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Event Log: The Hope of a Child

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the The Hope of a Child event
Where: All over the city!
When: January 23rd-Feb 1st
Warnings: Youths

By now, the gods have probably done enough weird crap to you while you're asleep for you to be a little suspicious- but it's not like you can just not sleep, especially when there are a few supernatural forces making your eyes droopy and your body feel heavy.

And now, when you fall asleep, you'll wake up somewhere else and you'll likely have quite a different temperament- you'll be younger, maybe a little more naive and innocent, and you won't exactly remember all the wild stuff that's happened to your adult self. Maybe now you'll be a little more trusting and emotional, hm? The gods could definitely use a little boost in power, and what better way to do it than to harness the power of overemotional kiddos!

Or maybe you aren't affected at all and find yourself surrounded by youths. What are you going to do when your best friend doesn't know how to cook for themselves? Or your bitter rival is throwing a temper tantrum because they broke their favorite toy? Nobody asked for this kind of responsibility, but think about what would happen if nobody was around to take care of these babies...

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[Those crackers look pretty good.

By which Kravitz means they look disgusting, but he's so, so hungry. He has no idea how to make food for himself, and he's not used to just eating whatever he can find to get by, but he's beginning to reach that stage. It's gross.

He's realized by now that approaching Taako is basically opening himself up to being bullied, but he heads over anyway, hands tangled together behind his back.]

Is there only crackers and stuff in here?

While fairly impassive when grown, this younger version of Glacius actually gives a small start when this... person addresses him, taking a little step back before managing to lock himself in place. He hadn't been expecting one of them to turn to him, and now he's suddenly wondering if he's made a mistake, if he should turn around and run before this outsider tries to hurt him...

But where would he run to? He has no idea where he is, and he hasn't seen even a single one of his people here. He has to try and be brave, and so he peers up (way up) at the woman. Another pink-skin, like the man he met earlier, and she doesn't seem to be angry or sly. Perhaps he can trust her.

So he gives a very tentative nod, not quite able to muster up more just yet. Everything about this situation feels very uncertain and he's still not sure if he should be ready to bolt at a moment's notice, but he wants badly for this to be fixed and for everything to go back to normal, so he's willing to stick around should someone seem interested in helping him.

「Hmm!? Is she for real? He takes the dagger, hesitance showing.」

... But I don't wanna hurt you.

[Glacius is... admittedly not entirely sure how qualified he is to handle children. While he does alright with his own species, who trend towards being naturally quiet and calm, they are still small and often confusing, and the rambunctious sort that he's seen from other species are a little more confounding still. It's hard for the stoic warrior to know what to do with small beings that possess so much energy... but he is gentle and he is compassionate, which will hopefully serve him well.

It's that compassion that draws him over to the source of the wailing immediately, despite the fact that there are surely other people around who might be a bit more used to dealing with children. Glacius approaches slowly, not wanting to scare the young elf any more than he already seems to be; he even hunkers down, trying to look smaller himself.]

I can help you, yes. I can numb the pain and have a good friend who works in the clinic and can patch you right up. What is hurt?

[The last thing he's expecting is a set up-- trickery and dishonesty are other qualities discouraged in his species from a young age-- but it's also not something he'd really have to worry about anyways. He doesn't have a bag on him or pockets to pick, just two hearts sometimes too big for his own good. Perhaps the elves can find a way to play off of that instead.]

[oh he's gonna say it]

You don't wanna test me, kid. [yes he's younger shut up] I've got nothing to live for, I'll do it.

[all he does is make a fist, though. He'll fight before he'll pull off a grenade]

You can forget all the things you learned. That's kind of getting dumber, right?

Dissect, you know - taking a body apart to see what's inside. [he should not sound so eager to do so]

No. I'm looking. What are you doing in a tree?

Even in all those heavy clothes? [you'll forgive him if he's skeptical.

Law owes this kid nothing but he lingers at the edge of the pool anyway, hands in the pockets of his jeans. Just in case.]

[He still looks like a human, mostly, and he's a little shy, but at least he doesn't try to hide. Even if he does answer more in the direction of his feet.]

Swift. I can't find Cobweb. Do you know where he is?

[The dwarven girl takes another step back, narrowing her eyes.]

You're lying! I don't know you, who put you up to this?

The singing does nothing but irritate the disheveled dwarven child in near-rags, who knows little of happiness or comfort or a full belly, for that matter. When she's up a tree to get a better look at her surroundings, she scowls as he scrambles up the one she's using.

"I was here first, knife-ear!" She aims a kick, trying to get him to at least keep his distance.

"Humans don't want to help, they just want to tell us their chant." Aren frowns in confusion; good bread, no strings, how is she supposed to deal with this? It's something entirely outside her line of experience. But her rumbling stomach has her taking a bite out of the bread before too long, unable to resist.

[She smirks briefly as her impulse was met with success, though it settles into a scowl soon after.]

Why're you wearing such nice clothes, knife-ear? You'll get in trouble for stealing them, you know!

[It makes sense for her own world, where elves are servants and nothing more. Not that she's met many, but she creeps around and listens to what the adults are saying.]

"They haven't so far." Says the kid who has barely gone through puberty. Not a retort, he's still polite and respectful of the adult who is much bigger than him and probably does know better. But bad habits, he was getting into them.

[Barry is elated.

He's never been happier.

