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@hope-the-prophecy
Hope, for a better world.
A prophet, a hero, and one of The Seven. A light in the darkness, her visions lead to victory.
Hey! I'm Hope, or as of recently, The Prophecy. I'm a proud member of the Seven, and I work alongside some of the greatest heroes to protect our reality. If you've got any intel (or come across any stray cats), I'm always up for a chat!!
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[ Tags + other info below the cut. Last updated July 30, 2026. ]
[Posts for context -> "An apple a day does keep the doctor away" - Geno + "Oh No Evie Your Mans In Trouble" - The Force] [ @heroic-hope ]
WHAT!?
*Triage and Jones in danger!? And by Visitor's doing!? What was that fucker doing!? Who did he think he was!?
An hallucination of Vigneron frantically pulling on Venge's arm moved his eyes away from being able to see Ripp shooting from his seat to help Evie recover from her supposed Force vision*
"We need to go!"
But...Evie--!
"NOW!!"
...okay. Ripp. Make sure she's okay and follow me when she's ready.
*Seeing Ripp nod prompted Venge to begin sprinting down hallways at speeds he wasn't aware he could hit, as he did so he rustled inside his pocket, taking out his RW card and pinging a general emergency ping*
To any member online. Jones' tank room. Medic is injured and Commander's in danger. It's Visitor. Need backup stat.
[ The second she saw the ping, Hope found herself running to where Jones' tank was. She had a terrible feeling about this. ]
[ Her visions had been telling her one thing lately: something bad was on the horizon, and "Visitor" was connected to it, somehow. This, whatever it is, had to be it - this is what the visions were warning her of. ]
" I'm.. here. "
[ Hope said, trying to at least seem calm. ]
[Ah, hope. A troublesome thing, capable of making people persist against impossible odds. It only serves to lengthen their unfortunate struggle, when instead they could simply accept death in peace.]
[Was Hope this for the Reality Warriors? She had seemed to be more a scared child playacting at being a hero, but Visitor had recently learned that he should not assume so little of those who chose to defend reality...]
[He found her sitting in front of Jones' tank, spraying some paint back and forth over a canvas, seemingly aimless.]
Ah, Hope. I thought I might find you here.
[He looked up at the sleeping Jones, internally sneering at the man's continued survival.]
Were you hoping that Jones might act as some sort of muse for your art?
@perfected-visitor-fn
[ Hope quickly looked up from her canvas, setting it down as she got up from her chair. ]
" Visitor! Sorry, you startled me... "
[ She glanced at Jones' tank, then back at Visitor. ]
" I guess you could say that. I'm just... trying to figure out what comes next. Art tends to help. "
[Visitor chuckled lightly.]
No offense taken, Hope. I have been told that I tend to arrive unexpectedly.
[Looking down from the tank at Hope's doodlings, he hummed to himself.]
So, the visions still elude you, then. Just as they did before the battle with the Ice King.
... I hope that this does not mean we are destined for failure once more, then.
" ...what? "
[ Hope was taken aback by the mention of her visions - how did he know? It wasn't a secret, but... she didn't just tell anyone. And she certainly didn't tell him. ]
[ But she hadn't told anyone to keep that private, either. It made sense then, that he knew about her visions. And what did it matter, anyways? ]
" I... didn't know you knew about the visions. "
" They've been... cloudy. But I know that something will come to me soon. "
The others speak of you having them. You have used them to act as a guiding light to those who follow you.
[He tilted his head slightly.]
Or that is what I have heard, at least.
[So, she was uncomfortable with her gift already. No wonder she acted like a frightened child in the presence of mighty heroes.]
[Despite her many feats, that is what she saw herself as.]
Do not be discouraged, Hope. I have no doubt that your gifts will prove useful in time.
[He folded his hands behind his back.]
... In the meantime, perhaps it would be wise to chart your own course ahead?
After all, Jones was... is, a great man. But if you also lead the Reality Warriors, you cannot wait for his signal to act forever.
[His helmet looked at her, unblinking.]
You are a leader. You shall have to step out from Jones' shadow eventually. The answers you seek may come from the whispers of your mind... but they also may come out there.
[She was teetering on a precipice. She had potential, certainly, but she didn't feel ready. She never would be, of course.]
[All she needed was a push to learn how to fly, so he could give her that push. Little would she realize, of course, that he would remain weighted to her like a stone.]
[ Hope nodded. ]
" My visions are really helpful, when I can actually decipher them... "
[ She glanced back at the canvas, which was painted with various shades of red. But despite how frustrating her visions were at the moment, Visitor was right. They were a gift. ]
" And you're right. I know I need to step up and be a leader, but... it's easier said than done.
[ In her mind, all she'd ever done was follow, whether it was following Jones' leadership, or following her visions. Yet, once again, Visitor had a point. ]
[Ah, hope. A troublesome thing, capable of making people persist against impossible odds. It only serves to lengthen their unfortunate struggle, when instead they could simply accept death in peace.]
