EVENT LOG: GRAVES

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EVENT LOG:
GRAVES

characters: everyone.
location: Bonfire Square.
date/time: July 12-19.
content: mysterious shrines appear and bring visions of death.
warnings: likely violence and potentially gore.

time to pay your respects.

It happens when no one is looking, when most of the town is asleep and the rest are inside. A makeshift cemetery has come to Beacon, taking up residence in the middle of Bonfire Square. Each monument, shrine, and altar is dedicated to someone who now resides here, a memorial of their previous life.

Some may be drawn by curiosity, others by fear, and some may simply have to pass through this strange graveyard to get to the Bonfire itself. Whenever a person gets near, the altars beckon with a mysterious urge— an urge to approach, and an urge to leave something behind. They will feel compelled to make offerings at the various shrines, but doing so has a curious effect; it causes one to experience the death of the person whose grave they've honored.

Whether you resist the compulsion or give in willingly (or something in between), you'll also have to wrestle with the fact that a grave exists for you. Will you let your death be known, or try your best to keep it secret? Destroying it sure won't work, as it will return— with a duplicate somewhere else in town.

However you choose to deal with this, one thing is hard to ignore— this a tangible reminder of your death, and the fact that it's probably permanent.

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Comments

[broplaints]

[It isn't.

It isn't okay and right now he's completely certain that nothing is ever going to be okay again.

But there's the steady drum of something beginning to break through the sound of voices replaying within his own mind. Starting to edge out the sound of his own broken sobs. Strong and real, where everything is a lie, made up to further torment his. Soft, but quickly growing in intensity until it takes up the main point of his focus and he can center himself within it. Until he's desperate to be closer to it, body twisting to press into it.

Ignis' heart. The rhythm of it so familiar that it feels like a song he once heard and never forgot. It takes over, brings him out of that horrible memory and into the present, until the flashes of images stop and he can finally open his eyes and take in the stark darkness that surrounds them. Until he can finally open his mouth and find his voice to speak.]

I forgive you. [Even though there was nothing to forgive. Even though he would have done the same thing to save someone who he loved so much. How many reckless things had he done to try and keep them all safe and whole? How many more would he do if the need arose? There was no need for forgiveness, but Ignis had asked for it. And he would always offer up whatever Ignis wanted from him.]