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Entry tags:
- coco: héctor rivera,
- critical role: beauregard,
- critical role: yasha nydoorin,
- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- hollow knight: the knight,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- mass effect: legion,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- original: erika fisher,
- original: mira delacroix,
- osomatsu-san: ichimatsu matsuno,
- red vs. blue: agent washington,
- the adventure zone: kravitz,
- the league: jules dagger samari,
- undertale: asgore dreemurr,
- undertale: chara dreemurr,
- voltron: keith kogane,
- voltron: takashi shirogane,
- ✖ ffxv: gladiolus amicitia,
- ✖ ffxv: prompto argentum,
- ✖ guilty gear: faust,
- ✖ hollow knight: the hollow knight,
- ✖ hollow knight: troupe master grimm,
- ✖ homestuck: karako pierot,
- ✖ hyper light drifter: the guardian,
- ✖ no.6: nezumi,
- ✖ no.6: shion,
- ✖ original: foster van denend,
- ✖ persona 5: ann takamaki,
- ✖ rwby: pyrrha nikos,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lup,
- ✖ the adventure zone: taako,
- ✖ undertale: frisk,
- ✖ undertale: muffet,
- ✖ voltron: alfor,
- ✖ voltron: princess allura
January Event: Fade to Black
JANUARY EVENT: FADE TO BLACK
Who: Anyone and everyone!
What: Your true self comes to roost
When: January 21st - 23rd; January 25th - 28th
Where: All over!
Warnings: Dark subjects such as violence and self-destruction are likely to come to the forefront - please mark your content accordingly!
What: Your true self comes to roost
When: January 21st - 23rd; January 25th - 28th
Where: All over!
Warnings: Dark subjects such as violence and self-destruction are likely to come to the forefront - please mark your content accordingly!
Down in that Darkness
This log is primarily for the Shadow and Light portions of the event, for ease and convenience. Your Shadow can be either the Persona-inspired sort - a "brutal, bitterly honest recreation of a character's worst flaws, darkest fears, and deepest secrets" - or the edgier, more laughable variant. The Lights, on the other hand, will do their utmost to convince their real selves of their best qualities, no matter how little they want to hear them.
Remember that the Shadows will be present from January 21st to January 23rd, and the Lights will be present from January 25th to January 28th.
On January 25th, we will post a separate log for Rejection Rooms!
Some useful links, for reference:
This log is primarily for the Shadow and Light portions of the event, for ease and convenience. Your Shadow can be either the Persona-inspired sort - a "brutal, bitterly honest recreation of a character's worst flaws, darkest fears, and deepest secrets" - or the edgier, more laughable variant. The Lights, on the other hand, will do their utmost to convince their real selves of their best qualities, no matter how little they want to hear them.
Remember that the Shadows will be present from January 21st to January 23rd, and the Lights will be present from January 25th to January 28th.
On January 25th, we will post a separate log for Rejection Rooms!
Some useful links, for reference:
[ ♆ ] OOC Event Post
[ ♆ ] Rejection Room Sign-Ups; remember to note your interest in these as soon as possible!
[ ♆ ] Deaths Page; death penalties have been reduced for the duration of this event, but still do let us know if your character dies regardless!
Event Timeline
[ ♆ ] January 20th: The monthly Storytelling occurs.
[ ♆ ] January 21st: Shadows of both initial variants appear.
[ ♆ ] January 23rd: Shadows of both initial variants disappear.
[ ♆ ] January 25th Lights and Rejection Rooms appear.
[ ♆ ] January 28th: Lights and Rejection Rooms dissipate. Those still trapped in their Rejection Rooms by the event's end will suffer a character death.
( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )
26th?
Admittedly, in this case it's because he's trying to catch his original self again when said self has been doing everything possible to achieve the opposite, but it does mean Héctor and Héctor are approached by Light Foster and Light Foster alone, also known as "the only version of Foster van Denend who wears a goddamn shirt."
This shirt reads DEAD INSIDE on the front in dramatic Chiller font, complete with fake blood spatters, and its wearer approaches through the plum trees... carefully, as though actually aware his presence is sort of a dicey introduction.]
Not that I'm objecting to more rocks, but wait a second before you bust them out, hey.
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It... takes them a moment of Héctor looking Héctor in the eye, two uneasy skeletons who are terrible when it comes to interrupting each other. Well, neither of them have started shouting right off the bat?]
...Okay, fine. What's this about?
