn't necessarily make sense, but an eye? What significance does that bear for him? They're just wasting time here, so he looks to the doorway, when the door suddenly slams shut on its own.
[i.e., no. He has clearly never heard of horror stories where the doors are possessed.
Walking back to the front of the chamber, he tries the door to no avail. On the third attempt, the slab of wood still refuses to budge. Berkut casts the door a deeply scandalized look.]
It seems we will need to find a way out of this chamber before we can proceed.
[The sizable window near Kaoru appears to be the most obvious choice, except it won't shatter under even the most extreme force. They're stuck with only a table, a bed, and dozens of glass shards between them.]
[And this was a place from his world. When he was done with the door, she discreetly waved a hand at it while he was pulling on it and...nothing.
That wasn't normal.
She definitely went to go check the window! Placing a hand on it and trying to shatter it. Glass was normally pretty easy. When she was younger, whenever she let her anger get the best of her windows were usually the first thing to break.
This feeling is familiar. The last time he'd been here in the realm of reality, he had felt as though the doors had begun to close on him. Grounded, in more ways than one. Yet, without the fresh heat of humiliation to fuel another outburst, he finds himself standing rather dispassionately in the middle of it all. He doesn't understand the point Chroma is trying to make.
And then, the same voice from before: You who thirst for power . . . Call to me . . . It echoes in the chamber, calling without answering.
Not knowing what to feel, Berkut scoffs.]
Is that what this is? Am I to relive the moment before I was spirited away to Chroma?
[Who would have the temerity to lock a prince inside his own room? Their heads would roll once he got out, and the deed would be done without an executioner.
Right now, his life is a horror story. It's strange, though . . . ]
Both times, you've heard it. Yet that makes little difference. Its identity still remains a mystery . . . Could it be another one of their tricks? [He exhales.] I care not.
[He must think. There are many similarities in the repeat event, but the scene isn't identical. For one, there's Kaoru. Berkut turns his head toward his shoulder.]
The chamber itself is the same. What's changed is your presence.
She puts her hands on her hips and considers the room, the furniture and the place where the glass is (where the eyes had shown up on the floor). She nods to herself like she's come to a conclusion.]
Leave him alone, you creepy stalker! Go find someone else to bother or find a hobby!
[Look. Insulting people generally did a good job making them show their faces.]
[What fresh hell is this? They're already in a frustrating place for him, and she feels the need to add to the humiliation with this childish backtalk? He cannot look at her right now.
But something did change. A sinister aura seeps out from the bed, around and under which are clumps of stray dirt. Beneath the covers, what looks to be the tip of a clawed finger sticks just barely out into view. Berkut, from where he's positioned, is unable to see any of this.]
When all else fails, go after their dignity! She was prepared to keep going when she spots the....yeah. This guy is definitely from some kind of horror series. No doubt about it.
She's not about to let this thing get away again though! She holds out her hand and tries to use her powers to take the covers clean off the bed.]
[Given that this is his heart, isn't she insulting his dignity by extension?
Berkut has no time to dwell on this thought. He snaps his head toward Kaoru at the strange exclamation, just in time to witness the covers snapping back to reveal the gray hand.
Of course, it's not just a hand. Attached is an equally ashen arm of disturbing length, and many more like it cover the bed in its entirety. Crooked fingers grope slowly at the air, searching for something to grasp onto while struggling to function at all. These are unholy, dying limbs.
That's definitely not how Berkut, who's rendered speechless, makes his bed.]
[....you know. She was expecting some kind of monster, but all those arms were even worse than what she expected. The covers remain floating in the air where she'd left it as she stared, equally speechless until...]
...I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt here and assume this isn't a special interest of yours.
[He'll kinkshame this particular fetish all he wants. It's wrong.
Berkut hasn't budged an inch.]
Remnants of a divine power beyond our understanding. I suggest that you keep your distance, unless you wish to be dragged down by them.
[The hands, at least, won't react until Kaoru comes too close, at which point they'll reach out to her with a vice grip. It would be best to do as Berkut says.]
[She definitely moves back when he says to. He's the expert here, after all.]
...a divine power? [She looks at the arms and then looks back at him as if to ask, what's divine about how this looks?] Aren't divine things supposed to be...glowy and pretty and pure looking?
I do not know. Gods and their divinity are of no interest to me.
[Yet here they are, trapped in a room with this mess. Berkut is unable to tear his gaze away from the bed out of deep-seated wariness for what might happen if he should dare to ignore what's there, even for a second. But the hands don't seem as though they'll be moving about anytime soon.]
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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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He grits his teeth. That maggot.]
Alm. The leader of the so-called Deliverance.
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[Different worlds, man. She has no idea who that person is or who the Deliverance are!]
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Why does that matter? He's just a . . .
[Berkut trails off, too upset to explain. If she persists, it's clear that he'll walk out.]
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But she doesn't say that and doesn't push. She all but promised she wouldn't. If he doesn't want to talk about it then they'll find another way out.]
I see. [She says instead and nods like he had explained everything he needed to.] So...this was your room then?
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[With how sparse the furnishing is, it can easily serve as anyone's private chamber. He's not a materialistic person by any means. It's likely that the room doesn't see much use.]
There's nothing here.
[He's already halfway out the door. Kaoru, on the other hand, will notice a disturbance in the floor where the glass shards lie. The stone seems to distort until a single bloodshot eye opens beneath the broken glass, looking this and that way.]
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...uh.] Your highness? [She blindly reaches back to him, and if he's too far, out of instinct she will still pull on his sleeve a little with her power.] Is this supposed to be there?
