Post by Fell on Apr 14, 2022 5:34:32 GMT
Mini Event: One character per player, one post per round, one action per post. This is not meant to be a combat oriented event and should not last forever, so long as everybody involved is able to post to the round pretty regularly. If too much time seems to be passing, I will contact the people who have not posted and give them a TWELVE HOUR WINDOW to do so. At the end of the twelve hours, I will post an announcement in Discord, giving another six hours. After, the event will move forward, and I will fill in the blanks for what happened to the unposted characters and give a viable reason for their lack of response.
Rewards for this event will be posted within 48 hours of the conclusion. Follow-up threads will be allowed, but must be requested directly by the time the rewards have been posted. Do not expect anything grand for participating in this event... It is primarily story focused and meant to be the introduction to a plethora of other, more personalized mini-events taht will be popping up throughout Telluride City.
Any other threads going on at this time, or started during the event, will be considered BEFORE this event, chronologically. That means that you cannot continue from this event going forward in time until after its conclusion. If you have any questions regarding this, feel free to message Fell.
For three days, in Telluride City, it rained. The storm seemed to come out of nowhere, and everybody believed it was just some strange, winter storm that had blown in on a northern wind, and that it would end soon enough. It fell from the sky in an almost solid sheet, destroying visibility and chasing most people inside their homes. The homeless had gathered together during that first day and all but taken over some of the abandoned buildings that littered one part of the city. And this continued, not once lightening up or receding, for three solid days. Even the most ecstatic pluviophile was tired and overwhelmed by the time the sun finally peeked out from its hiding place.
Within an hour of that first ray, there wasn't a cloud in the sky. In fact, if one looked up, it would have been impossible to tell that it had rained recently at all: the sky was blue and stretched on for miles, the sun was so bright that it gave the illusion of warmth, and the birds were back in the sky, most still heading south as if winter hadn't been upon Telluride for some months. People were hesitant at first, but once an hour passed, and then two, it was as if the city suddenly came alive. Storefronts were open and the smells of food and goodies wafted through every street. People were greeting others like they were old friends, whether they knew each other or not. Everybody seemed to be in great spirits.
In front of the Institute, a building that had received far too much attention since the influx of Nen users to Telluride, sat a single, sad looking boy. He couldn't have been more than six or seven years old, and his brown doe eyes were too big for his face. He had a wooden horse in one chubby hand and a little wooden doll in the other. He was making the hand-painted horse "gallop" across the wet grass without letting him touch, and seemed to be primarily ignoring the wooden cowboy he also carried.
As Hunters wandered by, they would all feel the same, undeniable need... to look at him, to see him, to feel for a moment whatever emotion they connected with the sight of a small child, a wooden horse, and an ignored, unwanted wooden doll.
As a Hunter, you will be walking down the street and suddenly stop. There is no willpower save for this: you will stop, you will turn, you will look. Your first post should include what emotion stems from that sight, as well as the reaction to that emotion. You will not be able to break this hold until specified.
Rewards for this event will be posted within 48 hours of the conclusion. Follow-up threads will be allowed, but must be requested directly by the time the rewards have been posted. Do not expect anything grand for participating in this event... It is primarily story focused and meant to be the introduction to a plethora of other, more personalized mini-events taht will be popping up throughout Telluride City.
Any other threads going on at this time, or started during the event, will be considered BEFORE this event, chronologically. That means that you cannot continue from this event going forward in time until after its conclusion. If you have any questions regarding this, feel free to message Fell.
For three days, in Telluride City, it rained. The storm seemed to come out of nowhere, and everybody believed it was just some strange, winter storm that had blown in on a northern wind, and that it would end soon enough. It fell from the sky in an almost solid sheet, destroying visibility and chasing most people inside their homes. The homeless had gathered together during that first day and all but taken over some of the abandoned buildings that littered one part of the city. And this continued, not once lightening up or receding, for three solid days. Even the most ecstatic pluviophile was tired and overwhelmed by the time the sun finally peeked out from its hiding place.
Within an hour of that first ray, there wasn't a cloud in the sky. In fact, if one looked up, it would have been impossible to tell that it had rained recently at all: the sky was blue and stretched on for miles, the sun was so bright that it gave the illusion of warmth, and the birds were back in the sky, most still heading south as if winter hadn't been upon Telluride for some months. People were hesitant at first, but once an hour passed, and then two, it was as if the city suddenly came alive. Storefronts were open and the smells of food and goodies wafted through every street. People were greeting others like they were old friends, whether they knew each other or not. Everybody seemed to be in great spirits.
In front of the Institute, a building that had received far too much attention since the influx of Nen users to Telluride, sat a single, sad looking boy. He couldn't have been more than six or seven years old, and his brown doe eyes were too big for his face. He had a wooden horse in one chubby hand and a little wooden doll in the other. He was making the hand-painted horse "gallop" across the wet grass without letting him touch, and seemed to be primarily ignoring the wooden cowboy he also carried.
As Hunters wandered by, they would all feel the same, undeniable need... to look at him, to see him, to feel for a moment whatever emotion they connected with the sight of a small child, a wooden horse, and an ignored, unwanted wooden doll.
As a Hunter, you will be walking down the street and suddenly stop. There is no willpower save for this: you will stop, you will turn, you will look. Your first post should include what emotion stems from that sight, as well as the reaction to that emotion. You will not be able to break this hold until specified.