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Event Log: A Hope for the Future

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the A Hope for the Future event
Where: All over the city!
When: April 15th-April 19th
Warnings: Stealth Rock

It's finally time to reap the rewards you've earned from all that hard work collecting and returning the Hope orbs! Be careful walking the streets during the small earthquakes, but feel free to admire the scenery as your beautiful city reassembles its way back into its former glory.

There are new houses where the destroyed buildings once were, and they're perfect for a single person or pair of lovebirds. In addition, you'll find that the electricity to these new houses, and all other homes and shops in the city is restored. The food is better, the monsters are gone- hey, this city might be livable again!

To cap it all off, we've got a feast waiting for you on the 19th! Come one, come all, and enjoy all of your favorite foods, drinks, and party games. It's been awhile since we've all gotten together to celebrate something good, so get your party on and toss all your troubles away!

► This log covers April 14th-April 19th.
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► If you get hit by levitating rubble or eat a food that wasn't meant for you, please let us know here.

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[Kelson didn't quite know what to say about that. It wasn't that he wasn't used to women being able to defend themselves, he was used to being around at least a few Deryni women who could easily kill with their abilities, but walking around armed was something completely different. Still, at least he was quite good at schooling his own expression to keep it off his face.]

You've been training? With what weapon?

[He was having problems with women wearing jeans. Women training with swords was going to be difficult. He wished Morgan were here, he'd know exactly how to phrase it so the lady wouldn't get offended. Or maybe she would. He knew Morgan kept his relationship with his lady wife sequestered safely in his mind, as it should be. But it meant he wasn't privy to that sort of thing. He looked over her dress. It was too bad it was so hot here, a wrist sheath similar to his would work well, and might not present as much of an overt challenge as a sword. And was much more lady like.]

They seem like good and honorable men. Are you certain their protection isn't enough? A beautiful flower such as yourself shouldn't have to walk around with a weapon.

[Nate inhales deeply, steeling himself for the reprimand he only sort of deserves. A guy tries to return a girl's medieval fantasy bondage equipment, and this is the thanks he gets?

When he gets a word in edgewise his tone softens, and he has the grace to look apologetic.]

Look, I'm sorry about your window. I'm actually surprised you didn't move after the fire. When I saw it happen, I was on the roof of the building next door - it was the easiest way in.

[Kaiba is surprised to realize that what he's feeling towards Atem right now is disappointment. The realization deflates him entirely. If he could be disappointing that meant he still expected something from him. Why did this disappointment hurt?

As always, he doesn't know how to deal with it. He just knew he had to leave. If he stayed another second he was going to punch him in the face.]

I accept. The title doesn't belong with a drunken fool.

[He locks eyes with Atem for a moment before turning away again for the final time. He calls back over his shoulder.]

I'll hold on to it until you're worthy of it again.

Edited 2018-04-20 20:54 (UTC)

「Drunken fool... It takes him aback for a moment, just to disregard it with a scoff. He expected more fire than that, but all he gets is this hurt face looking at him. He doesn't like it, but at least he doesn't have to hold that stare for long.」

You do that, rich scrub.

「The mocking tone wavers as he raises his glass at him. Not that Kaiba can see it anymore.

This is so not what he wanted... he didn't want to hurt him, and yet, his heart pounds furiously. He had to give it to him, only the CEO could do that to him. He doesn't dare to look up and see him leave.」

[ Curufin is mostly drinking, though he, too, is nibbling intermittently on whatever looks good. He'd certainly enjoy the waffles, that being the closest thing to the kind of grain product breakfast concoction that the Elves of his time would have eaten. I don't think they'd have invented the waffle iron, though. XD ]

[ He doesn't mind the personal questions. ] Yes, for home. The whiskey reminds me of those cold winer nights in my drafty castle, sharing a firelit dinner with my brother Celegorm and that huge intelligent genial wolfhound of his. Or else riding the vast windy plain we guarded to keep the enemy from intruding on our lands, stopping to camp and share a flask and a joke, to sleep rolled up in cloaks and blankets, hearing the howling of wolves in the distance, always on the alert even in our sleep. And the wine makes me think of those rare celebrations when all seven of us brothers were together, sipping the lovely sweet beverage of river-laced, green Ossiriand. We couldn't grow grapes in our territory, it was far too cold. So we had to import the wine up from the south.

[ He hands her a glass of whichever she prefers, the wine or the whiskey. ] And yourself, George? Does the food and drink make you nostalgic for your home?

Edited 2018-04-20 21:17 (UTC)

They have their alliances to maintain. Had to put on a show of force to avoid looking powerless. I don't blame them.

[No she totally does blame them and hates them lots, but she also thinks she understands why they sought vengeance for something that didn't involve them. All part of that strange social order they maintain, with rules of conduct and etiquette. It's awful. How can someone willingly live like that?

