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Event Log: Senses Fail

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Senses Fail event
Where: All over the city
When: May 14th-May 20th
Warnings: None

You wake up on the 14th, and something is different. Maybe it's something small - you can't smell anything, or your hearing on one side seems to be on the fritz. Or it could be something large and impossible to miss - you've gone completely blind, or you seem to be missing a leg. You've lost something, and no matter what you do, you can't seem to fix it.

Will you ever get it back? Probably, but it's impossible to be sure. And even if you're thoroughly convinced that this is temporary, that still means you have to figure out how to live like this for the next week. Even small things can be huge difficulties. Your sense of taste doesn't seem that important, until you accidentally eat something that'll make you sick. And sure, maybe you can figure out how to live without one hand, but what about when you wake up three days from now and you've also lost your magic?

Do your best to keep yourself calm, but remember: it can always get worse.

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[Ianchus is walking in a daze when something slams into him, knocking him flat on his back and forcing the wind out of him.

It takes him way too long to recover, and his first reaction is to shove whatever it is off him, anger and frustration momentarily taking over his emotions. But that's useless, of course, he might as well be shoving a wall. And then he realizes it's not a what, it's a who.]

--Ah. Ah, are you alright?

[Well, that sure wasn't one of his finer moments. Kain tries to roll aside when he's being shoved off, though that motion is kind of difficult to manage when his legs won't work properly. What a nuisance. He shakes his head, then turns that into a nod, not entirely sure how to answer at the moment.]

I'm fine... or I should be, in a moment. [Maybe. He hopes. He's really not too sure.] I apologize if I've caused you any inconvenience. Believe me, I didn't intend for that to happen.

Ianchus gives a wry smile. "I'm sure most of us didn't intend for many things to happen, the last few days. I don't hold it against you."

He frowns a little seeing how the man is struggling and reaches out, putting a hand on his forearm. "Can you move?"

If not, then they're stuck--there's no way Ianchus, in his condition, can push an armored man off himself.

Then again, glancing at the man's face there's probably worse to be pinned under.

[Kain grunts, attempting to move those legs, but it's no good for now. At least he has fairly decent upper body strength. Not enough to get up, but enough to start to pull himself aside. Slowly. He has no choice but to accept any help the other man can give though.]

I'm sure it's nothing. My legs are somewhat uncooperative, but... I'm sure it will be fine in a moment. Did I cause you any harm?

No, not at all, I'm...

[And Ianchus takes a moment to wriggle himself from under Kain. It takes a bit, even with the man's help, but finally he sits up, putting a hand on Kain's shoulder.]

Your legs? Is it--

[And a wave of dizziness rushes over him, as if he's been hiking up a mountain without food and water for hours. He sways forward, putting a hand over his own eyes.]

[Kain reaches out, trying to help prevent him from falling over entirely. It's clear that something is amiss.]

It's nothing. [He sighs, reluctant to admit that it's obviously not nothing. It takes him a moment to continue.] Well... Fine. It's something. But it seems I'm not alone in undergoing... whatever this is.

[Ianchus apologizes as he catches his breath, and then lifts his head, giving Kain a wry smile.]

Yes, it seems like whatever this is is getting to all of us. For me it's being unable to exert myself the least bit without feeling like I'm going to keel over. And for you...I suppose you can't get up?

[Kain glances at him for a moment. How is the population going to get by, when they're losing such essential parts of themselves? They're going to all be very useless before long. The gods have inconvenienced them before, but this is pretty ridiculous, even for them.]

I'm sorry, that sounds like a difficult position to be in. And I... Yes, you're right. I may be able to get up in a moment, but it's... not working so well.

[It seems it's gradually getting worse over time, in fact, a slow decline into... What? Is he really going to be unable to walk soon enough? Ugh, he hates this so much.]

[Ianchus hesitates and then stands up, offering a hand to the man. He's angry and feels defeated right now, but he might as well try. Even if it's fruitless.]

