Event Log: A Hope for the Future

[hadrielmods]

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.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
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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.

Comments

[atravellerwithabow]

[Nil's reaction to her sudden presence is instantaneous, but slightly dulled by the lack of any sensation of being in immediate danger. He has a hand on his knife, the hilt loosed, but he doesn't draw it.]

Then I'm making it just as obvious as I intended. [The man drawls out in a low voice, tilting his head to cast his gaze sidelong at her. He drops his hand from his weapon, and loosely folds his arms instead.]

Gatherings like these make people careless.

[whip_poor_will]

[It's been a long time since Ravine has ever felt physically threatened by another person. Today is not that day.

[Regardless, she doesn't mind it when she is able to elicit nonviolence in others. She may be a tall and imposing figure, but she wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone the unsuspecting living.]

I do not blame you. People in a crowded setting like this, drinking and partaking in their own selective diets... There's bound to be some need for muscle.

[Shrug.]

[atravellerwithabow]

I'm not here to protect anyone.

[Does he look like some kind of bodyguard? He's giving off the wrong impression, if that's the case. The fact is, should something happen, he'd relish the combat before he would ever think of deliberately looking to save lives.

It's not a complicated mindset. He doesn't know why people have such a problem with grasping it.]

But, sadly, no one here is a viable target for me. I don't think I'll remain here for too long.

[whip_poor_will]

I did not claim that you were, only making an observation that you look as though you're ready for a fight.

Regardless, I doubt that you would find much a challenge among drunks and revelry. Just a thought.

[Take it for what it is, man.]

[atravellerwithabow]

[Nil only lets out a slow, wistful-sounding sigh. He hasn't had much of any kind of challenge while he's been here, save for the once a month occasions when new people arrive. Even then, it's the monsters he finds himself shooting at, not the people.

It's really not the same.]

Not one that needed putting to words. [He comments in return, tilting his head slightly as a nearby group erupts into laughter.] And nothing truly meant by a need for muscle, in that case. Unless you misspoke.

[whip_poor_will]

I did not misspeak at all. Some people simply need a beatdown when they get rowdy. And you've certainly more muscle than I.

[More of a jab at the fact that she doesn't have any physical aptitude without a body, rather than her lithe build. But not many would take notice at first place without touching her

[Someone else who tried to throw her down learned that the hard way.]

[atravellerwithabow]

[Ah. That does make Nil smile. It's a subtle expression - a tilt upwards of one corner of his mouth - but it's most definitely there.]

That could be a reason to stay a while longer. [He muses, glancing up at her.]

You don't look like one who would have much trouble with it, yourself.

[whip_poor_will]

[Subtle happens to be Ravine's forte. But then, one may as well call her a cheat for having a leg up on most people, being psychic and all. One would be surprised what situations in which she doesn't need to be.

[She flashes a smile of her own.] Perhaps, although I tend to stay out the conflicts of the living.

[It's almost a shame, given her size.]

[atravellerwithabow]

The living? [Now, colour him curious. When he looks up at her this time it's as if he's paying attention to her for the first time, rather than engaging in idle chatter because it happens to be going on next to him.]

It must be an interesting world where the dead have conflicts. Where I come from, they've no concerns at all.

[whip_poor_will]

That you would know of. [Ravine doesn't speak for all worlds, but she does make a point that there is much that the living don't yet know about the dead.

[Or even the dead themselves, for that matter...]

The two don't often intertwine. I am but a link that holds the chain.

[atravellerwithabow]

[Nil doesn't argue, but considers what she says and then shrugs.] Fairly put. I've no quarrel with the dead, as long as they don't pose the same problems they did while they were alive.

[And as far as he knows, no dead person has ever risen in the Sacred Lands or Sundom to terrorise the local populace. Then, it would become his problem, and only if there were some sport in it.]

Are you some kind of priest?

[whip_poor_will]

[The question almost sounds like a joke to her -- "is she a priest"... Ravine actually laughs this time, shaking her head.]

Hardly, I always tried to stay out of things like that even when I was alive!

[Despite her upbringing and where she was born. Faith matters very little to her now.]

[atravellerwithabow]

[He smirks minutely. The matter of faith, in that way, is something that Nil can relate to well enough. He turned his back on the Carja, the Sundom, and everything that came along with it so many years ago that it would take a pause to remember just how long it had been.]

A wise choice. [Priests. Both sides of the coin is the same stuffy nonsense. In the end, the only religion Nil needs is the final breaths of each person he sinks an arrow into.]

Then what are you.

[whip_poor_will]

[Ravine would like to agree. It was the other nobles that were taken by her people's captors that seemed to be more inclined towards that kind of thing. Back then, she was Yehudit. Now, she is something else that needed a new name.]

To put it simply, I help send the dead to where they are supposed to go. Spirits that tend to linger too close to the living have a way of becoming trouble.

[atravellerwithabow]

[It still sounds like some kind of religious thing. He'll take her at her word when she says that she isn't a priest. What she actually is isn't becoming all that much clearer, but Nil has time to listen.]

Fascinating, really, but what you do is answering an entirely different question.

[whip_poor_will]

That is because what I am and what I do are two very closely related things. I am quite dead myself, you see.

[Or perhaps he doesn't, but it also doesn't take much convincing for anyone to figure out that she isn't exactly on the same level of flesh and blood as they are after that.]

[atravellerwithabow]

[He lifts both eyebrows at her, but declines to take the 'not the question I asked' argument any further. Besides, she's given him something far more interesting to focus his attention on.]

Is that so? [It's not that he doesn't believe her outright, but...] Then it's the first time I've seen a dead person speak.

[whip_poor_will]

You and most others, it would seem!

[She's way more peppy about that than anyone has any right to be.]

Many cultures have different names for people like me. It is difficult to stick to just one.

[atravellerwithabow]

[Very chipper. Something odd about that, given the topic of conversation in general, but he'll take it.]

And if a culture has no name for you, what would you call yourself?

[whip_poor_will]

[Sigh.

[She gesticulates dismissively, clearly not a fan of the answer she's about to give.]

There are many who would simply have us called "Death". As in, with a capital D. [In case the enunciation wasn't obvious.]

[atravellerwithabow]

... Huh.

[He doesn't appear fazed. Nil watches as a small group of people drift close, then move off again.] Fascinating. You're one of the more interesting people I've spoken to so far.

[whip_poor_will]

[The corners of her mouth prop into a faint smile.]

I would argue that I am actually quite boring, compared to most people here.

[atravellerwithabow]

A matter of opinion.

[Because he's been watching these people for at least an hour, and so far none of them have done anything particularly interesting.]

You can call me Nil.

[whip_poor_will]

There is truth to that, I suppose.

[After three thousand years, you tend to form varied opinions from others, and she has seen a little too much to be surprised by anything anymore.]

"Ravine" is the name I go by these days. A pleasure.