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]

Of course we are. We'll save you too.

[fairwind]

I don't need it.

[awakenerd]

....All these cute girls scolding you and you can say that?

[fairwind]

Why does it matter how cute they are?

[awakenerd]

It doesn't. But they ARE really cute. I mean, look at them?

[fairwind]

I... yes?

[he's SO CONFUSED REAN]

[awakenerd]

[Cute girls, Thyme???]

Maybe I should have pointed out the cute guys scolding you? One in particular.

[fairwind]

[SIGH]

What made all of you assume we have that kind of relationship?

[awakenerd]

Having eyes, I'm pretty sure.

[fairwind]

It isn't that obvious!

[awakenerd]

It's pretty obvious!

How'd you guys get together, anyway?

[fairwind]

[Ugghhhhh]

...We were soldiers together. We just got close.

[awakenerd]

Yeah? What do you like about him?

[fairwind]

Why are you asking such embarrassing questions?

[awakenerd]

Why not? He obviously loves you to bits and I'm a romantic. I like hearing about such embarrassing things.

Like, what was your first date like, or does he do cute things out of the blue just for you? What's your romance like? Do you express it more with words or are you more the action sort?

[fairwind]

[This is not the way he was expecting to be murdered.]

None of that is your business!

[awakenerd]

Right but if I ask him he'll just get flustered. Should I ask him? What kinds of romantic gestures you do that make him blush?

[fairwind]

N-no! Stay out of it!

[awakenerd]

I'm asking him.

[He's asking him.]

[awakenerd]

Well he answered. Shouldn't you?

[fairwind]

[Hhhcdhjsrijvvj]

He's-- much more inclined to say that kind of thing!

[awakenerd]

Well, what are you more inclined to do? You can hardly leave him the only one baring his feelings.

[fairwind]

[Yes he can!! Except y'know. Instead he's being drowned.]

[awakenerd]

[Well, that works too...]