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

[evulsed]

Vanitas doesn't need to know their world to understand that they died in war, and what their roles were. That they were the good guys, and they were fighting the bad ones. Those are easy concepts for him to understand, they're uncomplicated, black and white, the way he views the world. Each death he's seen so far has only vindicated his idea that his perception of things is true. People are either Light or Darkness, there is no in between. That, more than anything, is why he nosily keeps going from grave to grave, hunting out all that negative emotion that comes with death like an addict.

Leaving an offering of a singular stone at the other doctor's memorial, it's too tempting not to do the same for this one immediately next to it.

It's a rush, all that negative emotion. Vanitas thrives off horror and fear and unfiltered hurt. It's all he knows, and in it he finds the strength his Master had forged him with. Even knowing Wade died in the arms of his comrades does nothing to soften the blow, because that isn't what he wanted in the end. The residual that lingers when the vision ends makes Vanitas shake, the high of morphine translating into the high of that surge of negative emotion. Something about it makes him feel invincible, and he grasps that violent arrogance with a manic laugh.

When he leaves, it's with a purpose in mind, and in his wake he leaves an Archraven that perches on the cross and lingers until the middle of the week— when it abruptly vanishes.