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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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[Honestly, the twins have absolutely no idea what to make of the noise coming towards them on Hadriel's streets until it's too late to properly scout. Despite seeing the mopeds around, there was no real need to go after them or even try to see how they worked- they weren't helpful or interesting, so they weren't interacted with. But when one comes screaming around the corner, Taako just barely sidesteps, falling on the ground with a sharp smack directly on his ass. He wasn't hit-- really-- but damn, that sounds like a good excuse. The ol hit-with-a-cart routine. Y'know, just take them to the next town over, you did hit me with your horse. Except this time it's... whatever that was.

Bygones.

Taako gives a knowing look at Lup, clutches his stomach, and lets out an impressive, crying groan.]

What happened...?

[That knowing look is all she needs.]

Taako! Holy shit--!

[Lup drops dramatically to her brother's side, a small hand flying to his back to keep him propped up while she aims a glare at the unfamiliar boys in the moped. While he cries out in fake pain, she yells out after the kids.]

Hey! You jerks! You just hit my brother!

[They were rocketing down the street at what he was sure was something definitely close to Mach 3, minding their own business, when the pair of blondes stepped along the edge of the road. Nate grabbed Sam's jacket in shock, Sam swerved like his life depended on it, and the two of them narrowly missed clipping a slender figure in clothes that very much resemble Nate's own.

The screech to a stop several yards away, Nate casting a worried look over his shoulder. He didn't feel a collision, but it's worth checking anyway.]

I'm sorry! [He scrambles off the scooter before Sam can stop him.] We're sorry! Crap! Are you okay?

Shit!

[Sam veers sharply away from the two blondes, hands gripping the handlebars tightly as he tries to maintain control over the Vespa so they both don't go toppling over as well. As the tires skid to a rough and sudden halt, Sam barely has time to turn to ask Nathan if he's okay before his younger brother is off the bike.

After turning the moped off, Sam follows closely behind Nathan, the adrenaline and fear that he might have just killed somebody clouding the fact that he also didn't feel any collision. God, please don't be dead.]

Jesus, I'm sorry I didn't see you. Are you all right? Can you stand?

[Yes, they fuckin' bought it. Taako lets out another groan, leaning into Lup a little more in his best act of being pathetic.]

What was that? It was goin' so fast...

[He looks blearily back at the humans that have moved in, immediately sizing them up for any value.]

Were you guys on that thing?

Does he look okay to you?! [Lup snaps back, fierce while she hovers over Taako, letting his practiced groans steal the show. They just need to come in a little closer, to start sputtering their apologies while Taako works up some fake tears, and Lup can sneak behind them and get a clearer view of just what they're dealing with.

The boys don't look particularly wealthy, but if they managed to have one of those cool vehicles, they had to have something on 'em.

Or maybe Taako and Lup can just steal their moped and fly off down the street. She's good either way.] I think he might'a broke somethin'. But I'unno how to check...

[Take the bait, kids. Take it!]

Edited (HOW DID U DO THIS TO ME TRAITOR DW) 2018-02-28 05:03 (UTC)

[The boys are not particularly wealthy. In fact, they're probably in the same financial boat as the slender figures with long elf-like ears and surly dispositions. Nate stumbles to a stop a few steps short of them, hovering in something torn between anxiety and disbelief.

He knows they didn't clip anyone. He would have felt it.]

Well...can he move?

[Being cautious is something you learn when you're on the run and live on the streets for so long. It doesn't help that they probably have pulled cons similar to this one as well. So when Sam takes a step closer, putting himself between his younger brother and the twins, it's with some obvious concerned hesitancy.]

I don't see any blood at least. Where does it hurt exactly?

[It's so unfortunate that the twins have picked their human rogue counterparts to run this con on, because it would have worked on ANYONE else. Taako looks past them towards the moped, looking for something sticking out, and points vaguely to it.]

I think it was the thing stickin' off there... it hit my ribs.

[Bone damage is always a good lie, and with his arms pressed around there's no way to properly check. And if he needs to illusion a little blood, he needs to illusion a little blood. It'll work out. Just for posterity, he sniffles again, makes sure he's back to looking on the verge of crying.]

[They aren't swooping in as quickly as Lup would have hoped for, the older of the two giving the pair of elves a look that says he is just moments away from catching onto their con. They're gonna have to work fast then.]

Hey! I gotta get him to a cleric! Let us use your bike-thing. We'll bring it back when we're done. Promise.

The thing? You mean the handlebar?

[Nate inquires with no small amount of dubiousness, well aware that his brother - far more knowledgeable about this kind of situation - is stepping around him, a human shield. Almost instinctively Nate's thumbs loop in the arms of his backpack, a minor prevention against theft ingrained in him since he and Sam took to the road.]

You don't even know what it is, how are you gonna ride it?

[Sam glances back over his shoulder at the moped, briefly analyzing the distance they’d have to close to get back to it. With how bumpy the roads were, and how tightly he was gripping onto the handlebar, he definitely would have felt something if they did hit them.]

Yeah, you know what? I think I saw a uh—[what was the word she used?] —cleric’s office just back down the road there.

[He takes a step back, hopefully signaling to his younger brother to start moving towards the bike. He’s careful not to turn his back on them though. That’s how people get hurt.]

