EVENT: ORIGIN'S ORIGINS (Aftermingle)

[fairwind]

Who: everyone
When: Day 32, morning
Where: the clearing

[As the final session of exploring the town ends, it's getting close to dawn.

There's a break of about an hour, while the explorers return, licking their wounds. Then, a flash of dark, violet sparkles, and a petite young man with many many wings appears, standing atop the train.

Some of you have heard his voice before, speaking of justice in Trials. You might've heard about him, and how there's "something wrong with him", too. This is The Angel, and his wings are dyed a deep black, with feathers falling out in a sickly way. He doesn't look too pleased, but he also doesn't look like he's about to attack.]

So, you searched. What did you find out? I want to know if you really think this universe is worth saving.

If it's not... Then there's no point to your existence, is there?

[Well. He's not attacking yet, anyway. He is taking a moment to gesture at your deertaur companion though -- a wisp of black wind is pulled out of his mouth.]

I'll give you one chance.

[At least your dead companions are safe? They're waking up now in their rooms, none the worse for wear. But they remember dying, and they have a deep sense that they've seen a kind of void no person should ever look into.]

Comments

[awakenerd]

I'm serious. You're remarkably oblivious.

[bad_crowmance]

How do you figure that?

[awakenerd]

[Just. Gestures at Naeva and Eliza.]

I don't think we're the only ones who like you either, by far.

[bad_crowmance]

Haha... Guess I underestimated 'em.

[ That's putting it mildly. ]

[awakenerd]

You think? Put a little more faith in people liking you.

[bad_crowmance]

Yeah... I don't really have much of a choice now, do I?

[ It's not the worst thing. ]

[awakenerd]

Nope.

[Suffer being liked, Crow Armbrust!]

[bad_crowmance]

Well...

[ He closes his eyes and drops his face back into Rean's hair. ]

It's not the worst thing.

[awakenerd]

No. It's not.

[Hugging him tightly.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow's returning the hug, maybe not quite as tightly but it's definitely a firm grip. It's nice and he needs it more than he's willing to admit out loud.

But then again, Rean can tell. ]

We should check out your hot springs in a bit.

[awakenerd]

[He can hold Crow indefinitely, watch him. He doesn't want to let go anyway.]

Yeah.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Good, they're both in agreement right now. Though maybe Crow will be embarrassed later by how uncool this is. ]

Good. I'm staying over at your place tonight.

[ He probably shouldn't just invite himself??? But he is absolutely inviting himself. Rufus doesn't get a say. ]

[awakenerd]

Good.

[That means he doesn't have to insist.]

That sounds good. I don't want to lose sight of you.

[bad_crowmance]

Awww, I like your face too.

[ He's not sorry he's like this. ]

[awakenerd]

[Sighs in fond exasperation.]

Crow...

[bad_crowmance]

Rean!

[ He sounds completely unapologetic, murmuring into Rean's hair. ]

It's a really nice face.