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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You don't toss pancakes.

[Said with all the sass and childish certainty that should accomplish such a statement. But he digs through the bag a bit more and looks up again.]

Put your hand out and I'll give you one.

[Ephemera snorts.]

Oh, you're a smart one.

[But he holds out his hand just the same. It's badly scarred and has tattooed rings on each finger. Once, being out without his armor would have made Ephemera tense and anxious. Now he's almost accustomed to it.]

You don't have to be smart to know not to throw food.

[But he sounds a little pleased by the comment all the same, digging out a pancake and handing it to Ephemera. Although he backs off again afterward, it's slower rather than immediate, and he's asks a question curiously--]

What happened to your hand?

Smartass.

[He shrugs, biting into the pancake.]

Hnn? Lots.

[He gestures briefly towards his face. All the scars there. Sometimes they ache, but he's grown used to the feeling.]

Got more than I know what to do with.

[It's clear the first comment is meant teasingly and not insultingly, so Lance continues looking a little smug as he tries his own pancake. It's good, and immediately cheers him up a bit more, even at the answer to his question; he probably shouldn't have asked if he didn't want to think about the subject, but kids don't always plan ahead too well.]

They never um, went away? Or are they all recent?

Some of them went away.

[He's quiet for a moment, wondering how much to say. How much he should keep to himself.]

They fade. Some stuff doesn't. I'm not getting the eye back anytime soon. But the rest -- it's part of me now.

[He's quiet and thoughtful at that, but the honesty is beneficial in keeping him thinking about things realistically instead of depressingly. An answer that makes sense, even if it's not all sunshine and rainbows, means he knows what he's dealing with instead of his imagination taking over.]

That's um, what I've been told too. I guess.

[He doesn't really want them to be a part of him, but that's just how it is, and he refocuses on eating the pancake.]

[Ephemera hums to himself. CT would have known the right thing to say.

He sighs. Flexes his hand so Sweets can see the tattoos there.]

These are for my family. So I can always have them with me. I dunno. Having that made the rest of it easier.

[Lance leans forward a little to look, more curious and less cautious now, and the response doesn't necessarily cheer him up but it does lighten his mood a little.]

Huh. Maybe I'll get some cool tattoos or something too, when I'm like, old.

[Because he knows you need to be eighteen to get a tattoo, and that's super old, right?]

Yeah? Like what?

[Ephemera gives him a little smile, pulling up his sleeve a little to show off the barcode tattoo. Parts of it have been scarred over, but it's still legible.]

I've got a lot.

I don't know, I'm gonna have to think about it. Aren't tattoos all supposed to mean something?

[He considers the barcode tattoo curiously.]

Do they hurt?

They should mean something to you, [Ephemera agrees.] Even if you don't tell anyone else.

[All of his mean something.]

Some of them did, when I got them. But only for a little while.

Event Log: The Hope of a Child

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