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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 )
cw body horror, oops
Well, Kravitz will just have to show him. He's justice, after all, the blade of the guillotine on the evil. He frowns, straightening his back and giving off the distinct impression of looking down on someone, despite Foster's clear height advantage.]
Well, if you want to tangle with death...
[His face splits into a grin again, but as he does the skin simply melts off his face and hands to the skeleton underneath. Is he being extra gruesome with this on purpose? Yes. Does he care? Well, also yes, but that's the point. It's drama, baby.]
Then be prepared to have your soul taken personally.
[And he surges forward with his scythe, twisting a warning strike right down the other shadow's chest should he not move.]
I'll let you call what a mess this is, but cw gore
There is one thing he has to tell him, however, and so he does not stand and wait for the blade to come down on him but ducks beneath it and rushes forward--fully intending to crash directly into the skeleton with all not-quite-one-tonne of his absurd size.
And if the scythe slices through his flesh anyway, splits open his side and spills blood, bares muscle and bone, even spills entrail or organs into the dirt in the process, well--
That can wait until he's had his say.
But first he has to knock this failure to the ground.]
oh its a mess all right!
Kravitz doesn't actually expect Foster to go right into the goddamn blade; when he goes to get someone, typically they either take it or back up. Foster moves before the arc is completed, so while a bit of the tip does catch across his chest, the rest is pushed back at the flatter top of the blade, and the shadow dispels it just in time to make sure it doesn't go crashing through him. But Foster connects, Kravitz gritting skeletal teeth to take the blow by digging in his heels. His form doesn't fully have this strength, but what it does have is telekinesis, pushing back against Foster with the force of his mind before trying to make a sidestep, let Foster fall forward so he can regain his footing in this fight.]
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difficultexciting!So the crumbled fragments of mushroom fall into the dirt along with the first spatter of too-dark, stagnant, clotted blood.
And are subsequently trampled underhoof.
Kravitz is fast, and Foster's shadow overbalances as planned, stumbling forward, or starting to--the one flaw in this plan is Foster is just too fucking long to go forward past him.
And this is a problem, because Foster's right to bear arms comes with arms long enough to be a third pair of legs once he's horizontal. Which means he can brace them against the ground to catch himself, and so he does, digging his heavy claws into the dirt and bucking up to slam his spine and shoulders (twice the normal plural, there are four) into the skeleton, aiming to knock him over--or just fucking fall on him, if that's what it takes.]
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The Shadow in no way expects Foster to be able to catch his own hands, much less hold up his entire body with them, and he has way less time than he can possibly imagine. All he's got is enough to reach out with his mind and draw towards him anything he can, but there's very little of a single object he can use to make a golem or amalgamate into armor. He abandons the thought quickly and instead just grabs the biggest thing he can, a large rock, and hurtles it right towards the both of them.
This is no careful sidestep like before, but more Kravitz just hurling himself out of the way as Foster comes, a leap and hard fall to the ground while the boulder comes in to knock Foster off his feet (hopefully) away enough for him to escape.]
cw animal death simile
It doesn't knock him down, but it staggers him sideways, his hind end especially struggling to stay up, back legs stepping all over themselves while his front is busy with the hard burst of pain, one strong enough to briefly knock out his vision--
But Shadows don't need their ribs, really.
And just like the real thing, Foster's is willing to sacrifice any dignity for the furtherance of its goals.
Which is made more obvious when he takes that blow and uses it to throw himself sideways at Kravitz, laughing as he does, but fully intending to go down--and take the other Shadow with him.]
I thought you wanted to tangle with me?!
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Unfortunately for the Shadow, he refuses to sacrifice his dignity for anything, meaning this fight is a lot harder when the other party isn't playing fair. Then again, to him, most instances of him losing isn't playing fair... but Foster is throwing his weight around, which he'll use to justify his complaining.
That said, he's already on the floor, and he doesn't want to make himself so vulnerable as to expose his soul here and lose it all. So Foster comes crashing down on his legs as he yells.]
This isn't a fight! You're cheating! Get up and fight me properly this instant!
[Case in point, he's trying to shove his huge body off, but... well, even with enhanced strength, that isn't going super well.]
CW suggestive behaviour.......... I guess, god,
[He twists to 'face' Kravitz, shifting his upper torso to lie--no, to drape over the reaper's skeletal frame, and his eyelids drop to half-mast; it's somewhere between mocking and outright suggestive--]
...do I look like someone who would fight properly?
[--an effect that only grows stronger as he reaches up to cup the skeletal face in one paw.]
Besides.
Now I have you
Right
Where
I
Want
You.
[He leans in, his face centimetres, millimetres from Kravitz's skull.]
you have my express permission to fist my skeleton
(If this was the real Kravitz, the whole one, he would already have a plan; but the Shadow, when dominance is questioned, falters. What happens when pride takes over to much, hm?)]
Then what do you want?
[It's spit more than said, a vitriol put forward loud and clear as the shadow closes the gap to press his skull against Foster's forehead.]
CW this is nsfw both explicit and implied,
Do you have any idea what you do to him? At least Taako had the initiative to jump on that dick. Or. Well. Taako put his dick in that, ha ha!
