hadriel_logs | 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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O-oh. ( a moment's hesitation, because whoever this is could pass for aranea's little sister — from the familiar silver of her hair to the shape of her eyes, the way she speaks — and prompto has to snap himself out of it before he starts mentally listing down all the ways the stranger could possibly be related to her. ) Okay, I mean, it's just that I saw you had a - ( he gestures, vaguely and a little awkwardly, at his own face where the girl's bruise would be. ) If you need an icepack or somethin', there's a clinic around here that might have one.

( her comment about not knowing anybody or anything about her whereabouts doesn't go unnoticed, either. ) Are you new here?

This? [ It's a little surprised. Maybe he just doesn't know much about getting hurt? ] Nah, it's old. Doesn't hurt unless I poke it, so, you know... I don't poke it.

[ And she grins at him, pretty pleased both with her own joke and the fact that she's at least been spotted by someone who seems pretty okay. ~~And cute, did she mention cute?~~ So she nods easily when he asks if she's new, even if she does give the area around them a dose of the side-eye. ]

Guess so. I don't even know how I got here. I'm still like fifty percent sure it's a weird dream.

Right. Okay. ( now he feels a little silly for overreacting, a somewhat sheepish grin spreading across his face, but hey, at least she's fine and just lost like the rest of them. ) Yeah, I know how that feels. Think it's the same for a lot of folks who show up here. Apparently we came through the Door that just sorta spits us out right into the middle of the colosseum? Don't think anyone's figured out a way to get back out, though.

Edited 2018-01-31 16:31 (UTC)

[ Aaaaand she's gone. It's one thing for him to be cute, but then he grins that sheepish grin and it feels like a moment of connection the way dumb little things do when you've barely hit your teens. Her chest goes a little tight, her stomach feels fluttery, and the tips of her ears start to shade red as she looks down at the battered toes of her boots. ]

You're nice, [ and it's quiet, way more tentative than anything else she's said so far. Her hands slip back into the safety of her pocket before she chances another look up at his face. ] I don't remember any door, though. Or a colosseum. I was just kind of... here.

Ah - um. Thanks? ( 'you're nice', she says in a much softer tone that she used before; prompto isn't sure how it's possible to feel even more embarrassed, but he does, and it knocks a tiny little awkward laugh out of him as he rubs at the back of his neck. ) Anyway, the door isn't an actual door, it's just a... thing. Like a portal or somethin', I guess. Maybe it decided you were special and dropped you off in the middle of the city? I've only just got here recently so I don't really know how that works.

Maybe.

[ It's loaded with doubt, because what she's thinking is I'm not anything, though. But Aranea knows enough to know that's not this kind of thing you can just say to people - they'll either tease the shit out of you or decide you're having some kind of self-esteem thing and make it all weird.

But then he keeps talking, and that's much safer territory. He's new too, so that's something in common - and something she can make a joke about. ]

You too, huh? Well, don't worry, new kid. You stick with me, I'll keep you safe.

[ She's laughing as she says it, in a way that makes her nose crinkle as reaches one hand out to shove him lightly (although maybe less lightly than she plans) on the shoulder. And meanwhile her brain supplies AAAAAAAH you touched him ohmygod. ]

Probably! I mean, we've got no other explanation but Iunno if it's really that important, anyway? Don't sweat the small stuff. ( her shove is a playful, familiar thing, calling forth memories of prompto's days on the road that seem so far away now despite his only being plucked out of his world a few months back, that his graceless chuckle turns into a warm, full-bellied laugh as prompto gives her the thumbs up. ) Sweet. I'm counting on you, then!

[ It's not that she's forgotten that the situation she's in is totally fucky. It's just... well, she's always been able to get by on her own, so she knows from experience how much better it is when there's someone around who you can call a friend. So she grins at him, the fact that he's rolling with it at least momentarily more important than her blossoming crush, and plants her hands on her hips. ]

If we're gonna be partners I should probably know what to call you. I'm Aranea.

( well, how about wiping that smile right off his face. the gunner's always been bad at masking his emotions despite how much effort he puts into it, and the shock of this might as well have been a sledgehammer to the gut.

maybe he heard wrong, though. can't hurt to ask. ) U-uh. What? Sorry, didn't catch that.

[ oh.

She doesn't know what she's done, but the change in his face is immediate and obvious. It's enough to dial her own smile back down to something small, artificial and self-protective. Her hands slip back into her pocket, weight shifting to one foot. ]

A-ra-ne-a. What, you have a shitty ex with the same name or something?

[ 'cause she'll find her and kick her ass, don't think she won't. ]

( how could he have missed this before when he'd been staring her in the face this entire time? he would smack himself in the face for missing it earlier, but that would mean having to explain himself and that's a conversation the blond isn't really willing to get into at this point.

aranea hasn't recognised him at all, which means not only has she been reverted to a teenage form of herself, but her memories have also been tampered with yet again — a realisation that makes his skin crawl, considering he'd been sure they had left that sort of thing behind them.

bewildered as he is, prompto shoves aside any questioning thoughts that arise for the time being; he's not going to push it unless he has to. ) No, it's just — I do know someone with the same name, s'all. Not an ex, though! She's cool. You're cool, too, so I guess it's a name reserved for only the ones who deserve it.

Event Log: The Hope of a Child

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i can never remember which spelling of colosseum to use

me neither tbh

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