[Was Hope this for the Reality Warriors? She had seemed to be more a scared child playacting at being a hero, but Visitor had recently learned that he should not assume so little of those who chose to defend reality...]
[He found her sitting in front of Jones' tank, spraying some paint back and forth over a canvas, seemingly aimless.]
Ah, Hope. I thought I might find you here.
[He looked up at the sleeping Jones, internally sneering at the man's continued survival.]
Were you hoping that Jones might act as some sort of muse for your art?
@perfected-visitor-fn
[ Hope quickly looked up from her canvas, setting it down as she got up from her chair. ]
" Visitor! Sorry, you startled me... "
[ She glanced at Jones' tank, then back at Visitor. ]
" I guess you could say that. I'm just... trying to figure out what comes next. Art tends to help. "
[Visitor chuckled lightly.]
No offense taken, Hope. I have been told that I tend to arrive unexpectedly.
[Looking down from the tank at Hope's doodlings, he hummed to himself.]
So, the visions still elude you, then. Just as they did before the battle with the Ice King.
... I hope that this does not mean we are destined for failure once more, then.
" ...what? "
[ Hope was taken aback by the mention of her visions - how did he know? It wasn't a secret, but... she didn't just tell anyone. And she certainly didn't tell him. ]
[ But she hadn't told anyone to keep that private, either. It made sense then, that he knew about her visions. And what did it matter, anyways? ]
" I... didn't know you knew about the visions. "
" They've been... cloudy. But I know that something will come to me soon. "
[Ah, hope. A troublesome thing, capable of making people persist against impossible odds. It only serves to lengthen their unfortunate struggle, when instead they could simply accept death in peace.]
[Was Hope this for the Reality Warriors? She had seemed to be more a scared child playacting at being a hero, but Visitor had recently learned that he should not assume so little of those who chose to defend reality...]
[He found her sitting in front of Jones' tank, spraying some paint back and forth over a canvas, seemingly aimless.]
Ah, Hope. I thought I might find you here.
[He looked up at the sleeping Jones, internally sneering at the man's continued survival.]
Were you hoping that Jones might act as some sort of muse for your art?
@perfected-visitor-fn
[ Hope quickly looked up from her canvas, setting it down as she got up from her chair. ]
" Visitor! Sorry, you startled me... "
[ She glanced at Jones' tank, then back at Visitor. ]
" I guess you could say that. I'm just... trying to figure out what comes next. Art tends to help. "
*Having scraped together about two cumulative hours of sleep over the past 70, Evie finally got herself into presentable form, all the current updates solidified on paper. After sending out the ping to all Reality Warriors cards and Seven comms, she waited for them all to arrive.
Once as many as possible (the Visitor noticably absent) were gathered, she entered the conference room. Makeup and shades had covered all evidence of her lack of sleep, but it couldn't cover the dimming of her usually bright personality.
She took a breath, looking out at everyone gathered for a moment, and set her papers down.*
Good morning, everyone, and thank you for coming. I know that the events of the past few days have been... traumatic, especially with a lot of us trying to find new homes.
On that subject, the Sanctuary is open to anyone who needs a temporary bunk while they look. Just talk to me or Jaina for a room assignment after this.
*She paused, then started again, eyes down.*
First, I've heard some rumors going around that Jones is dead. He is not, but he is in a coma, which is why I'm here. He was shot. I am investigating.
Second, the floor is open for any questions you all may have. I have a general plan for going forward, but I would like to hear everyone out first.
*Kendo slowly raised his hand.*
What is it precisely that occured during the battle? There was very little communication over the last few months, unless I missed a summons. Was the Commander injured before the battle? Is that why the large golden man was giving orders out in the field?
*Perhaps he had been too preoccupied, but it really felt like no one had told him what was going on.*
*Did nobody brief the kid? That was worrying.*
You're the one who cut the Harvester in half, right?
That "large golden man" was the Foundation. The Visitor requested that Jones hang back with him in order to help coordinate the attack. He was... completely fine when I left him.
*A shaky breath. Stay calm.*
Communication was kept to a minimum for security purposes. Despite this, it seems we were compromised.
*She would find out why. But that was her own personal vendetta.*
The Foundation led the attack, the weapon that was designed to take down the Harvester's shields malfunctioned, and he was baited into attacking the Ice King in a blind rage. That fight ended with him being frozen. The Foundation is dead.
The Ice King was betrayed and murdered by the Voyager immediately after. He reforged and overloaded the Zero Point, which is what you interrupted.
Now the Zero Point is badly destabilized, and is threatening to collapse. If it does that, all that exists, everywhere, everywhen, will cease to exist.
Well, yes, I did do that. It seemed the right thing to do then.