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I'll Sleep When I'm Deadshirt--and then at his own shirt, which is a combination of gestures that stops just shy of being explanatory.]This. The whole 'being dead' thing. Not necromancy--just being dead. Well, the necromancy is related, but.
I was dead before.
And I told you, but apparently no one here has understood anything I've said. I can't imagine why.
[That's sarcasm, but the delivery makes it unclear whether he's ragging on himself or everyone else--except he's smiling, and a lot more relaxed about it, so maybe, just maybe, this is self-awareness.]
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The Héctor in the llama shirt looks a lot more bothered than the other one, who manages to blurt out "What's--" before he's interrupted.]
You know that just makes what you did even worse, right?
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........
That's your frame of reference.
[... he manages in the most painful voice possible. He doesn't sound sorry. Just pressed.]
Which is what I wanted to say about that, after I asked you a question you just answered.
[His 'true' self knows that trying is a mistake, but to have it confirmed so abruptly and thoroughly is.... well, he came out here expecting this outcome, but he didn't expect Héctor(s) to slap him in the face with it.
Is optimism a 'good' trait? Is it still good when you're punished for it?
Too bad. Foster wouldn't still be alive (or undead, or whatever) if there wasn't some kind of hope still incubating there, right?]
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Yes. Yes, it is. Way to state the obvious. The Héctors look at each other again, and the sleep shirt one manages to speak up first this time. "Do they not do funerals wherever you're from?"]
...What he said.
[Because there's no way a beartaur covered in mushrooms is from Earth, right?]
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[Foster waves one arm expansively as he speaks--]
There's a whole industry--morgues and morticians, funeral directors and crematoriums. We're all about the obfuscation of death--the embalming and processions and eulogies and whole buildings dedicated to the hosting of wakes and processions, the obsessive self-soothing of the living before and after death.
[He doesn't bother to sound less bitter, but it's not really... that bitter, comparatively, not that disdainful, when you imagine how it should sound coming out of his mouth.
Instead he's... still bitter, but very... detached about it, very casual.
And he moves on fluidly, and smiles down on the two in a way that might actually be something approaching gentle. Or maybe rueful?]
I'm sure I would have had a lovely one, if I'd let them.
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[He blurts out without really thinking, which is pretty much how it always goes. He would keep going, but it's his double's turn to interrupt. "What do you want, anyway?"
And then to be interrupted again. Two of him is one too many, probably.]
Why Lance?
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He interrupts his thoughts to answer the Héctors, but it's a little absent in delivery--he's really thinking about whatever it is.]
If I told you, you wouldn't like it.
[It doesn't matter which statement that's attached to. There's no real point in pretending otherwise in either case. It's also really not that important... Lance himself not being there for it meant any intended significance kind of moot.]
These are... pretty much the same topic, though.
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What, is this... Is this you trying to make friends?
[Somehow, that's weirding both of him out even more. Can't say he thought that was even possible. Please please please don't let this conversation get any stranger.
(It's probably going to, isn't it??)]
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Hm.
Definitely-Not-The-Real-Foster pauses, and then squints up his face a little.]
Do you.... want it to be?
[Like... that seems kind of pointless, he's not going to be here much longer. Also, he's kind of a shitty friend? He's never had a friend, actually, except...
Well, except for the time he existed before, just like this. And that was all a colossal lie, which was ripped out of his hands and used to punish him further for existing. And even then.... well, his 'best friend' turned and hooked up romantically with the sex demon Foster had summoned at the cost of his immortal soul right in front him with the same hour Foster rescued that friend from a fae queen's mind control at great risk to himself, so what does that say?
It says he's not really friend material, is what it says.
And he knows it. So... that'd be weird. On like, several levels.]
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Greyshirt is the one who manages something, at least. "I... don't think it's going to work out."]
...ah, yeah, it's not working.
[In other words, no, not really.]
lmk if you need more tag here, wanna give Hector(s) a chance to steer this tho
Glad we're all on the same page.
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The less Foster hanging around him, the better.]
Right, okay... what did you want?
[Who even cares if he's going to hate the answer. That's life on Enso.]
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[Okay, so there's no way for the Hectors to know what a loaded question that is, or why it's so loaded. The Foster they're talking to has the benefit of a degree of separation from that, but he still squints up his eyes in something that might be a wince.]
Well, when you ask like that... I don't have an answer that doesn't sound stupid.
[A pause, one ear rotating forward and back separate from its twin.]
