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Who: Hope and YOU.
What: Some angst over the loss of his shinki/a friend (he's not good at coping with that stuff), and random encounters.
When: April 11 and onwards, at least until the new event.
Where: Around the Far Shore and the Near Shore.
Warnings: FF-style angst but other than that, none.

OPTION A

[If there are trees around, one can expect to see a small, white-haired god running about in them, milling in them, even sitting on the branches if they can carry his weight. Though even if he's of short stature, he may still catch someone's eye because of how exactly he gets around up there-- by letting his powers do the work for him. For a second his body turns into light and the figure jumps, and he loses the special effects once he's got something solid under his feet.

Over and over again, though Hope doesn't bother with his abilities if the trees are just right next to each other. So yes, he might be turning a few heads here and there, and he will notice, turning to look. Not immediately, but eventually, unless he's called out to first.]

Oh... Am I trespassing?

Sorry. [He's not so enthusiastic about his apology however, even as he's swinging himself out of it and landing on his feet on the ground.]

OPTION B

[Okay, so sometimes Hope does more than just mope. Though what he does outside of that is... pretty damn nerdy.

See, the Near Shore has a lot of stuff some people just toss away even if they're still perfectly fine in Hope's opinion, like this electronic store with all the machines and phones and other items that someone could still use, but they just toss because no one wants them! And that someone is probably Hope, honestly.

He's already gathered up the stuff that don't look totally broken or ruined into a box, and now he's trying to lift the box. Keyword being try.

If he notes that someone is looking at him-- actually looking and seeing him, not just seeing through him like any resident of the Near Shore-- he might perk up a little.]

Hi, can you help me out here? [With the big box of stuff, he means.]

Closed to Slaine
[Maybe he's expecting this, maybe not, but Slaine will be getting a text message in the early morning anyway.]

Hi. Can we talk?

Threaded | Flat

[As a naturally early riser, Slaine's already up...though he has to rummage through an assortment of books to locate his phone.

Having lost three gods, he's almost tacitly accepted they must have all vanished, but he knows this name and number... So he's still here after all. It takes him a moment to process that]

Of course. Do you mean like this, or do you want me to meet you somewhere?

If the assistance is required. [ Genos picks up the box without problem. He can carry that thing with one hand to be honest. And Hope is not just a familiar face, but someone who introduced him to rules of this world on his first day. So yeah, he's going to help without complaining. ]

Isn't that just trash? [ He peeks into the box, and realizes that it's more fitting for a "used" shop rather than garbage-box ]

[Zoro is resting by the foot of a tree when he senses someone moving around, and then feels the tree branches shake. He hears a voice and looks up at the person, surprised to see a kid standing there.]

Don't worry, I don't think you've done anything wrong.

[He watches for a second, before sighing and sitting up.]

What's wrong, kid?

[Sora notices the ray of light through the corner of his eye. It makes him immediately curious and he jumps up into the branches himself, light as a feather. He chases after it just for a moment before the light materializes back into Hope.

Oh, that boy that was daydreaming in class! What was his name again? Hope?

This is an interesting power to Sora because he was a god of light as well. So now he's smiling and bouncing on the branch he's on and watches Hope jump down.]

Hey Hope, what are you doing? I didn't know you could do that.

[Battler's been pretty wrapped up in watching Hope for a while before he calls out to him, though he looks more delighted than anything.]

Hey! No, it's fine! I just... that's really neat. What you've been doing. I still don't get how it can work, but it still looks cool!

[Battler never gives up on doubting magic apparently.]

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OPTION B, probably 11th afternoon

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Option A

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