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

[voktys]

⟪ She had seen a hint of it in his death vision, but truth be told, other things had captured her attention more –– but now, she is entirely enthralled, almost forgetting about her cigarette for a moment. ⟫

Oh.

⟪ Her eyes dart around the room, but yes, no one seems to take any notice of this at all. How odd. How fascinating. She doesn't say: you would make a grand assassin. But she thinks it, loathe as she is. ⟫

God, if such things existed in my world... Some of mine own powers may be taught, but it is a process, and not a kindly one.

[callada]

Well, this is a skill like anything else. You have to train it, have to figure out how to use it. My fruit seems particularly hard to use.

[Or maybe he's just bad at it. So many others can do so many things with their rewritten bodies. Many also learn to wield the innate powers of the sixth sense, haki, said to be something everyone possesses. But he's never felt it either. He had the best instructors a Marine could ask for and not once could he manage to harness those powers of armament or observation, while his brother was causing crowds to fall at his feet under sheer willpower at the age of eight.]

Like this barrier, it's a double-edged sword. They can't hear anything we're saying right now, those spirit creatures, and that's the real benefit. But as you can see, we can't hear them, either.

[It's far from the only thing he can do, of course, but it's enough to show he can do something. He'll keep the rest to himself.]