I'm meant to be talking to him, getting him to accept me, my existence, his potential and present selves, but..... mmmmm. That... can't happen.
[He sounds grim.]
So I'm trying to.... be his voice. Don't tell him what I tell you. Okay?
[One more thing:]
... but, uh. Please do him and you a favour and never ask him that question directly, hey.
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[Yeah, no great shock that Foster doesn't like Foster either. He pinches his nasal bone, not wanting to even look at the guy for a moment, and then looking back.]
I'm not asking about your goals in life, pretty sure I can't help you there. Just--what did you want to talk to me about?
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[He's aware of how that sounds. Trying to negotiate anything when it comes to the subject of death is apparently just the worst thing one can possibly do.]
He literally can't see where you're coming from. I can't fix that, like... at all.
But. I wanted to try and at least clear up his... intention. His intent wasn't malicious. Or... well. It was... genuine. In his way. He knew it was going to upset some of you, but that was... a positive outcome, to him. It was his way of contributing. Helping.
He doesn't entirely understand what went wrong but he has some regrets about it. Which... is new. Maybe good. Maybe not. But at least it's different.
He's used to the only point of his existence being oppositional. You may have noticed?
I guess what I'm trying to say is... he doesn't know why he's sorry yet, but he is, and he knows something was wrong there.
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He looks to his own light again, as he can't seem to stop doing, who only shakes his head. Nope, not on him to make any decisions, not really--he's just temporary. Not a real person. They're bound to talk about it later on, in any case.
So, back to Foster.]
Look, we have an understanding, I thought. I've left him alone, even thought he did what he did. [And that may have been the wrong choice. If this is how Foster 'helps' their little island society... but then again he's the least able to wrangle a nine-foot-tall centaur who wants to cause a fuss, honestly.] What do you want me to do? Try to teach him right from wrong?
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Ha ha!
[It's the same two-beat, not quite barking laugh of the original, made slightly less jarring by context, if only because for once it's not all that hard to tell what made this moment actually funny.
And then he sobers, instantly, and in a familiarly cool tone, answers:]
No.
[Which is where two roads diverge, because this Foster continues that thought sounding like he's torn between needing a nap and still wanting to laugh.]
No... no, god. Please don't.
[He scrubs his face with his paws, tries not to sound tired of this conversation when really he's just tired of himself--the tension between his reality and the reality he has to share.]
And I mean, thank you, I guess, for leaving him alone. It's... better that way.
[.... is that it? Is that the best he can do? For any of them?
God, this sucks.
He wears it on his face, briefly--that tiredness, the feeling of being suspended between what isn't fair to him and what isn't fair to everyone else. The way the math always stacks up on one side, and the moments Foster makes the right choice and is inevitably punished for it. He can only make the right choice when the whole world stacks against it, when his reward is more punishment. Or maybe that's just it. He can only make wrong choices. That's just... what being alive is, for him. ]
God.
... this sucks.
You know what? Forget it. This is probably as good as it'll get. Being left alone used to be all he wanted. He'll learn to stop trying, eventually. Probably. Or he'll just... self-destruct back to a point where that's all he wants again. Whichever. It'll be fine.
[He's convincing himself more than the Héctors, but it's not untrue.]
It's just... not a lot of fun. I'm out here as the better part of someone you know has been trying to do better, and... well, it doesn't matter. He's already been walking back what he was trying for. He'll give up, I think. That's not the good outcome, but...
Just... let him try, okay? I don't know how to ask for any more than that.
The Carnival we came from demanded it and it punished him anyway. I don't know if he can move on.
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Dios mio. [That's muttered mostly to himself, and then he speaks up properly.] You make it sound like I'm stopping him from doing good things. Things that aren't, you know, desecrating corpses.
[He looks to his light half, as if for guidance or... something. Go on, be his conscience. Be the better man. The light, not nearly so disturbed by the memory of what Foster did, speaks up again. "What should we do, besides leave him alone? Seriously, I mean it."]
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That's why I was trying to tell you. Before, I mean. violation wasn't his intent.
A lot... of what he intends is not apparent in what he does.
That's... inevitable, but I guess I'm asking you to... try and remember that. When he does something else, next time. I can't predict what that means. He can't predict what that means. It just... comes together. Falls into place.
Aligns.
But if you, or someone, doesn't catch what he intends to do when he does it... he only learns that what he does is wrong. And everything he does is wrong.
So there's nothing to learn.
Do you understand?