Event Log: A Hope for the Future

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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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► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► 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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[pocketspa]

[It's very rare that someone makes Taako look impressed, but for a moment there, he raises his eyebrows like he's genuinely interested in what Edgar has to say. He has certain appearences he needs to keep up though, so the face melts into looking smug.]

Oh, well so-rry not all of us just, uh, HAD roses to do that shit with me. In addition to being a bomb ass wizard, I'm also a master chef, homie. I can make fuckin' anything edible.

[abbatis]

I assume you have other kind of flowers you could use while cooking. Herbs surely, right? [Edgar keeps pressing on, continuing with a light sound of tease in his words. He doesn't aim to make him feel embarrassed but he's definitely not going to listen to him brag like that either.]

In that case. [A charming smile spreads to his face and he takes one rose out of his bouquet, offering it to him.] Here is one for you.

[pocketspa]

Oh please, I'm not some scrub who doesn't use seasonings. What about master chef didn't get that one?

[But... oh, huh. That's. Hmmm. Taako quirks an eyebrow, but takes it from him, a bit of a grin on his face.]

Jeez, homie. Smooth moves. You'd almost think you weren't givin' this out as food.

[abbatis]

I try not to speculate anything unnecessary.

[And Edgar mirrors him, raising a curious eyebrow to match his. So that's what he's getting out of this? Flirting hardly was in his interests, no that was more of Allan's thing, but teasing and charming in other hand?]

You can take it as you want. Sign of admiration, appreciation, inspiration, token of a friendship. A gift is a gift.

[pause.] Homie.

[pocketspa]

[He snorts in laughter, grinning wide and a bit wicked.]

Catchin' onto the wording there too, my dude. Far as I'm concerned, this seems like you're anglin' for something.

[Gifts to him are dubious, expectant. People give because they want something, and Taako wonders what he wants. It's not always tangible.

He looks at Edgar over the rose, batting his eyelashes once.]

Unless you're lookin' for something else to eat.

[Oh Taako, if only you knew who the fuck you were talking to with that phrase.]

[abbatis]

[Edgar laughs, too, and shakes his head in amusement. But his voice is much softer and almost coy compared to Taako's.

Oh. If he only knew. The bowl of cold blood has never seemed less appealing to him as it does.]

I'm not looking for anything. [His bright blue eyes raise up to meet his again, giving him almost fawning look. Shy and daring at the same time like there's a secret want glimmering in them.] But I don't oppose to 'something else' either.

[pocketspa]

[One eyebrow raises over the rose, which he finally brings down from his face. Swinging his long hair over his shoulder, he gently nudges it into his braid, letting the bloom sit at the top. The braid only starts midway down his back, so it ties over where his hair falls loose into order. He seems pretty pleased with himself, at least. The spectral hand that was holding his food and drink places it down on a nearby table, and dispells itself.

You've got his attention now, buddy.]

Alright, gift taken, my guy.

[He steps forward, closing some space between them.]

Sounds like you have something in mind.

[abbatis]

[Edgar stays put holding his own massive rose bouquet against his chest. When Taako moves he only arches his neck a little, leaning his head back and looking up to keep the eye contact. The height difference between them becomes very clear distinct when they're standing close like this.

But that doesn't bother Edgar a bit. The charming smile and eager gleam in his eyes remains just the same, although for a quick moment his focus drops down to the almost lucid hand that disappears just as fast as it had appeared. How delightful! Now this is something he'd like to know more about.]

I wonder if I should call you Princess Rapunzel rather than wizard. Or can I have you real name?

[He continues, batting his eyelashes a bit. The niceties are just part of the act he's pulling. Of course he doesn't really need to ask his name. Taako and his twin had been quite loud and clear on the network after all. But something tells him that such flattery and interest will melt him like a butter.]

I'd like to see what more can you do. [He says, sounding almost bashful when admitting it.] If you like I can also show you a trick.

[pocketspa]

[Wow Edgar, you really know how to play 'em. Taako's smile is wide and toothy, letting his hair stay over his shoulder with the end of it tied down at his thigh.]

Can't believe you haven't heard of me, frankly. Seeing as uh, I'm Taako? You know, from TV? Practically a household name in any plane.

[He does raise an eyebrow at the thought of tricks, though, enjoying that for once he's actually got the height advantage in this situation. Oh, tricks are the least of his repitoire.]

Besides, you wanna talk about tricks. Please. Probably been workin' on my biz longer than you've been alive.

[He reaches forward, brushing his fingers against Edgar's chin and leaning towards his face.]

But you can show me anything you want, pumpkin. And then I can give you a real show.

[abbatis]

I don't have a TV, not here or where I'm from. But surely won't forget you anytime soon now, Taako.

[Smooth one, isn't he?

For a quarter of a second, Edgar wonders if he should lean into his touch but decides against it. There is no warmth in him and the less he touches his icy skin the better. Hopefully he will stay distracted enough not to pay attention to it.

Without saying a word, Edgar takes another rose out of his bouquet and brings it between them, raising it high enough to be in the space between their faces.

He smiles and then one petal falls off, second and third following right behind. But then the remaining petals starts to dry up and the stalk curls up as the rose withers away. In just few seconds the flower has completely died, all petals have fallen off and the green part has shrink into brown twig.

