Event Log: The Hope of a Child

[hadrielmods]

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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Comments

[failtography]

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!

[unweaving]

[ 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.

[failtography]

( 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.

[unweaving]

[ 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. ]

[failtography]

( 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.