Pretty sure you’re not supposed to move someone after they get hit like that so we’ll bring the guy back to you, all right?

[If it was two tiny elves vs just Nate, they probably could've done this. He's just gullible enough to believe them, and if not, they could've wrestled him to the ground and taken his bike. But this older kid is a problem. This older kid is a real problem. Taako narrows his eyes a bit at him, obviously a little displeased but still trying to look in pain.]

Clerics don't have offices.

[He's also looking a bit towards Lup, like he's also realizing this isn't going the way they want it to.]

[No no no no! This is so not turning out the way that the pair of twins needed it too. The older kid was just too damn sharp, already onto them and far too suspicious to pull this shit on. They need to do something more drastic and they need to do it now.

Lup meets her brother's eyes, letting them linger on his for the briefest of moments, before she's turning back to the two boys.] Fuck it.

[Her dirty face squishes up under her intense concentration, mouth twisting and brows knitting together. To the boys, she almost looks like she's in pain, but then one of her hands is suddenly bursting into flames and that's that.]

Give us all your stuff or I'll roast you!

[Sam's step - it almost catches the toe of Nate's sneaker - isn't subtle. It's the same kind of silent gesture that indicated a need for a hasty retreat back in that little old lady's house, when she pulled a gun on them for trespassing. The kind of motion that means leave, pronto. Whatever Sam sees in terms of threats is what Nate trusts, and he grips the straps of his backpack that much tighter.

The other kids shift, glancing at each other, and Nate is just lifting his foot to turn and book it back to the moped when the girl swears and scrunches her face up. Nate's hand reaches for Sam's jacket, clutching, and then a ball of fire erupts into existence between her and them, balanced in her palm.

Nate's jaw drops and his voice cracks, unable to peel his eyes from the spectacle.]

Sam...?

[Punches and kicks they can handle. Guns they're used to, or as used to seeing them as any pair of kids can be. But fire erupting from some girl's hand?? That's new.]

Holy shit!

[Comes Sam's shocked exclamation, almost stumbling over his own--and his brother's--feet as he retreats back from the flame. Once he steadies himself again, Sam immediately reaches behind with one hand to grasp at Nathan's arm, keeping him close and ensuring that he remains behind him. The other hand he puts up in the air.]

Okay, okay, look. Just--just take an easy, all right?

[As he talks, he slowly starts shuffling back towards the Vespa, hoping that his words will be enough to distract the two from the movement.]

Look, we don't have anything valuable on us, okay? We're just figuring out where we are ourselves. So let's just--let's just talk this through a little bit, all right?

Edited 2018-03-17 18:41 (UTC)

[Taako scrambles to his feet, the con now entirely blown off, and grabs Lup’s free hand. He doesn’t have the kind of flashy magic she does- his right now is all in trickery- but that means he has the eyes and focus to plot their escape. Neither of them have any fucking idea how to drive that thing, and these two certainly can’t be trusted to chauffeur them around. But he wants something out of this, no matter how stupid it may be. And hell, who knows what they could pawn that thing for. So he points out their foot movement instantly, jutting his free hand out towards them.]

Stop movin’! I see you. If you don’t have anythin’… we want that.

[He shifts his hand towards the vehicle, not taking his eyes off the other two boys.]

[Honestly, that kind of reaction is just never going to get old. Lup lives for this shit.

Taako grabs for her hand and Lup's mouth twists into the smallest of smiles, her free palm held up higher as the flame burns brighter, hotter, dancing upwards.]

Tough shit. It's your own fault for trustin' us. We conned you so good. [She says, like they actually convinced the boys at all. But she's the one with fire at her disposal, so just try correcting her.]

Hand over your bike an' we'll let you go. No sweat.

[The fire was frightening at first, sure. He and Sam have every right to be wary of someone who can summon flames out of thin air. But Nate is also the consummate skeptic at the tender age of twelve, and spends the better part of his free time practicing magic tricks when he's not reading, or drawing.

Also, he's a child, and therefore a contradictory, argumentative little shit.]

No way!

[Nate snaps from behind the safety of Sam's back, peering around his side at them. The brothers Drake have yet to discontinue their not-so-subtle backtrack to the scooter.]

There's a lot back down the road full of 'em, so get your own!

[Nathan may still have enough of an adolescent innocence to not worry as much about flames shooting from someone's hands, but despite their foray into magic, Sam continues to eye that fire with calculated wariness, his mind whirling with options for their getaway.]

Yeah, you said you didn't even know what it was, so how are you gonna get out of here?

[Sam offers, hand still up, and the other still shepherding his younger brother away from them.]

Besides, roasting two kids? That's not exactly something you wanna have to deal with.

Hey! Stop movin'!

[Frankly, they seem completely unconcerned that they're implying murder here?? Add it to their growing list of crimes.]

We don't want one from a, another place. We want this one. With your stuff.

[Better find something to give them they like, or else.]

We're smart, duh. We'll figure it out.

[They may be literal children, but they aren't above setting other folks on fire if it means surviving.

... Or just like, getting a sweet bike out of the mix.]

If you have somethin' else you wanna trade, we may let you keep the bike, but it's gotta be good.

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Event Log: The Hope of a Child

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whoo boy sorry for the lateness!

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