She sets her empty cup down as well and takes his hand. Envisions an area she's familiar with as far from here as she can safely accomplish, and in an instant they're at the edge of the city, away from the feast. It's open here, which has its downsides, but at least she can't see anyone lurking about trying to listen in. The cold and the darkness should keep most people indoors anyway, if they're not still enjoying the food. She releases his hand and walks through the strange invisible boundary between the city and the desert.]

Understand that I'm only showing you some of what I can do as a gesture of goodwill. Some with the power to heal do everything in their power to save everyone they can. You are not one of them, if you've killed as many as you say you have. But for all the hatred people have for me, it's probably worth knowing that I haven't killed everyone here, and I don't intend to, even though I could.

[Could she, really? Maybe. If she struck fast enough, now knowing there are people hiding among these humans who do have power that at least approaches hers. But if her little test demonstrated anything, it's that her usual connection to the Abyss is weak here, and the so-called gods do have some bite to them. She just had to push hard enough to find that out for herself.

Somewhere out in the deserts here, there are monsters she can demonstrate with. There's a cave entrance not far off, a jagged crack in the landscape where a pack of doglike beasts were keeping a den last time she was out exploring. She summons her rapier to her hand and as it materializes, she points it at the cave entrance. With a wave of her wrist, an image appears there, that of a small human child standing still, peering into the cave.]

Hello? [She calls out as if mimicking the lost creature, using its image as a lure, then turns to motion to Law, whispering now.] Back up. Over there somewhere.

[ Curufin decided not to expend the energy on donning finery for the feast, so instead he's neatly dressed in a pair of pressed jeans, polished boots, and a crisp light blue button-down shirt. But he's got his long black hair done Elvish-style, braided attractively though without ribbons or jewels. He has only one sapphire ring on his left ring-finger. He still looks Elvish, just. . . a very contemporary Elf.

He'd cheerfully share his share of the feast with her, but it's not much different than the meal she just ate. Their worlds and eras are both rather Medieval. But he does have a couple of glasses of alcohol to offer -- one is his own East Beleriand moonshine whiskey, and the other is a fine wine from Ossiriand. Both are high quality. She takes the wine (good choice!), and he toasts her with his glass. ]

Are you thinking of your own world, too?

[ Well this isn't a face he ever thought he'd see approaching him first. There's a good reason George hasn't seen him in awhile -- he's been specifically avoiding her ever since he came bearing bad news that she seemed to take out on him personally. Drake looks surprised for a moment at her approach, then recovers and offers a friendly smile. ]

Hey. Yeah, this isn't bad. Something for everybody. I did get warned off the Delight shots, though... Apparently the hangover is killer?

[ He wasn't around for the days-long party back when she was first resurrected, but he's heard stories. And doesn't feel like crashing quite that hard. ]

How've you been?

[fortunately, he's used to his own method of teleporting, so there is absolutely no twitch in his demeanor at their movement. Not so much as a blink. He takes her explanation with a silent nod and watches, a bit disturbed by the bait but aware that it's only an illusion. So far, lots of new and different powers. Fascinating.

But he doesn't obey the directive. At least, not right away.]

There's no need to be concerned for my safety.

[even without his sword, he can manage more than a few surprises. But, if it's to keep the demonstration effective rather than protect him, he'll edge to the side to watch.]

Suit yourself.

[Note that she backs up as soon as she sees one of the Varren approach the lure. Caedra knows the exact radius of the explosion she intends to set off and given her recently-obtained vulnerability to all sorts of things she's fairly sure the fire could kill her just as easily as anyone else here. If Law wants to get himself vaporized then that's on him.

How dumb are these things anyway? She's not sure so she recasts the child's image, now just out of reach of the creature. And while it sits there stationary - animation is just too much work - she gestures again with her rapier and mutters a phrase quietly in her proper tongue, replicating a scent these creatures are likely familiar with, one she knows all too well even though most humans can't even detect it. Fear.

It drives the alien dog wild, as it snarls and growls, and out from the cave pour another six of the things as the first one dives toward the illusion and gets a mouthful of soil. Caedra laughs at its blunder and waves, and the whole pack rears their heads, drooling with anticipation. They charge forward. She waits a few seconds to make sure they've all emerged from the cave.

Before they can split up and try to flank her, she whips her rapier straight up into the air and traces symbols that light up with green flame in its wake. The Varren stop dead in their tracks, transfixed by the light, watching Caedra's every movement as if they had suddenly become a trained army waiting on a command, unaware they're only waiting on execution.]

Nice, got them all! Did you see how hard that one hit the ground? It probably broke a tooth.

Missin' Chow Mien's gas station special. [She talks through slurping a few more noodles.] How much do you like Asian food?

Better safe than sorry! Do you want one? I can go get one for you. [He starts setting the extra items around him so he can dig into one of the parfaits first. One for before and one for after!]

