hadriel_logs | Event Log: Keepsakes

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Keepsakes event!
Where: All around the city
When: October 15th-October 19th
Warnings: A bunch of random crap.

Well, Hope and Delight are messing with the door again, but at least this time dragons aren't involved, right? This attempt goes a bit better - sure, no one gets sent home, but if everyone will just look under their seats, they'll find a FREE [INSERT SOMETHING YOU MAYBE DIDN'T WANT AT ALL HERE]! Awesome! So nice! Yup, throughout these few days people will be finding things from home - something they loved, something they used all the time, something they hated, something they totally forgot they even had. All sorts of cool stuff!

Well, they might not actually find it. Their neighbor might, or a complete stranger. And who knows where it could turn up? At the park, half-buried? In the Silent Hill zone, kept safe by a horrifying monster? Or hey, maybe in somebody's underwear drawer. Awkward. Better try to find your stuff, or find the owner of whatever weird crap you found. It could be something important.

► This log covers October 15th-October 19th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
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► If you somehow manage to die in this event, please let us know here, and also what the hell?

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He didn't answer right away--he wasn't sure if it would make it worse. But did that really matter? He was supposed to help people. And he could forget later. Next time he'd be prepared for it, now that he'd had a taste, now that he knew what to expect.

So after a few moments, he just shook his head.

"Yes. But that doesn't matter. I can find it again. If you still need me."

"Thank you." Flick tried to collect himself. This was his fault really. Not Pell's, not Cole's. Now he had to take care of it. He could dissolve into a pile of tears later. He did his best to shove everything aside, but he couldn't, not completely. There was too much pain and the memories were still too fresh. Stagnant.

Giving Cole a kiss on his cheek, he reached over and took the knife. He needed to get rid of it. Really this time. Or give it a new purpose. It wasn't the knife's fault.

Flick went inside the house he shared with Pell, picking up the statue of Aruhani that his friend had dropped. Aruhani. He stared at it for what might have been a long while or only a couple seconds, he wasn't sure. Maybe it was fitting, he find this now. What had Lee told him? Aruhani was displeased with him. Why wouldn't he be? Turning his back on everything he discovered and everything he was.

He was done being afraid and tired of being pushed around. Maybe it was time to let this go too. No, that could wait. Flick needed a clear head to think about it, and another clear head to listen. Right now, his friend needed him.

"Pell?" Flick asked the room quietly.

Pell is indeed in the house, and his room. It's dark, shades drawn, but there's a glint of something silvery moving. As Flick's eyes adjust he'll be able to see Pell sitting cross-legged on the bed, his braid undone, running a brush over his hair. Mima's, as found by Emily earlier that day. It doesn't give him much comfort to do it himself but he's pretending as hard as he can that he's back in his family's little farmhouse late at night, gossiping with his sister. Back when he and everyone he's come to know was still safe.

He glances up when Flick calls him, eyes shining in the dim light.

"It was because of me. That's why you left Saltrock, too, isn't it? So anything that happened to you is also my fault. And I know something did. I know you've been hiding terrible things from me." Another stroke with the brush, and his voice softens. "Did you ever find my family, Flick?"

"No," Flick shook his head, moving to the bed to gather Pell in his arms the way he used to when he was still human, the way he'd hold Lee when she was upset.

"It's not your fault. I make my own choices Pell. I chose to leave Saltrock, Orien's death may have made me realize that sooner than I might have otherwise. Don't you see, Pell? You were like a pebble thrown into a lake. The ripples touch everything, set things into motion, but that's not the rock's fault. It's not your fault. "

He took a breath, steeling himself. He would not be afraid. "I have been hiding things from you. Horrible things. And they did happen because I left, but because I left, some good things happened to me too."

Flick took the brush Pell had been running through his hair." I found your sister. And your brother Terez. Actually, I've been living with Mima for the past eleven years."

"Then who threw the rock in the lake? Thiede?" Pell feels like he needs to blame someone, that things this terrible don't just happen. That the world isn't such a horrible place as that. At least now he knows Cal is alive, if broken, if so horribly broken that he might not be put back together so easily. He huddles into Flick's arms, listening and hoping that the future version of himself is a person who can make things happen, too, that he can try and fix some of the bad that's been done.

Then Flick takes the brush, and Pell stops breathing at the news. "You found them. Eleven years... she's alright? Does she hate me for going? She knew I would leave. She was the only one who saw him, really saw what he was. Mima and I might as well have been twins, as alike as we were as children. Is she still like me?"

Flick shook his head, an arm wrapped around his friend tighter.

"I don't think even Thiede can control destiny that much. Can he? You didn't have to react the way you did when you first saw Cal. But you did. It was meant to be. Did I ever tell you what happened to me when I heard the Call? My parents had me on some kind of drug so I wouldn't hear it. And I didn't. But I could still see what I needed to do, even if I couldn't hear it all the way. You can't fight it. I'm not sure if it's destiny or not, but I do know that something in me connected with that har that I followed, who brought me to Orien to be incepted. Can you really say that didn't happen to you Pell? It just....is."

Flick could tell him more, and is half tempted too, but more news about Cal can wait. Pell didn't need to know about Tyson right now. Orien was painful. Finding out that Cal hosted for Terzien, well, Flick didn't want to hurt his friend.

"Mima's fine. And she doesn't hate you. I think she understands, you two are a lot alike. I thought she was you when I first saw her. I promise you, Mima is safe. We've worked out a life together. I think she always knew you had to leave, Pell."

Event Log: Keepsakes

Re: Cole | Closed - Flick and Pellaz | Streets

Re: Cole | Closed - Flick and Pellaz | Streets

Re: Cole | Closed - Flick and Pellaz | Streets

Re: Cole | Closed - Flick and Pellaz | Streets

Re: Cole | Closed - Flick and Pellaz | Streets

Re: Cole | Closed - Flick and Pellaz | Streets