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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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» a private visit

when the shrines and monuments first appear, bill pays them little mind.

his focus has been on the woods surrounding the town lately, especially after the results of his recent expedition across the river. but eventually, his curiosity gets the better of him. it’s worth taking a look. maybe he’ll learn more about the previous residents of beacon; maybe he won’t. the moment he realizes that the graves belong to the current group of arrivals though, something shifts inside of him — an unspoken sense of urgency as he immediately starts to scour the area for his own.

he wants to think that he has had enough time to process and accept his death, but from the sunken feeling in his chest to the rapid beating of his heart, maybe he hasn’t come to terms with it yet. he doesn’t know what to expect when he finally finds his gravestone. but whatever it was, it wasn’t this—

WILLIAM RUSSO

they couldn’t even bother with a date. a scoff escapes his lips as he sinks down to a crouch. rubbing at his scalp, he gives it a few solid thumps with his fist before he releases a loud breath. well, at least it isn’t an unmarked grave. it’s... something.

who is he kidding? he feels like crap.

( ooc; bill won’t be returning to his grave nor will he be spotted near it. for anyone who bothers to make an offering, they will be experiencing it through his eyes, so they won’t be able to see his face during it. they will get the full scope of his thoughts and emotions though. )

» end of the line

he doesn’t want to die alone. admitting it out loud broke him as the truth of his current reality settles over him — cold and dispassionate. how did it get to this point? how did he let it get to this point? he was so close... so close...

but maybe he deserves this after all.

he can feel himself growing weaker. he can barely move, slumped against a wall in the basement of the church with his hands clutching the wound on his abdomen where he was shot — where the bullets are still nestled within and the blood seeps through his fingers like a slow flowing river of all his past sins and failures.

he really has lost everything, hasn’t he?

the sound of a metal door slams shut in the distance. he barely registers it, but something inside of him bottles up with hope—

“curt? curtis, here!” no answer. he turns his head towards the entrance. “i knew you’d come an—” his words cut abruptly as his eyes land on him. “frankie.”

of course it’s frank. why wouldn’t it be him? laughter wells up instantly, spilling out all of his, what? incredulity? humor? pain? anguish? it sends him reeling into a fit of coughs as the pain from his injuries clogs up his throat and blood spews forth from his mouth. as frank approaches further, his eyes shifts up to look at him. his vision is unfocused, but he can still make out the batter face of his former comrade. “you don’t look so good.” a joke. he probably doesn’t look any better.

“of course it’s you. should have known.” he always did imagine if... when he was going to die, it would be out in the field with frank. not like this, but— “if i’m gonna be with somebody, i’m... i’m happy that it’s you.” they were brothers once. no, he was more than that to him. “frank—” they’ve come to a head with each other for reasons that he still can’t understand. there is no turning back now. not for him, but maybe he can at least try to apologize for... “whatever i’ve done, i’m—”

Edited 2019-07-13 18:03 (UTC)

[ billy will be receiving from daylight:

it's a large paper fower that he had made himself, intricate in its design and carefully made with the appearance of a chrysanth in mind. the colour is a muted violet-purple, each petal of this flower clearly made with love and care.

if billy decides to inspect what's supposed to be the pistil, he'll see that daylight has left something inside of it. it seems to be another gift within a gift. a handwritten note, to be specific. huh. ]

( he won't be checking his inbox for a long while, but when he finally does, daylight's offering will be one of the first to catch his eyes. it'll probably be one of the few items he actually keeps, storing it away in his bag.

he will be taking it out to examine later on, so it'll come as a bit of a surprise to find a note within the origami. )

( after his first experience with unprompted death knowledge, bill will be visiting a couple of graves, primarily people he has met so far and who he wants to learn more about. he doesn’t enjoy the trip down morbidity lane, so these ventures will be spread out between the 12th-19th. it probably isn’t healthy to do a bunch all at once. what he leaves behind will be whatever is at hand, so enjoy some sticks and rocks, folks. it’s all you’re going to get.

but the more he lingers around the grave sites, the stronger the urge to offer something grows. he can feel it building up inside of him. it’s... not very welcomed, to say the least. there may be some accidental/unintentional offerings from him as a result, but he is generally pretty good at pulling himself out before he goes into a complete "sticks for all" trance. just keep your expectations low, but also feel free to run into him or have him run into you.

maybe he’ll give you a bit of a scare since masked men and graveyards are an awful combo. )

( The mask he wears doesn't scare him. If anything, it only makes him that much more peculiar, and therefore, that much more interesting, to Javert. It reminds him of Claquesous, always masked and unseen, though Javert has no reason to believe this man is anything like that devil.

The thing that really draws him to him, is the stranger's odd trance. Before the man can set a stick down on one of the graves, Javert strides up to him and takes his wrist. Holding it, wanting to stubbornly prevent him from falling into one of those damned hallucinations. )

I would advise against that.

( not the best idea to grab this one out of the blue, even when transfixed by an inexplicable urge.

instinct kicks up almost immediately as he clamps his hand over the man's wrist and twists it away from his own. his eyes are wide behind the mask, alert and hostile. but as soon as his words hit him and he realizes he's not a threat, billy releases his grip.

it seems javert has managed to snap him out of it. )

Sorry.

( Javert has never been accused of being delicate, that's for sure. At least the other man is able to snap out of his trance, which is what matters. Javert takes his hand back once Billy lets it go and shakes his head. )

You needn't apologize. It was I who snuck up on you.

( He straightens up a bit, dusting off the front of his jacket and nods at the grave. )

Come. Let's get away from this cursed place.

Yeah. ( giving the headstone a final glance, he drops the twig on the ground as he starts to follow the man away from the cemetary. ) Thanks.

( he doesn't say anything for a long moment before he finally asks, ) Were you visiting?

Guarding.

( He isn't interested in seeing anyone's death, much less visiting their graves. It's happened a few times now, but that was only by pure accident. Javert's been a lot more careful now and a lot more vigilant every time he walks through the cemetary. )

I don't want anyone sniffing around in a place they don't belong. You understand this, surely?

Guarding your grave then.

( he can understand that. whatever memories you get from placing down an offering is private. personal. no one wants their grave to be encroached on by someone else, yet— he wouldn't go so far as to patrol the area around his own marker just to prevent people from going near it. )

Don't have anything better to do?

No. ( He doesn't. It's not just his single-minded dedication that's pushing him to do it, but also the fact that, )

I am a police officer. It is my duty to patrol and do what I can to keep the people safe.

( Even if it's just from hallucinations, at least it's something. It keeps him from being idle, and from wasting time thinking about his own death. )

( no, he has yet to settle into the town. he doesn’t even have a regular resting place. bill is currently living his best nomadic life with as little sleep as possible. he is keeping up with his other needs just so that he can avoid it. maybe you’ll spot him at the bonfire when most everyone is gone or run into him when he goes to restock at the general store. maybe you'll see him at town hall or the tavern for the grand total of a hot minute.

he may even take a look at the church. for the most part though, he’ll be venturing into the woodlands because he is all about that exploratory lifestyle.

either way, feel free to greet, bug or be spooked by him. )

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EVENT LOG: GRAVES

billy russo ( open prompts below )

death be a lady tonight

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oh no so cute

twigs & stones

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