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Event Twenty-Six.
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I serve the man for centuries. I give you food, I give you wood. I give you shed, I hold the soil under your feet. | |
Welcome to Awash's Twenty-sixth 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! | |
t's a calm, quiet, peaceful morning. It's still dark, the birds are still not even singing... and creatures, slinking and furtive, sneak into Town to drag friends, loved ones, and enemies alike away.
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he was quite bad off, but a few tears on his trunk helped restore him to his human state. he doesn’t think that works for everyone, though—he’s heard conflicting stories of what will and what won’t succeed, and the only one he’s experienced seem hard for him, too. he can’t cry on command. ]
…
[ a shake of his head, and he moves his hand to touch cairngorm’s “hair.” ]
I don’t know.
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I'm immotral, so if I turn into one of these... [ Who knows what will happen? They could get stuck forever. Still conscious, too, maybe. That is a fate worse than death to them, and they're rightfully afraid. ] ...Can you see those pieces of me? Over there.
[ A few yards behind where they are, one of their legs is laid in the colorless ground, only the ankle showing symptoms of the transformation. Further behind it, the other, rooted into the ground and only the very top still clearly made of crystal. ]
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…yes. [ cairngorm’s color, the glint of their crystal, is easy to pick out, even amidst the trees. ] Do you want me to…?
[ dextera doesn’t know if he can reattach them, or even if that’s what cairngorm wants, so his question goes quiet. ]
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The progression stops on the pieces I break off— that's why that leg is still in tact. Putting it back on will make it change more.
[ Their original idea had been to cut out the infection to save the majority of their body, but that backfired quickly when they realized that it just caused the wood to start growing on the more vital parts of their body earlier than they would have originally. Currently, there are only two ways they think they can avoid the full effects of this curse. ]
...I want you to tell me how deep we are in the woods right now.
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We’re… really deep. The dryads dragged everyone far in.
[ the colors of the trees have been the only guide for intrepid rescuers. ]
It’s maybe a few hours of walking.
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...I won't make it that far.
[ Before the curse overtakes the better portion of them; perhaps most importantly, their head. It's grown across one side of their cheek and ear, but has yet to overtake the rest of their face and neck. They speak with a firmness that's heavy, regretful. ]
Like you said, I'm too heavy to carry like this. [ Their eyes meet his over the space between them. ] Just my head, though... you could take that alone out of the forest.
[ That had been their only idea other than dragging themself out of here; getting someone to take a piece of them back to town. The curse will stop progressing on that piece, and the cure might be found to heal it... then they could just be reassembled later, if everything went well. The odds are slim that everything would work out in their favor like that, but they're running out of options. ]
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still, for cairngorm, he will try. ]
I can.
[ dextera’s other hand touches cairngorm’s cheek, then moves to the line where their jaw meets their neck. does he have to shatter them? can they do it on their own? ]
Where…? [ to lupin? that seems worse, somehow, than anything else. ]
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There's a house in Flavo... with "tulips" growing in front of it. [ He must know what those are, right? Or, maybe he already knows where their house is. They aren't sure. ] If you bring it there, it'll be safe.
[ Their eyes slowly move down his arm, expression relaxing more despite the heaviness of the topic. ]
Do you have something to break me with?
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I can break you with my purification.
[ putting a little power into his hands means that he can probably cause a fracture along cairngorm’s neck, and from there, it won’t be difficult to carry their head, otherwise unmarred, back to the town.
it just won’t feel good. ]
Are you… ready?
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What doesn't sit as well with them is the question; they're not sure as ready as they can feel about making the decision to go into unconsciousness indefinitely. There's a huge uncertainty on how this curse will affect them in comparison to their human counterparts; if they'll even be able to be restored ever after this. If that's the case, then Dextera is the last person they'll ever speak to.
They're afraid. ]
...Yes. I'm ready. [ There's a shaky sigh, one last look towards Dextera before they close their eyes. ] If I can't come back, I want to tell you— thank you...
[ For once, they do without the roundabout diversions and shyness in the face of closeness. He's always helped them a lot, hasn't he? Even now. ]
For everything.
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[ they will come back. dextera knows they will. the town wouldn’t treat them differently, after it’s been so equally hard on all of them. cairngorm may die, but they will return—and yet, the fear squeezes dextera’s heart. it’s the same twisting, guilty sickness that always rose to his throat when he wrapped his hands around his old comrades’ necks, as if the pressure was doubling back on him.
naturally, tears drip from his eyes, onto cairngorm’s crystal face, but it’s an empty kind of cry. his body is just pushing them out, in stress. ]
You’ll be fine.
[ because dextera needs them to be. then, his hands glow, and he’s able to—crack! ]