His whole body feels weird and light and warm all over, and as he watches the elf wander off, his stomach feels all fluttery, like it's full of butterflies. It's super weird, but... good. So, so good.

The dreamy expression on his face doesn't quite fade when an unfamiliar voice cuts through his reverie. Who's this? The taller boy addressing him seems kinda haughty - but then again, so was the cute elf girl, and she's wonderful. For once, Barry isn't discouraged by the stranger's tone.]

I'm Finbar. Who are you?

Now the twelve year old looked like he was about to cry. He couldn't do this without Cal. He wasn't sure who he was without him, his entire self image was based on him. He couldn't go it alone. Oh god was he hyperventilating? He wasn't too concerned about not getting the cigarettes and the alcohol, if Cal wasn't there what was the point? There wasn't any. His life was nothing without him.

The kid was struggling to hold back tears. Dammit he was old enough to not cry right? At least in front of strangers.

"....But I can't do this without him." Do what? Anything.

[Will didn't drop the scalpel but brought it back toward him and put his empty hand over his face. Oh no did he just hurt someone! She sounded like a real person....but did that really mean anything? He really didn't want to get eaten.]

I'm sorry! Are you real? Like...you're not going to hurt me?

[The house he woke up in didn't have any of the drawers or jars labeled, so Barry had been pretty nervous about helping himself to any food in case it belonged to someone else.

But a growing boy has to eat, and after a day, the weird fruits in the cabinets were just much too tempting to leave alone.

Now when he goes out to explore the city, Barry makes sure to bring enough snacks with him to last a hot day in the suns. Weird almost-apples, almost-pears, almost-but-maybe-not-quite-lemons, all kept in a little drawstring bag at his side. After a couple hours of traipsing through the streets, he slips into a seemingly abandoned shop in the shade, looking for a cool and quiet place to chow down.

He's pleasantly surprised to spot a familiar face in the shop. It's the cute elf. Barry beams. Play it cool, kiddo. Be smooth. You got this.]

Hi! Um! W-Want an apple??

[The smoothest.]

[Because the answer 'because my grandmother is kind of a bitch' isn't an appropriate answer, although at least here not liable to get him harassed by a herd of cows or turned into a pretty peacock feather. Instead, he tried to go with a more neutral answer]

Clearly you and I have different grandmothers.

[Will got ready, smiling at the little tot. At least he wasn't getting into trouble when he was listening to songs.]

This works a little better when you have actual armor on.

[he started the song, it's a weird stupid song that goes through different parts of armor as grandma puts them on, and Will points to each part where the armor would be as he goes.]

Still, I must watch where I'm going. I apologize. [ She fidgets a bit, seeming a touch anxious. ] I hope I didn't damage your doll.

[ Truthfully, she's a little jealous of it. Dany has no toys of her own, and now that she's... somehow somewhere that isn't Braavos, she's a bit lonely and afraid, too. ]

Not at all. Really, I do-... apologize. [ The end of her sentence is slower as she catches sight of the other girl, a stranger with beautiful hair and a tear-streaked face. Dany wavers, and then asks: ] Are you all right, my lady?

[ She seems very sad. Alone, like Dany herself. ]

May I help you, somehow?

[It's weird, being alone. Sure, sometimes his mom has to travel for work, but Barry is usually left to hang out with the teachers at his school, or the clerics at the local temple. Being all alone like this is a little scary.

Apparently he's not the only one who's a little anxious to be alone. He looks up from the pebbles he's playing with as soon as he hears a voice calling for someone, then spots the elf girl as she peeks her head in through the door of the shop, looking around.

He feels bad for her. It's no fun being alone and scared. So he nervously pipes up:]

Y-You looking for somebody? Can I help?

[Did he ever take that hat off? How long had he had that hat? And what would it take for the fashion police to come and take him away? Sure, Will probably had no room to talk, but he was pretty sure if Aphrodite or his dad could come over here and redress him, they probably would. Will looked more amused and happy at the idea of being threatened by a child. It was almost like home.]

With what?

[Will asked, bow by his side, backpack on a shoulder. He was just grateful this kid didn't have a flamethrower with smiley faces on it. The world only needed one Harley. But if he did have a weapon, well, he wanted to know that too.]

I can help you. [ She reiterates, full of sympathy for this clearly-distressed child. ] I'm sure that your mother is safe.

[ "A pretty lady with long, purple curls." It doesn't sound familiar... but, then, she hardly knows everyone in Hadriel. ]

If you like, we can look for them together: the mansion and your mother. [ A mansion is almost definitely not a feature in Hadriel, though, and she may have to break that to him sooner or later. ] What is her name?

[Temperance likes things most kids her age don't: math, science, and animals besides cats and dogs. She's used to being by herself in school and pretty much everywhere, so being in some weird city with two suns and no air conditioning doesn't change much about her lifestyle. In fact, she likes that she has the freedom to explore all she wants.

She's on her way down to one of the temples when she hears some scrounging around. Slowly, she heads over, excuted to find out what creature or person might be there, and oh my gosh it's a small bipedal lizard collecting shiny things the way magpies are said to do!! Quick, does she have something shiny? She pats her pockets-- aha! cool pen she got at the pharmacy last week.

Okay, Tempe. You got this.]

Hi, would you like this pen? [She holds it out to Alphys.] it has five different ink colors in it. Red, blue, black, purple, and green.

[It's really good for doing complex equations.]

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Event Log: The Hope of a Child

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