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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!

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:

[ ♆ ] 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.

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The good doctor still hasn't the foggiest idea as to what's currently going on - but he does know that he is currently in danger, and needs to defend himself. And/or disarm the giant capricorn.

Fortunately, dodging attacks isn't outside of his expertise: Faust reflexively starts backflipping, cartwheeling and rolling around the area, intentionally moving his SOUL so that it doesn't mimic his body's movements. Asgore's going to have to pick one or the other, assuming he can predict Faust's erratic manoeuvres-
-ah, the interface has returned, right...

"I choose [ACT]! ...and, uh, [CHECK]!"

Either the good doctor gets a better feel for what he is facing, or he's one move closer to checkmate. Win/Win!

[* ASGORE?
ATK: 80 DEF: 80

It appears just like the floating interface. Whose words are they? Honestly, who even knows at this point.]

Not for long!

[He roars and bursts into flame.

* Asgore's attack went up to infinity!!!]

...this could prove troublesome.
So be it. He shall unveil one of his many ultimate techniques upon his opponent! With a newfound will to defeat this fearsome creature, the good doctor brings his scalpel up, and lunges - stabbing his might weapon forth...into the ground, as one would a shovel.

"Hey, As...gore...? Asgore!"

With surprising dexterity and swiftness, Faust climbs the weapon as one would a palm tree, positioning himself at the very top with both hands grasping the blunt tip and his feet pressed together on either side of the giant instrument. And now, he strikes!

"Pfffffffttttthhhhbbbbb!!!"

...by putting both hands to either side of his head, and blowing a raspberry. A small length of cardboard even emerges from under the bag and flops around like a tongue. Mostly satisfied his opponent is now sufficiently taunted, the good doctor quickly flips Not-Asgore off for good measure, and begins the final stage of his attack:
Retreat.

"Infinite power doesn't mean anything if you can't hit anything!"

And with that, Faust begins hopping away backwards on the scalpel as if it's a pogo stick, tiny chunks of dirt being left in his path. He hopes he doesn't run into anything, considering he's keeping his eyes firmly on Edgegore and not on the direction he's actually going.

[Fortunately, Faust doesn't hit anything either- though only because Muffet, coming up the path with a basket under one arm, dodges at the last minute before he crashes into her.]

Now what exactly is-

[And that's the point at which she gets a good look at Shadow The Edgegore.]

[She observes him for a long silent moment.]

...well that's just tasteless.

[Possibly there is no higher insult from a baker of her taste and refinement. Or maybe it's just already been a very long day and she's already Extremely Done with everybody's shadow selves.]

[She just wants to make a fucking bread delivery, why is your subconscious like this.]

[Hey now, Asgore's actual subconscious is probably much less full of itself!]

Bwahahahaha! Another bug to crush!

[Edgegore unleashes a torrent of fire! His patterns are reasonably complex, but each of the fireballs does like, 1 damage each. He's not actually a very good Shadow, and he lies about his stat increases.

He might've sprouted another set of abs though, so at least there's that.]

The good doctor was already in position to evade the approaching figure before they beat him to it - but instinct nevertheless forces him to halt in his retreat, hit by the realisation that he may have just dragged an innocent into something they-

"-M-Miss Muffet!"

This is even worse! Without thinking, the good doctor hops back down off of his weapon of choice, catapulting himself between Muffet and the oncoming barrage of fire magic - and it is a LOT of fire magic - in hopes he can suppress the assault long enough for her to escape...or call for help, ideally.

"This is not a safe place to be right now! Please get some help, I may be able to buy you some time!"

And he does the best he can: whirling his scalpel in front of him like the blades of an electric fan, and praying that it will hold the oncoming attack long enough for backup to arrive. If the interface from earlier is correct...a single attack could kill him. Damn it. Damn it all.

On a side note, with Faust's back facing her, Muffet may notice the good doctor's SOUL bobbing behind him. Right now, it's probably the closest thing to context she's going to get.

[Muffet tilts her head to one side, looking momentarily nonplussed... and then smiles.]

My, how gentlemanly.

[She steps up beside Dr. Faust, looks eyes with Edgegore, and raises one hand in a sharp gesture. Unleashing purple magic.]