Let me try to help you up.

[As for Kain, he has no choice but to accept that help, much as he doesn't want to. He takes the hand and attempts to haul himself up with the man's help. So far, so... good. Sort of. Almost. His legs are definitely wobbly and weak, though.]

Well... that's... better than nothing. I can somewhat feel them, anyway. Perhaps enough to make it somewhere else, as soon as possible.

[Ianchus barely manages to stay standing--in fact, once Kain is up, he drops to his knees, his head bowed in exertion and mortification. It's not that he's some sort of superhuman, but he has been able to drag another man up a mountain and catch his breath soon afterwards. Now...

He manages to lift his head slightly, giving Kain a half smile.]

Ah. Good luck, then.

[Kain is little better off despite how he talks, but he's stubborn about this whole thing. He sways a little on his feet, grasping toward the other for a moment as he tries to stay upright. Ugh, this may not be so possible alone.]

What if we... try getting somewhere else together? Do you think that might be possible?

[Ianchus starts to laugh, realizes that the man is serious, and cuts it off. He takes a moment to gather himself and then stands, holding out an arm for him.]

We may as well try. I can't promise anything, though. Try not to lean too much of your weight on me, but. [And this time he really does laugh.] At the very least I'm comfortable to fall on.

[He's not trying to be cynical, the words just keep slipping out. But it really is worthwhile to give it a try. They both have nothing to lose but their pride, but Ianchus has never been concerned about pride, of all things.]

[Mostly, Kain hates to admit that he's not so sure he can make it anywhere on his own. If they're both miserably failing together out here, at least... he's not alone in that regard.]

I'll keep that in mind, and we can take it as slow as we must.

[He doesn't like being stuck in this scenario, but there's no choice except to deal with it, for now.]

But I'm going to try not to fall over, I promise.

[Ianchus laughs, then pulls himself up, putting an arm around Kain, offering for him to lean some of his weight on him. He's not sure how it will go, armour and all, but, ah. At least it's amusing.]

I appreciate the effort. Perhaps we'll manage to match one entire person with our abilities combined.

[He realizes he perhaps went a little too dark there, walks it back.]

May I ask the pleasure of your name? I am Ianchus Cepheos.

[It's better than nothing, Kain figures, especially since they're both rather off at the moment. He hates this moment of weakness that he's feeling, but at least he's not the only one. It's still annoying, though.]

Hmmph. Perhaps so. [But his comment is all too true, unfortunately. Kain attempts to keep as upright as he can, despite how difficult it is to use his legs.] I'm Kain Highwind.

[It's hard going. Kain can't use his legs, and Ianchus is weak, and the dizziness sets in quickly. He groans and squeezes his eyes shut as they shuffle.]

...I don't think we're going to make it anywhere but a bench, Kain Highwind. Would you settle for that?

[At this rate, they really won't make it very far at all. That's all too obvious. His legs are so... well, numb is the best way to put it... though it's something worse than that. He's worried, because while he's managing for now, the more time goes on... the more useless they're getting.]

[So he looks over and nods, aware that at this point they're both really struggling.]

That's fair. It seems... it's the most we can do, for now. [He makes a grumpy "hmmph" kind of sound.] How frustrating, to be this useless...

[Ianchus is too exhausted to really respond, but he does let out something like a very clear snort, his lip curling in a wry half-smirk. He's just as frustrated, of course, but sarcasm and an insufferable sense of humor is his weapon of choice in times like this]

There's one over there. [He jerks his chin at a bench a few feet away]
Are we taking bets on whether we'll make it, or keel over midway?

I'm willing to bet in our favor... it we're tough enough... surely we can make it...

[Though it's pretty tricky to even just stay upright, at the moment, so he may have been giving them both too much credit. Still, he keeps very, very slowly trudging along... The bench is so close! Yet it really does look incredibly far away at the same time.]

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