But Taako could read a fucking room.
You, on the other hand...
[Shadow Foster's paw, formerly caressing Shadow Kravitz's 'face,' trails down to his jaw and then lower, until it wraps 'around' his neck--in practise, this is more like pressing the full size of his massive 'hand' over Kravitz's available length of cervical vertebrae, the thumb pushed flat into the yielding soil, his 'fingers' fondling the exposed bone on the opposite side.
He is close enough for them to be making out, if that were his wish. Instead he hovers, millimeters above the reaper's Shadow, his eyes wide and bright, his gaze locked with the pinpoints of light glowing deep in the skull's dark interior.]
Talk, talk, talk.
But you don't deliver.
[His other paw rises now to cup Kravitz's skull, almost cradling it... but more forcefully, the curve of his thumb claw hooking over the orbital, its very tip entering the empty space of the available socket.]
You're everything Foster's ever wanted to notice him. The only things that have ever mattered to him, in his disgusting garbage that he is, all rolled up into one neat little package....
He wants you to raise your fist and break his teeth, to drag him across the floor as you make it clear where you stand, he wants you to throw things at him, to scare him and thrill him, to show him your power...! He wants to hang out with you, spend time in your presence. Enjoy your company. He wants you to take him in hand and lift his chin, use that scythe of yours to slit his throat, hold him still as he dies in bloody spurts in the dirt. He wants you to lead him to the cliff's edge over the ocean and make him jump. He wants you to like him, to destroy him, to be his friend. He wants your control. Your attention.
[The Shadow sounds positively gleeful in his contempt. Excitement and loathing all in one.
He presses down--his palm on Kravitz's neck, his claw in Kravitz's eye, and holds the skeleton down while lifting his midtorso, the front of his horse body, up, one leg on either side of the reaper's hips, pinning him very close.]
I think I do too.
i love this,,,,
He's thankful that he's not as mortal as his real in this area, or this would absolutely hurt, between the weight of Foster and the fact that he has claws in his skull. Some sassy part of him wants to bite his fucking fingers, but none are quite in his mouth and he has the distinct feeling Foster might enjoy that. So he doesn't. Instead, the lights in his eyes flare as his brow ridge distinctly furrows, as if somehow bone has expression.]
Stop this at once!
[The thing is, Kravitz doesn't need to be holding his scythe to summon it, and with telekinesis he doesn't need to be holding it to move it either. The only warning Foster will get is a shift in focus of his eyes from Foster's face to just past him, before the blade of the scythe cuts down into his back, blindly scraping for his spine.]
This is probably illegal, yeah,
No, the scythe pierces his back with the familiar ease of metal slicing meat, flesh parting, blade penetrating deep to expose him from the inside, wet and raw.
Blood weeps down his back in rivers, and Foster jerks--sharp, upright--but his grip on Kravitz doesn't loosen. It tightens, his heavy body pressed on top of Kravitz's, a shuddering, gasping arch of agony.
There's a hitch
As the metal snags notched bone,
And he starts laughing, still shaking as though shuddering out a chill of cold, or euphoria, or something--a feeling of visceral intensity so bordering on the obscene. He shoves down on Kravitz's face harder, pressing the reaper's bones into the earth as he leans back in; his voice is heavy with an excruciatingly joyful, orgiastic quality.]
Yes! YES! Keep going, keep--ah! Deeper, deeper!!
yeah. yeah it is
WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!
[Okay. That's it, that's capital-i It, he is out of here. He may have been pulling his punches slightly before, doing things for the panache and show of it, but he is now done with this on an absolutely molecular level. He wrenches himself under Foster's grip, putting inhuman (and absolutely in-skeletal) strength to work in trying to shove Foster just enough to wiggle out and fucking bolt. The scythe doesn't really know what to do at this point, so instead it's just going to kind of whack him. It's not even aiming to cut, but it probably is, considering it's incredibly sharp and he's not paying attention where it swings.]
You let me go right now you absolute beast! You heathen!
Sorry for the wait, I... thought I'd replied.....
[It's not clear whether that particular exclamation is in response to Kravitz's assault or something else, whether he's so relieved, so gratified and delighted to finally, finally feel the true course of Kravitz's power, his displeasure, to finally get a real response... or whether it's something else entirely. Something that Kravitz's Shadow almost doesn't get to hear, so viciously and swiftly does his scythe slice open the side of the centaur's neck, so bone shows in his shoulder and blood wells in his throat.
If Kravitz is going to get out from under him, though, now is the time.]
That is the question, isn't it?
[And Foster's shadow laughs--]
It took you long enough! Don't stop now!
YOURE FINE
And y'know, trapped under a horse. Kind of. Man, this is just. Oof.
But if he can escape he's taking it, back on his feet with surprising quickness, even if he's stumbling backwards and still unsteady. He summons his scythe back to him, planting the bottom in the ground so he can wrap his hands around it and pant for breath.]
Not finally! You-- you are not deserving of me and my-- you-- you're nothing!
[He just. He has to go. He has to go so much. The Shadow would enjoy a one-way ticket into the nearest sun, please.]
You are getting nothing else from me! Least of all my attention! You hear that??