[If the shadow doesn't have a way to avoid it, he'll find his soul has abruptly gone from Original Character Donut Steel Black to purple, tethering him to the nearest palm tree.]

As for help, well. Let's see what can be done about that.

[The Shadow has, in fact, no way to avoid that at all! Ow The Edge is now tethered to a palm tree!]

You DARE stand against your KING?

[He materializes the flaming meat cleaver again and - oh, he's going to chop that tree right the fuck down. What does that even do.]

The good doctor nearly forgets to continue twirling his weapon at the sight he has just beheld. What kind of magic was THAT?! He's never seen anything like it before: Miss Muffet's magic directly interacted with Not-Asgore's astral projected state! Remarkable!

"-good golly! What did you just - that was - but then...?!"

...it's quite rare he's at a complete loss for words. It's suddenly proving extremely difficult to keep his guard up when his mind is overrun with confusion, inquisitiveness and some good old-fashioned academic excitement. These creatures can not only cast astral projection at will, but have entire abilities revolving around it?! This is a discovery that could rival the original discovery of magic outright!

"How did you do that? How is he doing that? How are the both of you-"

Faust realises too late he has, in fact, dropped his guard entirely in favour of gesticulating as he speaks. Duck and cover!

[Muffet looks distinctly unimpressed by Edgerson, Son Of Edgy's cleaver, even as she steps sharply aside to avoid any incoming fire. Her expression somehow manages to give the exact feeling of her having raised a disdainful eyebrow, despite her total lack of actual eyebrows.]

Frankly, even if I hadn't seen various examples of doppelganger all over the island today, I wouldn't believe you were Asgore Dreemurr. You, sir, are no king- and you're even less of an actor.

[In a passing aside, to Faust:]

All of our people have magical abilities, of varying types. I'd be happy to discuss the details with you under more... sensible circumstances.

[As if to punctuate her words, she gestures sharply again, sending the purple magic threads of her previous attack to wrap around the Shadow's forearm- and then pulls to constrict them tightly, attempting to tie his arm to his body to prevent him from swinging the blade.]

[...and, if she's very lucky on the timing, possibly get him to smack himself in the face. A bit spiteful, but she's had a long day.]

[Honestly, it's impossible not to smack the Shadow in the face with his own hand.

The indignity of it seems to only make him angrier. He roars - a sound Asgore may technically be capable of making, but one that's difficult to imagine coming out of him - and lifts his free hand to shoot several more lines of fire right at Muffet.]

I'm more king than he'll ever be!

There's a lot of new information to unpack within Miss Muffet's words even before she gives her explanation on her people's innate spiritual talent, if that even is what these powers are...astral projection cannot be achieved by raw magic alone, surely...?!
-oh wait, the fireballs!

"K-Keep at it, whatever it is you're doing! [ITEM]!"

From behind him, Faust's soul coughs out a pixellated purple orb, flying in an arc towards the flames before it suddenly erupts in a shower of black sparks, the orb growing in size as it starts producing a very prominent vacuum. A miniature black hole. Here's hoping it's potent enough to absorb the fire, not to mention harmless to anything not within the battle's parameters.
In the midst of this, the good doctor breaks out the strange stone of communication from earlier, and cries out again to his newly-found battle partner:

"HOW DO I CONTACT THE REAL ASGORE?!"

[Muffet blinks, briefly curious at seeing someone use an ITEM offensively- that's a new trick, by the more strict rules of a monster's traditional battle instead of the looser rules she's fallen into by necessity on the islands. But long-learned, old habits take over, the memories of a lifetime of bullet patterns and the dances-duels-conversations that true FIGHTs can be.]

[She dodges nimbly back and forth to avoid the flames, chancing a couple near-misses but managing to stay just far enough to avoid getting singed.]

I've my own complaints, it's true- but even at his worst, Asgore had more regality in his left horntip than you've got in your entire mess of a display.

[*ACT: *Trash Talk.]

[Enjoy being judged by a spider.]

Hold the stone up to your ear and concentrate on him, it should activate his.

[So now we're dodging and doing tech support. Okay. This is fine.]

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January Event: Fade to Black

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