OPEN CATCH-ALL for the rest of March (totally not late)

[tempredmental]

Who: Keith, OPEN
What: Catch-all for March... includes event prompts, siren mini-plot, TDM prompts
When: Mostly the second half of March, but also open to early early March, like the first few days
Where: Around Trench, Jumanji jungle, Catacombs, Moss King's Summer House

Content Warnings: Will note in tags

• Siren's Call
• Last Chance for the Carnival
• Jumanji
• Catacombs
• Moss King's Summer Home

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Comments

[survivalthroughhate]

All the more reason to get away from it.

[Maul says, still half-dragging Keith as he tries to get them to move further up the beach and away from the sound.]

No good is going to come of going out into the water. Mariana is a tempestuous Pthumerian at the best of times and anything that is out there in her territory should not be trusted.

[She may be Maul's patron Pthumerian but the Sith Lord doesn't trust her one bit. She's just as vile and self-centered as all the rest as far as Darth Maul is concerned.]

[tempredmental]

[The further up the beach they went, the less influence the song had. It was harder to hear, and soon Keith didn't need to be pulled away anymore.

He shook his head, rubbing his forehead as the influence of the music faded.]

Was that some kind of spell or something? [His head felt funny.]

[survivalthroughhate]

[Once they could no longer hear the music, Maul released his iron grip on Keith, confident he wasn't about to dash pell-mell back down the beach and into the ocean.]

I would assume so. That didn't work like the way mind tricks would with the Force. There was definite power in the song itself, something unnatural to compel people to do what they wouldn't otherwise.

[tempredmental]

It felt like... something was calling me... and I had to go. [He frowned, clearly trying to figure it out.] It was weird. [He looked back out to the ocean, but didn't get any closer. He hadn't liked that feeling at all, and definitely didn't want to experience it again.] Who can do something like that?

[survivalthroughhate]

No one that I know here. Perhaps it is a new creature out there.

[Considering the Pthumerians could do whatever they wanted, he wouldn't put it past them to create a new monster to torment them all.]

For now, I would stay away from the beach and tell anyone you know to do the same, at least until we figure out what is going on here.

[tempredmental]

[Keith forced himself to look away from the water and nodded.]

Yeah... yeah, I'll let people know. [He took a deep breath, shaking his head slightly to clear the last of the foggy sensation.]

Thanks... for your help.

[survivalthroughhate]

[For the first time, Maul looks a little off-balance and uncomfortable as Keith thanks him. He's not used to doing the right thing, especially since it mostly just happens on instinct for him. Maul doesn't know what to do or expect when that happens.

He shifts from one foot to the other and speaks gruffly.]

Don't mention it.

[tempredmental]

[Honestly? Keith kind of understood the reaction Maul had to being thanked, and he just nodded.

And with that, he'd sign off.]