*It was probably not the time to mention that he had heard his Shard Daggers whispering to him before rift butterflies turned them into the Infinity Blade. Because that sounded crazy.*
I certainly feel as though there was a distinct lack of communication regarding what had been happening. I was busy myself, so I understand from that aspect, but as a member of the Reality Warriors, I feel a bit left out of the information pipeline. I did not even know what the Seven was before this meeting.
*He looked around at everyone. He was bouncing his leg, but his expression was determined.*
For those of us who do not live with the main group, it feels important that all be kept within the loop. Perhaps if more information was shared all around, we may have been able to come up with an alternate plan...
*He swallowed, and tried his best not to think to hard about how authoritatively he had just talked about things he knew very little about.*
*The kid wasn't wrong. Evie allowed his words the room to settle, giving them their proper respect.*
You're right.
I make no excuses for it. There was a critical lack of proper communication. There was also an overwhelming amount of scattered problems that posed unforseen issues, some of which are still not resolved entirely.
Jones and I, for example, were forced to hop realities recently due to the Voyager's intrusions on sensitive timelines.
*She looked back at the table.*
I myself didn't really know about the Seven personally until a few weeks ago. Maybe we could have had a better backup plan. Maybe not. I'm not certain anything could have helped, considering our security was compromised. It's almost...
*... Like it was engineered that way.
Evie paused, frowning. Way too many things made sense if she considered them in that light...
But why?...*
[Visitor had spent more time than he cared to admit tracking down their person of interest. She was very skilled at hiding, but luckily, he was better at finding.]
[He had come to her as the Visitor. After all, he did not need her for her expertise alone. He also needed to test her loyalty, without her knowing who was under the mask.]
[It had been difficult. She was no fan of the Seven. But he could be persuasive. After all, the two of them shared one trait:]
[A deep sense of scientific curiosity.]
Ladies and gentlemen, apologies for being late. I was locating someone with the necessary knowledge of the Zero Point that would allow us to fix our most recent issue.
[One problem with entering a meeting late: everyone immediately had their eyes on you. Visitor hated tardiness, but unfortunately, the mission had demanded it.]
I would like to present to you the island's foremost expert on the makeup and properties of the Zero Point...
Doctor Slone.
" I figured this island needed a Zero Point expert.. so, here I am. "
[ Slone looked at everyone else in the room, knowing they must be judging her. She didn't have the best reputation, after all... but regardless, she knew how important she was, and that this team needed her help. ]
" You're going to need me if you plan to fix this. "
*Evie was stunned for a moment. The Visitor had swept in as though he were used to commanding the attention in the room, and he'd brought someone that she had not heard good things about.
Trying not to be openly hostile, Evie clenched a fist behind her back.*
Visitor, I'd like a full report on why you're late after this is done.
*She gritted her teeth slightly.*
And right now, if she is who I think she is, would you please explain why you brought someone who tried to destroy the Zero Point here to fix it??
*She had arrived on the Island just after what everyone referred to as the "Collider Event". People then talked freely about "Dr. Slone" and her failed attempt to destroy the Point.*
" It wasn't Visitor's idea. "
[ Hope looked at Visitor, then back at Evie. ]
" It was Jones's. He recommended her, so... I sent Visitor to find her. "
Welcome back.
Thanks!
[ Incoming call from: The Order ]
"Hey, Hope. I know you haven't exactly been.. included in our missions, but I've seen what you have done, and Jones has told me about everything I missed."
"We're going to find The Foundation, and I want you to come with us."
@theorderfn
Hope answered the phone, feeling the slightest hint of anxiety - the Order had never called her directly before, they only talked when Jones was there.
"Um- hi! Hi, Order-"
She blinked slowly after hearing that Order wanted her to join them on this mission.
"Okay..."
Wishing everyone a Christmas this year. Not a merry one just A Christmas.
Who up getting freaky at Freaky Fields
Normalize saying “just as the oracle foretold” when things go your way
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What do you think of Kendo?
He's a pretty nice guy, and.. we're actually pretty similar, in a way. In a "we both have sibling issues" way. He's probably the only one who actually understands what that's like.
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How is your relationship with the Oracle at the moment?
Honestly, better than it's ever been. Of course, we still have... disagreements, but we've learned to get along.
I think that one time she was stuck inside my body taught her a lot - hell, I learned a lot about her from it.
She still won't shut up about impending doom and the inevitable fate of the multiverse, but all I have to do is threaten to put her in the fridge. She HATES being put in the fridge.
My muse is now a guest in a talk show
Send 🎤 + a question and my muse will answer it while still on camera
mood.
the ops hate me because I'm as sung as a bug in a rug
WHAT IS AN "OP." YOU MORTALS CONFUSE ME.
He Doesn't know
I think "OP" means "Original Poster".
Neither does him apparently
(c)ops..?
Opponents.
She means opponents
As in enemies. Haters.
then it'd be spelt "opps". two p's.
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// the fn rp community really is awesome, i've met so many kind people here!! :3
