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 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.