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[Much to his confusion, Berkut feels a pull on his sleeve. He's by the doorway, while she's on the other side of the chamber. Is this another trick of the heart? Frowning, he walks over to Kaoru and looks down.
The eye had closed in the time it took him to cross the room, disappearing from view.]
There's nothing here.
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......oh my god. Is she turning into that character who first notices something weird in a horror movie who's killed off and serves as the first indication that something is wrong!? SHE REFUSES TO BE THAT TROPE. She's supposed to be the main character, damn it! She won #1 on the popularity poll, for crying out loud!]
There was an eye on the floor!
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An eye? What nonsense. There is only glass.
[He understands that this place doesn't necessarily make sense, but an eye? What significance does that bear for him? They're just wasting time here, so he looks to the doorway, when the door suddenly slams shut on its own.
No matter what they do, it won't open.]
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[...she assumed Berkut came from a period drama like setting but could it be that he's from a horror series of some kind?
Because that door suddenly slamming shut certainly seems to indicate that!]
...please tell me that door always does that.
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[i.e., no. He has clearly never heard of horror stories where the doors are possessed.
Walking back to the front of the chamber, he tries the door to no avail. On the third attempt, the slab of wood still refuses to budge. Berkut casts the door a deeply scandalized look.]
It seems we will need to find a way out of this chamber before we can proceed.
[The sizable window near Kaoru appears to be the most obvious choice, except it won't shatter under even the most extreme force. They're stuck with only a table, a bed, and dozens of glass shards between them.]
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[And this was a place from his world. When he was done with the door, she discreetly waved a hand at it while he was pulling on it and...nothing.
That wasn't normal.
She definitely went to go check the window! Placing a hand on it and trying to shatter it. Glass was normally pretty easy. When she was younger, whenever she let her anger get the best of her windows were usually the first thing to break.
But still nothing. She took her hand off it.]
The window's no good either.
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This feeling is familiar. The last time he'd been here in the realm of reality, he had felt as though the doors had begun to close on him. Grounded, in more ways than one. Yet, without the fresh heat of humiliation to fuel another outburst, he finds himself standing rather dispassionately in the middle of it all. He doesn't understand the point Chroma is trying to make.
And then, the same voice from before: You who thirst for power . . . Call to me . . . It echoes in the chamber, calling without answering.
Not knowing what to feel, Berkut scoffs.]
Is that what this is? Am I to relive the moment before I was spirited away to Chroma?
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[Are you sure you didn't step out of a horror story, Berkut? She's getting kind of worried, here!
She comes closer to him and subtly moves so they were covering each other's backs.]
...also, if they wanted you to answer maybe they should have tried to sound less creepy.
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Right now, his life is a horror story. It's strange, though . . . ]
Both times, you've heard it. Yet that makes little difference. Its identity still remains a mystery . . . Could it be another one of their tricks? [He exhales.] I care not.
[He must think. There are many similarities in the repeat event, but the scene isn't identical. For one, there's Kaoru. Berkut turns his head toward his shoulder.]
The chamber itself is the same. What's changed is your presence.
[So do something. Anything.]
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[But what should she do...?
She puts her hands on her hips and considers the room, the furniture and the place where the glass is (where the eyes had shown up on the floor). She nods to herself like she's come to a conclusion.]
Leave him alone, you creepy stalker! Go find someone else to bother or find a hobby!
[Look. Insulting people generally did a good job making them show their faces.]
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What are you doing?
[What fresh hell is this? They're already in a frustrating place for him, and she feels the need to add to the humiliation with this childish backtalk? He cannot look at her right now.
But something did change. A sinister aura seeps out from the bed, around and under which are clumps of stray dirt. Beneath the covers, what looks to be the tip of a clawed finger sticks just barely out into view. Berkut, from where he's positioned, is unable to see any of this.]
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When all else fails, go after their dignity! She was prepared to keep going when she spots the....yeah. This guy is definitely from some kind of horror series. No doubt about it.
She's not about to let this thing get away again though! She holds out her hand and tries to use her powers to take the covers clean off the bed.]
Psychic Reverse Tuck In!
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[Given that this is his heart, isn't she insulting his dignity by extension?
Berkut has no time to dwell on this thought. He snaps his head toward Kaoru at the strange exclamation, just in time to witness the covers snapping back to reveal the gray hand.
Of course, it's not just a hand. Attached is an equally ashen arm of disturbing length, and many more like it cover the bed in its entirety. Crooked fingers grope slowly at the air, searching for something to grasp onto while struggling to function at all. These are unholy, dying limbs.
That's definitely not how Berkut, who's rendered speechless, makes his bed.]
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...I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt here and assume this isn't a special interest of yours.
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Special interest? . . . That is the work of unholy magic. It has no place here!
[Get out of his bed!]
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She finally drops the covers on the floor and slowly...inches closer to the bed.]
...what are these things?
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Berkut hasn't budged an inch.]
Remnants of a divine power beyond our understanding. I suggest that you keep your distance, unless you wish to be dragged down by them.
[The hands, at least, won't react until Kaoru comes too close, at which point they'll reach out to her with a vice grip. It would be best to do as Berkut says.]
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...a divine power? [She looks at the arms and then looks back at him as if to ask, what's divine about how this looks?] Aren't divine things supposed to be...glowy and pretty and pure looking?
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I do not know. Gods and their divinity are of no interest to me.
[Yet here they are, trapped in a room with this mess. Berkut is unable to tear his gaze away from the bed out of deep-seated wariness for what might happen if he should dare to ignore what's there, even for a second. But the hands don't seem as though they'll be moving about anytime soon.]
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