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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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"Right! I'm on it!"
He leads Tonbokiri through a few more rounds of moving from hiding place to hiding place. While it's not a good thing, it is helpful that so many are still out in the woods, leaving their path clear beyond that first encounter with a passerby. It's all going so well until he sets out to find another bush or outcropping of wall or cottage turned just the right way to shield them and walks and keeps walking...
He looks less sure of himself than he has on this whole mission when he returns.
"The next place you can hide is way up there. Do you think you can make it?"
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It is slightly worrisome on this end as well, when Asano is gone for so long, and wearing that expression when he returns.
He nods confidently. "I can certainly make it there. The only matter is if someone comes. Keep watch and distract whomever comes near."
And without hesitation he starts sprinting up the road.
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OK, his experience with naked running men is zero, but it seems like it would slow someone down!
Keigo does his job, regardless of any stray thoughts, staying back and remaining on the lookout for anyone walking by who might catch Tonbokiri. He's not sure what he's going to do to distract them if they do show up, but he'll deal with that when it happens. Yelling always works for him when he's trying to get attention.
Luck - and a largely deserted town - remain on their side and Keigo meets up with Tonbokiri at the hiding spot.
"Do you think you can make the run for your house from here? I can go ahead and make sure Maribelle isn't there!"
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He is relieved, for everyone's sake, when the way remains clear.
"The final obstacle." This is a serious mission, and it shows in his expression. "Take no chances, Asano-dono. Check every room." He nods in the direction of the house. "I shall keep watch that no one enters in the meantime."
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It's a very specific mood.
At the house, he searches every single room, just like he was told. There's no sign of Maribelle or of anyone else dropping by for a visit. Tonbokiri is free to return home and get some clothes.
It's a much more cheerful Keigo that returns to report on his findings.
"She's not inside. You're safe!"
I'm distressed that I missed the notif for this for a week. Sorry! ;A; let's wrap this up...
Tonbokiri can expect good news just from how Asano is carrying himself as he returns, and he smiles broadly at the confirmation.
"My deepest thanks, Asano-dono. I shall go at once." There is no point in having further conversation here when his clothing is mere meters away.
But as he starts moving towards the house at a light jog, he motions Asano to follow.
"If you have time, please allow me to further express my gratitude. Would you join me for a drink?" (He means 'of tea', but after this day he might do with something a bit stronger tonight.)
Whoops! I assumed you were busy with back-to-school stuff. But yeah, they're just about done here.
"I could use something to drink after all that!" Even if it's just tea. Becoming a tree and then walking all around the woods and then ninjaing is dehydrating work. A drink would hit the spot.
Hopefully after Tonbokiri puts on some pants.
There was for sure some of that too. ;;
Yes, after he is dressed.
Garbed in his proper dark yukata, he formally serves his comrade, and himself, a cup of macha. Yet other than that small bit of ceremony, he makes light conversation. The one who saved him twice over today deserves the best he can give.