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EVENT LOG: FOR EVERYTHING A REASON
EVENT LOG:
FOR EVERYTHING A REASON
characters: everyone.
location: the harbor.
date/time: september 6-7.
content: characters and forest spirits send off paper lantern boats in honor of those who have died..
warnings: character death
a somber kind of serenity.
When you arrive at the harbor, there are already boats in the water, and the lighthouse's red beam flares in slow pulses over the lake. The moon's a bright first quarter and the stars are out in force today, all reflected on the glassy surface of the water. It's uncharacteristically calm, this weather, so take advantage.
Rastus is down at the water's edge, tending to a large mound of pebbles that looks not unlike a miniature bonfire from a distance. The stones are all ordinary, having been collected from the beach, except Rastus has enchanted them to glow with a soft, yellow light. The enchantment will only last a week, but that's ample time for this little ceremony to send off those lost over the past two months. Or to send off something less literal, perhaps.
Next to the pile of stones is an array of craft materials—just the basic supplies like paper, markers, glue, and scissors, but more than enough to accommodate everyone in attendance. A handful of forest spirits (some you may recognize from the party!) are standing nearby to assist in paper-folding or boat-crafting if you're out of your depth there. They, along with Rastus, urge you to join in. This memorial is as much about you as it is anyone we've lost, after all. The boats can look like or represent anything you like.
Releasing boats lit with pebbles out onto the water will fill you will a sense of peace. It's a somber kind of serenity, but it's a relief nonetheless, whether you're mourning the loss of a friend or letting go of some other part of yourself. You're welcome to release as many boats as you like, too. It's not like there's a shortage of rocks around here, and even if the craft materials run low, there's plenty of other stuff around town that could be used in a pinch.
The forest spirits are in attendance, as well. Some are helping with the crafting, yes, but most are taking part themselves, building their own little boats to send out over the water. Their crafting involves more of a hands-on approach: Chomping and tearing and crinkling into unique shapes and textures. They stand out from the townsfolks' designs on the beach, but once the boats drift far enough into the surf, it's impossible to tell which vessels belong to which group. Feel free to NPC your own forest spirits for this event and refer to the OOC info post if you have questions about how they might behave.
On the final night of the event, a sound starts up along the treeline, one you haven't heard in some time, perhaps. Crickets. Cicadas. Katydids and beetles and the shrill hum of a mosquito in your ear. It seems insects have returned to Beacon from... wherever they were hiding, and the night air is now vibrant with their music. No more eerie silence back in town, where the sounds of the lake are snuffed out by the trees. It sounds almost like a real forest now.
And it will stay that way after this event ends, too. Maybe you were enjoying the time away from bugs or maybe you were longing for some sign that, yes, this world was alive once, but either way, the insects are here to stay. Well, until winter, at least.
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It's the face of someone who has seen things beyond her years.
Her eyes drop to the ground, fingers curling into fists briefly before they relax and she just finally spits it out.]
I'm your niece. [She looks up at him, wondering if he's even going to believe her. Her uncle has been alive a long time so there's not telling if she's even been born yet in his memory.] Hope.
[She gives him her own exasperated smile, opening her arms in a very 'here I am' pose.]
Ring any bells?
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[ hope, the niece klaus was ready to keep away from him. hope, the niece he knew he'd never get to meet, all because of finn. she hadn't been much of a myth, but she hadn't been much of anything to him but a secret klaus never trusted him with. presuming she's grown up at the normal rate of any child (she was just a baby he'd only ever heard of)... this must be the weird dimension, frequency thing allie had been speaking of.
best not to question how his literal baby of a niece is now a young woman. less headaches, and kol doesn't particularly want to waste time questioning what's in front of him. she looks like hayley (thank christ) but has nik's unnecessary exasperation that only comes out with him.
does this mean nik actually admitted to his daughter he has a younger brother?
standing awkwardly despite his wish not to be, kol frowns for nothing better to do. ] It's good to see you've grown up. [ is that an uncle thing yo say? he doesn't know. ] It's actually good to see you. Nik never let me near you.
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[But he knew about her. That enough was a giant relief, that she wouldn't have to explain, that her uncle wasn't from some century where their family wasn't together in any way.
The history of the Mikaelsons was long and to simply call it complicated was an understatement. If he didn't recognize her, this was the next best thing.]
We're actually...pretty close. You would Facetime me a lot while I was at school.
[Back when she couldn't be near any of them, until she was fifteen and her already messy life took an even worse turn.]
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[ so he's out and about in seven years, and not in a coffin with that bloody dagger in his chest. kol wears his surprise at that — and the fact that they're close. ever since he found out about hope… he never really had the time to process it, but he always figured he'd be the uncle nik skims over when reciting bedtime stories about the family tree. ]
You were probably not even a year old when Nik finally told me about you. [ he shrugs, although it's not to come off callous or flippant; kol feels the need to move in a situation he doesn't quite know what to do in. he hadn't expected nik to ever introduce him to hope; instead, he figured he'd laud it over his head as some sort of punishment, like he does with almost everything. at least he can say he knows his niece in the near future.
he sighs, becoming comfortable again with his declaration of: ] Then I died, thanks to your Uncle Finn. I hope you don't like him. He's a bore.
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As for Uncle Finn, well...]
Honestly? I don't remember him.
[She rocks on her feet a little uncomfortably.]
Are you sure you want to know about all this? The future...is kind of messed up.
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kol frowns. it's evident enough that hope isn't the baby who's only a few months old. unless she can grow as quickly as that other hybrid of a child (who was fictional), he has a feeling allie's idea of alternate dimensions is very, very right. he'll think a little too hard on that later... for now, he's focusing on family.
glancing over his shoulder, he notices a few spirits watching them intently, almost excited to see them take a boat to water. ]
Let's go for a walk. [ he touches her elbow. ] You can tell me as much as you want.
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If you say so.
[She doesn't really want to talk about it at all because she can feel her grief welling up inside the pit of her stomach just even thinking about it.]
But a walk sounds good. Or just...anywhere away from here.
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So how old are you now?
[ an icebreaker isn't necessarily needed for family… but their situation is a little peculiar. besides, it'd at least allow him to put a timestamp on her information. kol is anything but careless when it comes to its dissemination. ]
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Seventeen. I would have turned 18 in May but...you know.
[Death caught up with her. She kicks a foot at the ground, watches as some dust kicks up before she moves through it.]
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I've been dead for over a thousand years and I celebrate my birthday every year.
[ does he celebrate it on the same date every year? sometimes. truthfully, kol's forgotten just when his birthday is—it's a result of not having a calendar, spending most of his "youth" running, being daggered, and his family not caring to celebrate. sometimes kol thinks he's forgotten out of spite. he can't be upset when no one cares enough to remember in the first place. ]
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[As if that had ever mattered, either.]
I'm not all that big a fan of parties, though.
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[ his fingers are spiritually crossed behind his back. parties are fun! what's the point of celebrating when there's no one there?
crossing his arms behind his back, he peers out at the water. ]
There's no need to pretend. Time moves everywhere—even in death.
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At his words, she grins, eyebrows lifting in amusement.]
Wow. That was deep.
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What? [ he laughs it out. a hand slaps against his chest. ] You don't think I can be deep? I invented deep, love. You cannot spell "deep" without "Kol Mikaelson." Try it.
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Yeah, I'm sure there's a picture of you right next to it in the dictionary.