logsinthenight | EVENT LOG: GRAVES

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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[ His posture changes, and Vanitas rises into it, almost in tandem. His eyes widen and his shoulders tense, and though his arms are loose at his sides again there's a manic sort of glee resting just behind the gold of his eyes. It's as though Ignis' anxiety, instead of making him cautious, is exciting him the way blood in the water excites a shark. ]

Don't you see what you've done, Ignis?

You abandoned him to that Hell, and all it did was get him killed.

No wonder you begged for his forgiveness in the end.

You'll never be able to make it up to him, and you knew it!

If only it were that the Hell was what killed him.

[No... it was worse. The Astrals who sought him as their savior for darkness did not wish to come to his aid, and instead, they lashed out. Third Astral, Leviathan, was what killed Noctis. And Ignis died alongside him, trying to save him from Hydreans (quite undeserving if you ask him) wrath. Not the hell of war and daemons.]

However, things that happened are well beyond what you can comprehend.

[He's not anxious but annoyed that this kid, who never met him, never lived in their world, is making assumptions about their lives.]

Do not think that you know me just because you saw my death. Don't be shallow.

Now, I will ask you politely, to step away. [From both his grave and himself. There's cold air around Ignis now and, because the light is not a thing here, it's hard to see that his spelldaggers switched to ice.]

Edited 2019-07-24 07:02 (UTC)

[ It's enough of a tidbit to sharpen Vanitas' interest. If it wasn't the daemons that killed him, then what was it? The fact that Vanitas has no bearing on it whatsoever doesn't really matter. He was created to furrow into the darkest parts of a person, drag out their sorrow and pain and use it for his own gain. The more he knows, the better he can do that.

What really matters, is that he's incited this man enough to keep his weapons drawn and ready. Vanitas can feel the chill when it appears, the same sort of icy-cool that Aqua would give off in the midst of a battle. Annoyance is pushing him to the brink, and Vanitas knows well how easily that can cave to anger, can make a person lash out. Ignoring the warning, he presses his perceived advantage, trying to rub salt into an open wound. ]

Has he seen this?

Does he know what you did? How you burned from the inside out? How you selfishly gave up everything, that it didn't matter at all?

He's seen it.

[Noctis has seen it and it hurt. It hurt watching him cry over it. He didn't want Ignis to die- he didn't want anyone to die, himself included. If he were able, he'd reverse it all, not asking for a price. And Ignis would do the same for him- if he had such powers.

Yet, here they are. Stuck in the afterlife with each other. Not wanting the other to be dead, but slowly accepting the fact that it happened. Noctis didn't disregard his feelings and didn't blame him for what he did. He forgave him. There is only one guilt that weighs on Ignis' mind now and nothing else-

-the fact that he wasn't fast enough to stop Leviathan from killing Noctis.]

It is a hard thing to accept- that someone is ready to give their life for you. I hold no secrets from him.

Giving your life for someone is exactly the sort of thing we expect you to do. It's how you're so easy to pick off.

[ Vanitas' expression grows heavy and sly, the gold of his eyes glimmering like acid under his lashes. There's a predatory cunning in it, at odds with how young he looks, like he's found something in Ignis that the man doesn't know he's given away. ]

But everyone has secrets.

Whatever you're hiding, you won't be able to keep it up forever.

Edited 2019-07-28 14:18 (UTC)

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I am already dead. And even if you die here, you return in a few days. [Probably something's off with that 'revival' so Ignis will not take chances. Because, for the record, he is dedicated (overly) and extremely loyal, not suicidal.

He has no secrets- at least not in front of those that matter to him- so this taunt falls flat. And if he has given away anything, then only Vanitas is aware of it.]

Whether I have them or no, I do not owe you an explanation.

I'm not asking you for one.

[ Vanitas drawls in return, and turns his gaze back to the little shrine, the tiny rock he's left in front of it. ]

But in the end, it might not be your choice at all.

[ When he glances back at Ignis, it's from under the shadow of his lashes, his gaze heavy with cunning. So many people were working so hard to hide these graves. He has the feeling it won't be the last time something like this happens.

Straightening, he rolls one wrist out, blasé in the face of those nasty looking daggers the older man is holding. ]

Thanks for the show, anyway.

You sure sound like you are asking for one.

[Ignis' eyes narrow. That is true- this information was unwillingly taken from him and shared with the others.

And he didn't want to hide his grave out of shame of how he died- he just didn't want others to go through things he did. If something like this repeats itself... he should probably start working on how to get to that Lighthouse before everything goes haywire.]

Is that what death is to you? A show?

[He's disliking this guy more and more with every word they exchange.]

EVENT LOG: GRAVES

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I feel so bad that Ignis keeps shutting him down 😂

it won't stop him dw

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