[Sets the parfait he took and utensils down next to all of Mokuba's other food. If they weren't in public he would have been smiling.]

No, I have everything that I want.

[He never had much of an appetite, and didn't intend to have more than his single plate.]

Besides, then there'd be one less for you when you decided you need a third.

[Her repositioning makes him decide it might be wiser to pick a new watching spot, yep. He can be taught! He's seen the Varrens before, they're something he's fought more than once because they are pretty easy to kill, compared to some of the monsters.

Faceplanting aside, he nods his approval.]

Not bad. What was that last bit, do you have them under some kind of hypnotic control?

[She watches him from the other side of the table, eyebrow arched. She had been poking around a few items to consider for taking home, but his odd behavior was more interesting than figuring out what the various meats could be.]

Gettin' into some home decoration or have you got a sweetheart you need to butter up?

[She once lived in a tiny two-room with four other people; near collisions are a familiarity as is trying to avoid them. Girl hops a few steps back, smiling tightly to show no harm is done.]

You kept your grub on the plate, so it's not a big deal. [As good as all the sauces smell, she really doesn't want to wear any of it home.] And, hey. Your stomach, your choices. But if you ain't used to eatin' so much, you're probably gonna have a bad night after all that.

Yeah. It'll break eventually though, I can't hold them like this forever. Not that I need to.

[She stands up on her tiptoes for a couple extra inches of height as she triple-checks the distance. Yes. Safe enough.

She abruptly whips up her left hand and fires a bolt of crackling, twisting blackness at the Varren closest to the center of the pack. Immobile as the creature is, it has no way to escape the blast, and its packmates barely react as it cries out in pain while raw power burns into its body.

Caedra grins and twists her hand, brushing the thorned ring on her fourth finger with her thumb and before that black bolt fully disperses it erupts as if a bomb had gone off. The fire explodes in a sphere of awful radiance, enveloping the whole pack and much of the ground around them. And as it burns itself out over a few seconds' time, the remaining sparks of flame shed light on piles of ashes where the Varren once stood. Above Caedra, the eerie green light fades, leaving everything dark once again.

Idly she wonders how far the gods' power extends outside the city. Those dog things might not have had souls, but Law should. If she kills him out here, will his essence escape her grasp?]

Well, that was fun!

[Now that he feels...magic people have a strange way of registering with his haki, he knows there's power but it doesn't feel the same as a Devil Fruit user or mere strong fighter. Something like that pulses against his inner sense like a blast of Conqueror's haki.

Just. Damn.]

...I see. That's. Extremely effective. A bit flashy, though.

[that's right he's judging your magic]

Of course it's flashy, it's a demonstration. I can't really show you the subtler stuff, can I?

[She's just going to take it as a compliment even if he didn't mean it that way. A lot of what she does - what so many of the tanar'ri do - is flashy because it's frightening. The succubi and incubi are their manipulators, they're the ones who can sit quietly in disguise and turn a town inside-out without looking like they ever lifted a finger. Caedra likes flashy better. It's exciting.]

Besides, I never said I'd show or tell you everything. It's just a taste. You have to give me something if you want to know more.

[point well taken. Law nods, and then allows himself a smirk.]

Fair enough. I'll save that for when I have a need to know. [right now all he can do is either shock her or take her heart and neither would end well] But if you'll allow me...Room.

[it's enormous, maybe not city-covering but it does at least encompass their previous destination. Law reaches to grasp Caedra's wrist the same as she had done to him, and then flicks his fingers in a gesture. Back at the feast. There you go.]

I'd probably have to say I like it as much as the average guy. It's great for a night in.

So that would mean shaving then shops.

[Because all he's got here is more of the same that he's already wearing]

You ever shaved before?

[He knows girls shave their legs but he also knows girls who don't shave their legs so he's not going to just assume that one.]

[She does allow him. She had saved herself enough reserve power in case he had tried anything, so there's no need to be overly paranoid. His method of teleportation isn't one she's accustomed to, but she's pleased nonetheless and flashes a smile at him after the shift in surroundings.]

How kind of you to save me the effort.

[and all it took was trading places with two objects at the feast. He couldn't see what he shifted for them, hoping it wasn't something good. It's actually a napkin and a half-full plate. Maybe nobody will miss it.]

I do like to pay my debts. It leaves me with the potential to call in favors later.

[no cute talk about fairness and helping, nope. It's all about forging alliances.]

If by "these things" you mean forced cannibalism, not really. They tend to try to change shit up to keep us on our toes or whatever.

[She shrugs a shoulder, taking another long drink of her bourbon.]

One minute it's a week-long obnoxiously loud party, the next it might be a parasitic hellscape with monsters and nightmare fog.

[In a way she almost preferred that to the reverse version of Silent Hill, where everything became the Lisa Frank Experience. Rey will take killing zombies over that any day.]

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