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

[darkeyed]

_{[One brow arches higher than the other.]}

I thought you meant a figure of speech. You mean he literally turned your people into... metal?

_{[That's a hard one to swallow, even after watching some of the others' memories himself. He isn't so rigorous in upholding the boundaries of privacy.]}

You're right, I don't. _{[He steps forward so that his face is visible in the moonlight, reaching up to loosely hold either end of the towel still slung around his neck.]} But unless you plan on getting inside my head to see my memories, you'll understand what I'm talking about if you see it.

<sub>[And memories are the key to unlocking his power, as he's come to learn. The most painful, miserable, enraging of his memories, the ones that hurt enough to stir the power sleeping inside. He doesn't have to think back far--his grave has put one on display for all to see.

Inwardly casting out for feelings of heartache outwardly releases the darkness into his body in an immense flood of dark chi. As Kuai watches, it announces itself in his face, changing its terrain into something terrible, coating brown eyes in oily blackness from sclera to iris and flushing the skin around them with a pronounced latticework veins. Even his voice, when he speaks, is deeper, reverberating with it.]</sub>

This is what it means to be a dark one. Ever seen one before?

_{[He lets go and the darkness retreats, fading away.]}

Not many people can match a dark one's fighting ability in that state. They can be dangerous if they can't control it. In my world, people either fear this power or want to use it for themselves. Even the Master was afraid, and she was one. If she were here to speak for herself, I bet she'd agree with your Grandmaster--except it wasn't emotions she removed, it was power.

[paletteswap]

[Whatever he was expecting, was not that. There's an actual physical change in him and as he watches it seems as if tangible darkness is manifesting in him, at least in his face anyway.]

No, I have not seen such a thing.

[The power is foreign to him, unlike the shadow that his brother controls, but there is certainly a power there, one that it seems M.K. has to channel from within himself somehow. If what he's saying is true, then he'd likely be formidable when in this state, not the Kuai is interested in sparring right now.]

She wanted to strip you of this? To make herself more powerful by making the others weaker? Or for some other purpose?

[darkeyed]

Looks like you know as much as I do about your robots.

<sub>[He can't decide if he's disappointed or relieved at the lack of recognition--and even further undecided on how he should feel. After his features return to their normal hue, a kind of darkness remains, lingering in the shadow of his brow, how he looks away and takes his time in responding.

Although he'd started it, a part of him is uncomfortable dwelling too long on the Master. As much as he can't forgive her or agree with her, he has to admit she may not have been as wrong on as many points as he once would've liked to believe.

At the very least, that he, himself, wasn't guilty of as many wrongs as her.]</sub>

What I just did for you, not everyone can. Stay in control. Letting the gift take over is like... _{[He closes his eyes briefly.]} It's like the better parts of you are drowned out by the darkness. Novices will attack anyone they can until they wake up from it. That's what she was afraid of.

But no amount of learning to keep that from happening was good enough for her. I don't know how many dark ones she stole from their families because she didn't believe they could ever be safe there without hurting someone. She killed my friend when all he wanted was to use his power to protect his people. She made her disciples feel like they'd never be better than monsters unless they lived her way. She locked the ones who tried to leave away like a dirty secret.

Maybe she was right about some of us--I got what I deserved in the end. But you talk about free will, so maybe you'll understand why she needed to be stopped.