Edgar just drank the energy in the rose.]

There.

[pocketspa]

[Most people might be disturbed by a colder touch, but it won't even catch up with him that something's wrong with that picture for a few more hours. He's slightly drunk and his usual flirting is also with a man who doesn't exactly feel alive, so nothing seems amiss. This is why you shouldn't flirt with strangers like this, Taako. You never know what you're getting into.

This is really only emphasized by the fact that this man withers a rose right in front of him, and Taako purses his lips with a squint.]

Y'know, when you're uh, gettin' all up close with someone, maybe showing them how you kill shit isn't a big turn-on.

[This is mostly how he deals with wondering if Edgar can do that to a person and then also putting that away in his tipsy brain, because y'know what, let's not do that right now.]

But if that's your party trick... what sort of thing do you wanna see?

[He'll lean in closer, get right up on that now dead rose.]

[abbatis]

It's the only trick I know. [Edgar says all innocent, sounding almost coy and shy. He doesn't say a thing about killing or death, actually he doesn't pay any attention to them even when he mentions them. It's all about staying alive, survival if you will, to Edgar.]

Besides, it's you who got all close. So. [Edgar drops the remains of the dried up rose and gently leans in closer too. He can feel Taako's breath tickling the ends of his curls and eyelashes. Same can't be said about him, it's not just the warmth missing from him but the breath and heartbeat, too.]

I don't know. I'd like to see what you're capable of. Maybe you'll know a 'trick' that's more appropriate to this situation.

[pocketspa]

[Man, the pressure's kind of on now. He needs to do something impressive-- problem is a lot of his spells were designed for like, killing shit. Not this sort of close quarters stuff, not the things that are actually cool. And if he starts lighting shit on fire, people are gonna get pissed and that's a huge mood killer. He needs interesting, but small. But Taako's not even remotely a small kinda guy.

He tilts his head to the side, and nabs a fork off the table. Alright. He can mix a few things.]

Check it.

[He flicks his finger against the fork, just to prove it's metal and pretty solid. Then, he draws a finger over it, and with just a second of green light, closes his hands over it and the piece utterly crumples like tin foil into his enclosed hands. He takes it from a dome, to pressing his palms together, and then opens them flat.

Sitting in his open palm is a large, brightly colored butterfly.

It shakes its wings once or twice in Taako's hand before fluttering up and starting away. And once it gets up above their head, it disappears, and Taako grins.]

So. Impressed?

[abbatis]

[The expression on Edgar's face remains the same: calm with carefully controlled anticipation just to keep up the mood. But underneath that he was eager, filled with fascination as he watches Taako to pick up the fork from the table. A curious brow arches up when it disappears between his closed hands.

But when the butterfly emerges his eyes widen and lips are softly parted from amaze. Yes, yes. He is impressed. Feeling lost with words he even leans closer to take a better look at it and the moment it gets up and flies, Edgar reaches for it with his free hand, trying to touch it before it disappears.

After it's gone he lowers his hand and looks back at him.]

Quite. What is it? An illusion?

[pocketspa]

[His grin stays, but it's less sharp at Edgar's wonderment. He really does like talking shop.]

Part of it. First's transmutation, generate the, uh, component energy for the illusion. I thought about just doing fireworks, buuuut this seemed more... intimate.

[He arches an eyebrow.]

Told you I was a bomb ass wizard.

[abbatis]

[He laughs at the description lightly. Intense is one word for it sure, although not one he would have used. But it is fascinating to hear mechanics behind the magic. In fact he'd like to hear and see more. Fortunately for him it looks like Taako is in love with his own voice that he most likely would tell him anything he wants. At least so far he's been giving him anything he's wanted.

And speaking of that...]

Hah. You sure did. Guess I should show you proper appreciation then, wizard.

[And with that he moves his free hand underneath his and gently lifts it up while also leaning down himself. He brings the hand up to his lips but just before closing the gap he turns it over, palm up and presses his lips against the skin on near the wrist.

It'd be a lie to say that this hadn't crossed his mind at all. The bowl of blood lies on the table next to them but it doesn't have any appeal to Edgar at all, not when there's warm and fresh blood running through wizard's body. His front teeth barely touches the skin but that doesn't stop him from tasting the blood. His cold fingertips were already manipulating the blood, making it to rush towards his lips where he could drain the energy.

It's just like what he did with the rose before.

The kiss is over just as quickly as it began. It's brief, harmless and most importantly: painless. There will be no mark on his wrist once he's done.]

[pocketspa]

[Admittedly, Taako isn't actually sure what Edgar is planning here. He doesn't know what he even wants out of it- a good time, something interesting, something new. But Taako is cautious, and impeccably good at survival- while his teammates have died closer to 70 or 80 deaths by now, his own number is barely scraping 20. For all the dangers he's encountered, if there's any way to live through it, he will.

So he's a little wary as Edgar moves, takes his hand, and watches maybe a bit too intently at the action.

But as soon as Edgar can see him again, his face is still smiling and lazy. Best not to let him suspect, after all, what kind of game they're playing.]

Wow, fancy moves there, slick. Good show of appreciation though. Into it.

[And because he won't bend over, he moves to take Edgar's fingers in his, brings his hand to his lips and gives it a little peck.]

Thanks for the trick, bubbleh. Hope I'll get to see more.